Away From The Hourglass
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When our last breath passes from our lips, does it carry us away to some mystical, unseen place? Or does it merely flutter away on the wind, fading with the memories of the next generation? -Introduction.
Sam sighed, thankful to be alone where he could relax and gather his thoughts. He took a seat on the couch and kicked his Nike’s off into the middle of the floor. "Welcome home, Sam." The reception burned into Sam’s brain, reaching every fear he had ever known and bringing it to the surface. It was a different voice this time though. It was the voice of a man, not an old woman. Without thought, Sam instantly leaped from the couch and surveyed his surroundings. He looked across the dark blue carpet toward the wooden stairs that led up to his den, then the other way toward the linoleum kitchen floor. Nothing. With a quickened pace, his heart racing for about the twentieth time this evening, Sam made his way into the kitchen, carefully checking to make sure that he was alone. He was, there was no place big enough to hide in the kitchen, it was barely large enough to contain his stove and refrigerator. Sam pulled open a kitchen drawer and grasped a butcher knife, one that he kept there for one of the rare times that he felt like cooking for himself. Retracing his steps into the living room, he stopped at the foot of the stairs. "I’ve got a gun. If anyone is up there, you’d better get out now." "Looks like a knife." The knife fell from Sam’s hand as the voice reverberated inside his head. He spun around toward the sound of the voice and then realized that there was no direction. It was coming from all around him, maybe even from within him, like an echo. "Who are you?" Sam muttered as his mind tried to rid him of the fear that gripped him. There came no response. Sam threw his free hand up over his eyes. "What is wrong with me?" He asked as he rubbed them. "Not you. Her." Sam began to back away from the staircase as the fear began to overtake him. The voice of a little girl had joined the man’s and they rang in unison. He searched the ceiling, the floors, all around him, all futilely. "Who are you talking about?" He screamed. "Her!" The picture of Dina as they finished their kiss flashed in Sam’s mind and he retreated further, stumbling and falling over the back of his couch, his head bashing against the thick armrest. With that, the picture-as well as the rest of his coherent thoughts-were lost. Sam reached in a daze for the phone on the only other thing that occupied the room: A small, glass coffee table. His head began to pound as he grabbed the phone, and he could not maintain control of his fingers long enough to keep a grip on it. "Not now, not now. Sleep now, sleep now. We help, we help. He is loose. He wants her." The words repeated in Sam’s head as the voices closed in on him. His vision blurred, his head stung, and he fell face-first onto the floor, unconscious.
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About the Book
On a cold night, in a small town, Sam Cothfer's life is turned upside down when he begins receiving messages from beyond the grave. The messages warn him of impending danger to his new girlfriend, Dina Burns. The day after receiving these messages, Dina is involved in a tragic car accident, caused by a creature known to the dead as "The Devourer," Lucifer's personal Angel of Death.
After Dina's death, the ghostly warnings continue, leaving Sam questioning his samity, his beliefs, and what he thought was reality as he dives into a complex world of which he has little understanding.
About the Author
In the middle part of the Ninteen-nintey-five, I began my writing career with a book titled: "Thoughts of the Damned." A story about a serial killer that started off as a dare from my friends. Immediately upon completion of the first draft, I sent it off to a publisher expecting a rejection but it was accepted without question or a request for a rewrite. Big mistake.
Four years later, I completed my second book "Curse of the Pharaoh," dealing with the life, death, and the curse of King Tut. Being needful of appreciation for my work, I again sent it out, unedited, and again it was accepted. As you can suspect, the money did not roll in like I had hoped so I buckled down, honed my craft, read, read, and read, until I finally began to tap into my potential.
"Away from the Hourglass" is by far the best work I have ever done. It is based on people and events that were a part of my life and I needed to honor in death. Dina Burns was a real person who died in a car wreck at 2:10 AM, on January 1st, 2000. This book is dedicated to her memory, and if you decide to read it, I am sincerely grateful.