I’ve got a massive backlist out there, but I’m focusing mostly on my indie releases now, which a lot of my readers haven’t heard of yet. So we’re going to be putting up excerpts of the indie work I’ve done—both full length and short collections, each Wednesday, to encourage you to give my new work a try.
Today’s excerpt comes from Murder Under a Mystic Moon.
Book Page to find buy links: http://galenorn.com/book/murder-under-a-mystic-moon/
“Enough.” I shook my head. “I’m not thrilled about being fried like an egg. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
I picked up my crystal ball, which had made it through the experience unscathed, and started for the truck. Murray scooped up her bag of incense and was starting to follow when a noise reverberated through the long, narrow strip of grassland. It wasn’t coming from the trees, but from the cliff side.
Holy hell, what now? I stopped in my tracks, looking from side to side, trying to see where the noise was coming from. Boom, boom, boom. Like drumming, or footsteps so heavy that they shook the ground. Earthquake?
“What’s that?” I glanced at Murray, who had hurriedly joined me.
She shook her head. “Dunno,” she whispered back. Nervous, but unwilling to go out on the astral to see if I could pick up anything, I started for the truck again, with Murray by my side. We were about twenty yards away when mist began coiling up from the ground in front of us.
Uh oh. Not a good sign. Mist usually formed in the autumn, or in the early morning, it didn’t just vent up from the ground like steam. Unless the volcano was planning to put on a little show, and I didn’t think that it was about to erupt. Not this time.
“Mur, we need to make tracks.” Still a little woozy from my encounter with the green lightning, I looked around to see if there was another way we could reach the truck without going through the mist.
“You’re right, but somehow I don’t think they’re going to let us.”