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FLIGHT FROM DEATH — Book 1 of the Fly By Night Series (a spinoff of Otherworld)Release date: July 7th, 2015. Available for Preorder! If you want an autographed copy, preorder from Seattle Mystery Bookshop. Preorders help authors out SO much!

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The path wasn’t all that long. We broke out of the tree line to find ourselves on an open stretch of land. The trail led to an embankment overlooking the water. It was hard to estimate how far down it was, but I decided it wasn’t a good idea to attempt a recon mission. As we stood there, I glanced over at a thicket of trees.

“Can you feel them? Something’s watching us.”

“Yeah, I’ve felt them since we started. I don’t know what they are—not Supes in the sense of you, or me. They feel almost . . . alien. Also, there are a lot of ghosts. Did you know that Port Gamble is the most haunted city in Washington State? We’re almost there.” He shifted from one foot to the other. For a werewolf, he really was fidgety. “Shimmer, Earthside is a lot different than your home. I think . . . in the Dragon Reaches, you expect things to be a certain way because they’ve always been that way. But here, there are so many variables. Never take anything for granted here. And don’t take anything at face value.” He punctuated his warning with a smile, but it still felt like a warning.

I exhaled slowly, realizing that I’d been holding my breath for the past couple minutes. The skin on my arms had puckered into goose bumps, and the hair was standing up on the back of my neck. “What do you think lives out here?”

He shrugged. “Out on the peninsula? Old things . . . older than me—older than even you. Bigfoot lives here—Sasquatch. He’s not from this planet, at least that’s what a lot of Supes believe. And he’s dangerous if you get too close. But there are things that make even Bigfoot look like your best buddy. When we’re hanging around Port Townsend? It’s best if you don’t engage the local entities too much. We don’t want them pinning a target on your back.” And with that, he turned on his heel and headed back to the car.

I jogged to catch up to him, thrusting my hands in my pockets. My breath came out in little white puffs thanks to the cold. “Ralph . . . what’s the real reason Alex and Patrick had a falling-out? I think I know Alex well enough by now to figure out it wasn’t over a thousand bucks.”

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