Monday Snippet: Flight From Death

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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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I tried the door handles again, but they weren’t budging. I could pick the locks, but that would take time that we didn’t have. These weren’t rusty and on a trunk that was going on eighty years old. The walls were stone, and that was harder to bust through than metal, especially since the doors were on hinges, which would give way faster. Standing back, I took aim and, just as Ralph came racing down the steps, charged into Alex’s door, ramming it with the full brunt of my force. As I did so, it shook and creaked, and I felt something give.

Ralph took one look at me, then joined me.

I stopped. “Are you crazy? You’ll break your bones.”

“Werewolf, remember? We have our fair share of super-strength, too. Jeez, why does everybody keep thinking I’m human?” He grumbled as he got into position, but then we both rammed against the door, and this time it bent a little. “I think we need to apply the most force against the side with the hinges. You go start on the other one, and I’ll finish this off.”

As he smashed against it one more time, the sound of tearing metal grated through the air and I winced as the door slowly broke open on the top. I helped him twist it enough to allow me to slip through the opening. There, sleeping in the semi-sarcophagus, was Patrick. I quickly wrapped his body in the sheets and handed him through to Ralph.

As I did so, I noticed a set of keys on the dresser. I grabbed those, plus his wallet, and climbed back out into the main basement. Less than ten seconds later, I’d found the master key for the bedrooms in the basement, and we were heading upstairs with both Alex and Patrick, as shielded from the light as we could manage.

When we entered the kitchen, Tonya was there, at the back door, frantic. She was holding the plastic garden tarp that the police had put over the hole beneath the maple.

“They’ll both fit in this—come on. Hurry!” She spread it out and we laid the vampires down on it, then rolled them tightly. Even through the sheets, the light coming through the windows was having a bit of an effect. I could see little whiffs of smoke.

The blaring of sirens sounded outside as the fire department arrived. As we hustled Alex and Patrick into the back of the Range Rover, I saw that Tonya had, indeed, blacked out the windows with more tarps she’d found in the shed. They were taped across the glass with duct tape.