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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At that moment, the door slammed open and Alex ran in, Ralph behind him in human form, carrying a flashlight. He trained it on Degoba. As he saw the blood pooling around the spiritwalker, the werewolf let out a single squeak and fell to the floor in a dead faint, the flashlight rolling away.

“What happened?” Alex stared at Degoba in horror. “Blood—oh hell. Chai! Get the hell in here.”

Chai and Tonya entered the room and Tonya screamed, dropping by Degoba’s side. Alex hurried out and I could hear him telling Patrick to go outside where he could get cell reception and call an ambulance. Chai struck up a light between his hands so we could see.

Tonya pressed hard on the wound. “I don’t dare pull out the dagger—it would bleed too heavily and he’d die. I need something to stanch the flow of blood—give me your shirt!” She motioned frantically to Chai, who stripped off his shirt and pushed it into her hands. Within seconds, she had pressed it against the wound and was holding it tight. “It looks like you missed the artery in his thigh, but this side wound is a nasty one.”

A noise from the other room alerted us as we heard voices echoing. Chai’s ball of light vanished, as did he. The next moment, the police burst into the room. We didn’t recognize either officer and I realized we could be in deep trouble. I could be . . .

“Call for help—” one of the officers started to say, but Alex chimed in.

“We’ve already phoned for an ambulance.”

“Who stabbed him? What happened?” The cops glanced around, their guns still drawn.

I began to cry, unable to register just what was going on. I stammered out the only thing I could think of that might make sense. “I did—I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. I thought he was going to attack me.” I started forward, but they motioned to me to stay still.