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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 this week to make certain they have enough copies!!!
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The scrub here was windswept—all the foliage along the edges of the peninsula seemed was bent and gnarled, and with good reason. The winds came blustering in off the ocean and the strait, and their stiff, steady breezes bowed the trees back. The tangle of knee-high yellow grass crackled against my jeans as I pushed through, and all the while my pulse was keeping a staccato beat. I swept my gaze this way and that, trying to pinpoint where we should turn.
Another few feet and Tonya’s voice whispered, “Over there.” She pointed past me to the right of where Chai was standing.
I shaded my eyes in the diminishing light of the late afternoon. Sure enough, there was a dark hole leading into the brush—as if something had tunneled its way in through the foliage. There was a dank feel to it, and my stomach thudded as I stared at the circular tunnel.
“It’s barely tall enough for Ralph in his wolf form. What do we do? I’m open to suggestions.” I didn’t want to go in there bent over, my face forward to whatever might be coming down the tunnel at us.
“I could burn it off but that wouldn’t be a good thing for the rest of the marsh.” Chai frowned. “I can go inside and find out. If I shift into smoke form, I can filter in and find out what we’re facing. But if the thing sees me, it has a chance of trying to capture me.”
I knew there was a reason Chai seldom shifted into the smoky form all djinns could, but until now, I’d never known why. That solved one mystery.
“Don’t do that. I don’t want that creature even having the remotest chance of trapping you. What else have we got? I suppose we could just take your short sword, Tonya, and start hacking away at the brush.” I raised my hand to stop Ralph even before he could speak, because I knew what he was going to say. “And you aren’t going through there in wolf form either.”
“Then we all head in, I suppose. We hack and slash our way through.” Tonya shrugged. “It might alert him, but one way or another it’s going to find out we’re here.”
“Then we go full steam.” Chai stood back and held out his hand. “I don’t often have call to use this but . . .” As we watched, the air around his hand shimmered and a big-assed scimitar appeared. It was far bigger than Tonya’s short sword, and the edge glinted, wicked sharp. “If you three will stand out of the way . . .”
We immediately backed away. Nobody wanted to be within striking range. Chai began to sweep the blade from side to side. The scimitar sliced through the vegetation, sending sparks into the air as it did. But nothing caught fire. The faint scent of the burning foliage only made me think of how much I’d rather be inside around the fireplace than here.