Has your copy of Legends of the Damned arrived?
I’m excited to let you know that Legends of the Damned, the boxed set I am a part of along with 22 other authors is officially live across multiple e-stores. If you pre-ordered your copy, it should have already arrived in your inbox!
My contribution to the set is my novella, Dawn of the Infected. If you read and reviewed Dawn of the Infected, please consider also posting your review on the buy page (s) for Legends of the Damned.
If you want a collection packed with witches, vampires, shape shifters, faeries, aliens, ghosts, and more, then you’ve found what you’re looking for with LEGENDS OF THE DAMNED!
Here are the quick buy links:
I hope you enjoy reading all the books in the set. You get 23 books for 99 cents but only for a limited time because in a few days the set will return to its regular price of $2.99.
Enjoy this excerpt from DAWN of the INFECTED, now part of LEGENDS of the DAMNED.
It’s been six months since it all began. We’re still fighting and some days I’m not sure if we’re winning or losing. I’m getting stronger and learning to use my power more and more. I can control it now and I’m teaching others like me how to control and use their powers. I’m hopeful that one day I will know what to do with what’s written inside the journal. I still don’t know who left it for me. There are many things I still don’t know. Like who I really am. In time, the answers will come, I’m sure of it. But until that day, I will continue fighting the darkness that has overtaken the earth. It wants me to lie down and die. But I won’t. Not now. Not ever. I have decided to document as much as I can so that if I do die, and someone finds this, it will help him or her continue the battle. If you find this, don’t give up, keep fighting. Never surrender.
This is how my story begins…
A spider crawls on my leg, trailing the blood that is now trickling down my thigh. I brush it off, but a second spider engorged with another passenger’s blood, climbs on my calf and speedily ascends to my thigh. I flick it off with my finger. It lands on an old woman’s bruised face and then jumps onto the floor, scurrying down the aisle as if insulted that I thought it had any interest in feasting on the dead.
I rest my head on the back door and stare at the carnage in front of me. Body parts are everywhere, scattered on the floor and seats. The scene looks like the aftermath of a detonated grenade. My stomach turns, threatening to erupt if I don’t look away. I cover my face with my hands and scream, hoping to rouse anyone who may still be alive.
I sit very still, listening for any replies, a whimper, a moan, a whisper, anything that will let me know I’m not the only one left.
I hear nothing but my own breathing, heavy and rapid.
I know I should get up and out of this catacomb bus, but I’m petrified. They could be out there hiding in the veiled light of dawn, waiting to strike me down like a lion on a zebra foal that has strayed from his mother.
I bite at my nails, grinding my teeth as if I’m chewing a hard piece of jerky. If I was religious, I’d get on my knees and pray.
I lie on my stomach and clamber underneath a seat. I’m not hurt or bitten and the blood on my leg is from an open scab, the result of a bike accident a few days ago. If only I was in the city and had ridden my bike to work today.
I rub my forehead and temples, hoping to conjure clarity about what to do next. I bring my knees to my chest and hug my shins tightly. I slow my breathing, attempting to calm my nerves long enough to give me the courage to stand and flee.
I scream again. Somebody has to be alive. I listen, my ears perked like an eavesdropper who’s suddenly heard mention of her name.
I close my eyes in defeat. It’s true. I’m the only one alive. Okay, time to accept it and make a plan. I’ll exit the bus. I won’t be afraid. I’ve never been afraid of anything.
Let me know what you think! Enjoy your day. And do grab your copy of Legends of the Damned!