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BLURB:
Jeb, a former
slave, rescues his brother-in-law Crispus from the Ku Klux Klan, only to be
drawn into a world of Creole Voodoo, racism, time travel, and redemption.
Verdiss, the
leader of the Ku Klux Klan has gained possession of the Pharaoh's Staff, a
magical artifact from ancient Egypt and concocted a diabolical plan far more
insidious than himself.
In the end, Jeb
and Crispus must stop an entire people from eradication and each find
redemption for their own past sins.
Excerpt:
Small rib bones clattered on the wooden table, where several black and red candles burned, their flames dancing like a company of elegant danseuses. There was a sense of power in the air. The old conjure-woman felt its prick at the back of her throat as she studied the animal bones. La’Rita was a Haitian woman with a cape of dreadlocks. She would have been beautiful were it not for the boils covering her face—and that her eyes were devoid of any color. La’Rita leaned over the table, shifting her weight in the chair. Shelves and desks filled with jars of grotesque, rotten items surrounded her. Foul-smelling roots and herbs filled some. Rancid liquids filled others to preserve the dead animals they held. Leather-bound books occupied some of the shelves, many etched with strange, archaic symbols.
“Ah, yes,” La’Rita whispered
as she looked deeper into the bones. Images danced and twirled across the
table, outlined by the dim candlelight. Her empty eyes poured over the
phantasms, one by one. Stiff metal birds soared through the open sky, dropping
massive pipes. La’Rita shuddered, feeling a sinister force was responsible for
the contraptions. The form of an ancient staff passed through her vision. It
held within it a great power. Metal boxes on wheels and metallic belts rolled
across broken and burning landscapes, fire bursting from their elongated
snouts.
Her body shook, spasms rushing
up from her feet.
Apparitions whirled around La’Rita, changing, appearing, and dissipating into air. The tremors grew. La’Rita’s entire body shook. She struggled to stay in her chair.
A grizzled man wisped by her eyes. Then the fit ceased. He’d gone by fast enough that La’Rita hadn’t a chance to notice his features. Only his dark skin. She squinted her eyes, spotting the faintest aura in the air. A man with a fine mustache. La’Rita’s head throbbed as if a miner were taking a pick to it. The room shook. Was it her moving or the room?
Her gaze met the phantasmal
man’s wretched eyes. The ghostly image made La’Rita sick to her stomach. Utter
evil oozed out of this simple-looking man. Too much to bear. Her eyes rolled
back. Darkness descended.
AUTHOR Bio
and Links:
Lane earned a BA in Liberal
Arts with a focus on literature and history. He also holds a double minor in
psychology and business. He is a literary assistant with The Seymour Agency,
and also has several short stories. He is a member of the Horror Writers
Association, Historical Novel Society, and International Thriller Writers.
Links:
Twitter@LaneHeymont
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