Sure, Chilton had been raised in a small town in Texas, but he’d seen some of the world, even fought in the Afghanistan War during his twenties. Afterwards, the woman came up to Chilton, not to file a report, but to apologize for summoning the “wrong hell hound.” He tried to shrug it all off, but some things he couldn’t the odd fires that gripped the outer-city, the recent spike unexplained deaths.Ī very expensive therapist said he was having trouble adjusting to city life. Three years on the force in NYC and he’d seen enough weirdness for a lifetime - objects flying in the sky, people disappearing into thin air, a human-sized dog leaping from an apartment window after attacking a woman. Should’ve known it wouldn’t last.Įver since he’d moved here, life had been odd. Recalling how the day had been going pretty well until about a half an hour ago, he had to chuckle. One even had a smile, as if he were in a happy dream. Two fellow officers slept on the road in front of him. The rest of his uniform was intact, the black pants still looking neatly pressed despite all his falling, his black shirt still bearing his police badge. The feel of snow on his bald spot told him he’d lost his hat. It was freezing, but sweat poured down his shaved head. He slouched against the alley wall, mouth hanging open as he looked at the ruby sky. His heart pounded so hard, his eyeballs throbbed with each beat. Unbalanced, he rocked unevenly before sliding off to a rough landing on the pavement. It took all he had to jump up onto the hood. The last obstacle, an old Chevy, almost did him in. Spying a dark alley across the street, he headed for it, maneuvering among the motionless cars and sleeping drivers. The rolling chaos seemed far enough behind for a quick breather. His goal was just a half-a-mile ahead, but Chilton was limping. He needed help, a doctor, but a very strange woman said insisted he be taken somewhere else, a building, a sanctuary. He was exhausted, had to rest, but the sleeping boy he carried, wrapped in his black trench coat, was bleeding. He looked back, hoping that the nightmare was over. Tall, bulky, in his late 30s, Chilton dashed along Parker Street, the mushroom cloud still rising behind him. Everyone except Detective Martin Chilton. Just before the explosion, everyone in the city, from the wealthy to the homeless, immediately fell into a deep sleep. But not one cry was heard, for another unusual event happened. There should have been screams and panic coming from millions of terrified souls. A shockwave followed, setting off alarms, shattering glass, shaking the buildings. When it finally dimmed, a mushroom cloud stretched to the heavens, darkening the sky.
But it did, with a guttural growl so deep and loud, it sounded as if the whole earth were moaning in pain.Īt first the blaze in the southwest looked like fireworks, but the light grew too bright, the sound too loud.
Children tried their best to sleep while parents held each other close, hoping the silent night would never end. Unsuspecting, the normal world unwound as midnight approached. It was Christmas Eve in the land known as New York City, and the gods were very, very angry. I hope you enjoy the Prologue and the first two chapters. So, I've shared my life with him for 25 years. This character, Elston Preston, is someone I have lived with in my head since I was ten years old. Right now, I need something in my life to root for. Will he save the world or help destroy it? There's a lot of pain in his journey. "Shadow Man" is ultimately about a boy and his choices. I believe in a Higher Power, so perhaps all of this is part of a grand plan.
I am very disappointed and angry over how much time drug addiction took from me. I have had them mapped out for some time and I'm almost finished with the second one. Regardless whether "Shadow Man" was any good to them, they were willing to buy it just to placate me. But due to that, publishers wanted another paranormal book. Mainly because I was already a success in the book publishing world due to my first book. Back in 2012, I made the decision to not publish this through a traditional publisher. The release of this book is going to be my major goal for this year. I didn't know it yet, but I was about to go on a five year journey into personal exploration.
After finishing "State," this was to be my next project. I finished writing "Shadow Man" over ten years ago, but due to the launch of "Paranormal State," I put this on the back burner. I'm sharing a story with you that I've (mostly) kept to myself for over a decade.
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