Lust for the Soothsayer
Excerpt of Chapter 1:
Excerpt of Chapter 1:
Panicked hands groped blindly along the cold cavern wall. Reluctant fingers crept farther and deeper into the black abyss, dragging the hikers’ half-naked bodies along. Their bare feet stumbled over unseen rocks and sticks and things that made crunching noises under their heels. Heavy panting filled the dank air with each nervous step and each passing second.
The small cave they entered developed into a downward- sloping tunnel roughly four or five feet in diameter. They ran with backs bent and aching, sometimes tripping, but always moving forward, too scared to slow down. The dwindling light from the cave’s mouth made it impossible to look back now. They kept moving into the unknown.
How much longer could they run? Would the pursuers give up before their bodies gave out? No time to think of that, just run. Their stalkers would soon catch up.
They could hear determined footsteps stomping out the cadence of impending doom. Left right, left, right, left, right, kill. A few members had fallen behind, some before they made it to the cave. Left, right, left, right, you know they will. The distant yells from their comrades were no longer audible. Those few casualties had bought the remainders some time.
The party stopped briefly to rest and regroup, hoping to drown out the slow, phantom rhythm that haunted their eardrums. Death, death, death, death. A shaky thumb sparked a match that cast a sliver of orange flame between them.
They tried to catch their breath while checking injuries. Their bruised bodies were scratched and bitten and resembled Marquis de Sade’s victims. One hiker noticed a very distinct blood trail on the cavern floor, and it was only a matter of time. His cronies had betrayed him.
1978 East Sylvannia, LA
“Genie!” Tobias McComb startled himself awake. His wristwatch showed four hours had passed. Sunlight burned through his window. He lay there sweaty, nude, and motionless, staring at the popcorn ceiling as his breathing returned to a normal pace. He hadn’t swallowed enough sleeping pills to dull his foggy nightmares of running endlessly from unseen predators.
The small cave they entered developed into a downward- sloping tunnel roughly four or five feet in diameter. They ran with backs bent and aching, sometimes tripping, but always moving forward, too scared to slow down. The dwindling light from the cave’s mouth made it impossible to look back now. They kept moving into the unknown.
How much longer could they run? Would the pursuers give up before their bodies gave out? No time to think of that, just run. Their stalkers would soon catch up.
They could hear determined footsteps stomping out the cadence of impending doom. Left right, left, right, left, right, kill. A few members had fallen behind, some before they made it to the cave. Left, right, left, right, you know they will. The distant yells from their comrades were no longer audible. Those few casualties had bought the remainders some time.
The party stopped briefly to rest and regroup, hoping to drown out the slow, phantom rhythm that haunted their eardrums. Death, death, death, death. A shaky thumb sparked a match that cast a sliver of orange flame between them.
They tried to catch their breath while checking injuries. Their bruised bodies were scratched and bitten and resembled Marquis de Sade’s victims. One hiker noticed a very distinct blood trail on the cavern floor, and it was only a matter of time. His cronies had betrayed him.
1978 East Sylvannia, LA
“Genie!” Tobias McComb startled himself awake. His wristwatch showed four hours had passed. Sunlight burned through his window. He lay there sweaty, nude, and motionless, staring at the popcorn ceiling as his breathing returned to a normal pace. He hadn’t swallowed enough sleeping pills to dull his foggy nightmares of running endlessly from unseen predators.
Book Blurb
Lust for the Soothsayer
“In the debauchery of late 1970s Louisiana, Tobias awakens from a coma with no memory of how he came to this torrid southern hamlet plagued by a spree of deaths and steeped in supernatural folklore. Deliciously tormented by demonic fantasies and subsequent blackouts that his doctors can’t explain, he teeters on the edge of lunacy.
Rising panic leads him to Madam Genevie, a beautiful soothsayer yearning for a mysterious man she can’t yet have and harboring a dark secret. Genevie is an immortal psychic vampire, a succubus that feeds off the life force of others. She emits a sensual allure that Tobias is helpless to resist, even if it kills him.
Seeking answers while falling into this dangerously passionate lust, Genevie discovers a seductive entity possessing the locals, a Legion of psychic vampires on its tail, and the sacrifices she must make to be with the elusive man she loves.”
“In the debauchery of late 1970s Louisiana, Tobias awakens from a coma with no memory of how he came to this torrid southern hamlet plagued by a spree of deaths and steeped in supernatural folklore. Deliciously tormented by demonic fantasies and subsequent blackouts that his doctors can’t explain, he teeters on the edge of lunacy.
Rising panic leads him to Madam Genevie, a beautiful soothsayer yearning for a mysterious man she can’t yet have and harboring a dark secret. Genevie is an immortal psychic vampire, a succubus that feeds off the life force of others. She emits a sensual allure that Tobias is helpless to resist, even if it kills him.
Seeking answers while falling into this dangerously passionate lust, Genevie discovers a seductive entity possessing the locals, a Legion of psychic vampires on its tail, and the sacrifices she must make to be with the elusive man she loves.”