Tomorrow is October, and BestSelling Readers know what that means: it’s the time for spooks, haunts, ghosts, demons, vampires and things that will keep your eyes open all night long.
To get the month started, here’s a sample from Gateway, the latest offering from the Master of Horror himself,
David C. Cassidy
Jared’s eyes burned. His temples throbbed. He battled the awesome power rising within him, but his efforts were futile. The gateway was open, and he knew that in the next moment his mind would be overrun and overwhelmed, trampled by knowing.
Things were blurry; all was silent. Marisa was an indistinct shape. Her lips moved rapidly, but her words were lost. He felt dizzy, punch drunk, and he braced himself for what was coming.
His body jerked. It was as if someone had shocked him with charged cables. Something struck the back of his head, and he cried out.
Cold gripped him, so raw that it choked him from the inside. His heart froze. It felt as if something had entered him, had taken him whole. As if it were eating him alive.
Kit’s body convulsed. His face contorted. His eyes grew bloodshot. The veins around them began to thicken, the skin there souring to a sickly green. He started to speak, his voice not his own. Marisa screamed.
Another shot to the back of the head sent Jared reeling. It felt like he’d been whacked with a crowbar. Nothing physical had actually struck him—the force he felt should have knocked him forward, but didn’t—and yet the explosion of pain was all too real.
Blood filled the whites of his eyes, and the veins around them thickened. The skin about them turned that same sickly hue as Kit’s.
“Kit!” Marisa shouted. She tried to hold him, tried to steady his rocking body. His right hand flung up and struck her square in the face. She slipped back and landed on her side. Stunned, it took her a moment to get up, and when she did, her jaw dropped.
Jared trembled. His nose bled, first a little, then a lot. The blood was dark and thick. It gushed from his nostrils, streaming down his lips and his chin. Marisa was screaming for him now, screaming for help, yet still he heard nothing. All he could hear were muffled, garbled words from Kit, words that pounded inside his brain like a hammer.
Something black and inhuman—something sinister—coursed through him, flooding him, drowning him. His mind spun, and as always, he found himself adrift in that terrifying darkness that so crippled. It was brutal and raw, a river of ice, and the cold current swept him away. He could not fight it, nor did he try. Whatever had come through this dark door drove deeper into his mind and into his body, and in the next breath he fell back and struck the pavement, falling unconscious.
Brutal murders. Grisly suicides. Chilling chaos. A town besieged by relentless evil, unleashed from the soul of an epileptic child with second sight.
Two-time award-winning author David C. Cassidy delivers another terrifying supernatural thriller of the darkest evil, exploring the blackest depths of human frailty and shocking brutality–and draws back the curtain to reveal the monsters inside of us.
Sometimes, good people do bad things.
And sometimes … really nasty things.
Jared Cole has it all. Talent. Fame. Success. But this best-selling horror novelist also has an astonishing power: he can see souls. Returning to his sleepy hometown of Torch Falls, Montana after seven years in the grind of New York City, it seems the perfect plan to keep his secret safe and to jump-start his sagging career. But when he unwittingly opens a window–a gateway–into the soul of an epileptic child, his dream of a fresh start becomes a nightmare. A relentless and sinister evil is unleashed, twisting peaceful townsfolk into psychotic crazies and cold-blooded killers. Can Jared close the gateway before the town becomes a graveyard?
David C. Cassidy
Award-winning author David C. Cassidy is the twisted mind behind several chilling books of horror and suspense. An author, photographer, and graphic designer–and a half-decent juggler—he spends his writing life creating tales of terror where Bad Things Happen To Good People.
David lives in Ontario, Canada. From Mozart to Vivaldi, classic jazz to classic rock, he feels naked without his iPod. Suffering from MAD—Multiple Activity Disorder—he divides his time between writing and blogging, photography and Photoshop, reading and rollerblading. An avid amateur astronomer, he loves the night sky, chasing the stars with his telescope. Sometimes he eats.
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