Each visitor to a local hotel receives a fancy invitation--they're invited on a free tour and paranormal investigation. When a freak storm hits, forcing the visitors to overnight in Lord Erdely's castle, the tourists learn that Erdely's power is not limited merely to ancient fairy tales.
My story, "By The Light Of The Moon", explains what happens to those who learn too much of the Carpathian castle's secrets. If you are intrigued by the sample below ordering is easy. Available in print and e-book forms at the publisher, Amazon, and elsewhere, while supplies last you can order an autographed print copy of Carpathian Shadows Volume 2 direct from me for the low price of ten dollars. That includes the media rate postage.
“By The Light Of The Moon”
"Is
he here?"
"Yes,
Commander."
"How
is he?"
What
he was asking was whether or not the suspect had made it alive into his
station. He should have but sometimes accidents happened in the field. The
young officer stepped a little ways into the room. New to his job, he was
working hard to impress, which is why the Commander had chosen him. Things had
to be contained, and he knew he could keep the man, more like a boy at twenty,
in line.
"Typical
American." The young officer couldn't keep the scorn out of his voice,
"Very emotional. Fits of screaming and crying when we placed the cuffs on
him. He's sitting quietly in Interrogation 4 now."
"Good.
That will be all."
The
young man saluted, swiveled in his black spit-polished boots, and strode
confidently out of the office. The Commander sat back and smiled to himself
while he listened to the pleasurable sound of the boots striking the floor fade
away down the long hall. To be young again and so sure of righteousness, of
purpose. Not that it really mattered, as fate ordained everything. His
die was cast long ago, as was my own, he thought, and the idea depressed
him as it had the last few months.
He
stood and stretched, feeling his spine pop before he walked down the same hall.
Unlike the young man before him who had turned right so that he could pass the
front desk and go back out on patrol, the Commander turned left and, with a few
steps, began to feel like the walls were closing in on him. The truth was, they
were as he journeyed deeper into the old section of the garrison. This part had
been built into the mountain long ago, and the Commander secretly suspected
that there had to be a tunnel from here up to the castle far above. He
suspected it but had never tried to find out because he knew that in such
matters, a lack of knowledge was safer than knowing the truth….
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