War is coming… Is William’s family ready?
The mysterious appearance of a young girl—brutalized and half dead—has thrown the Crew into a heightened state of disquiet. Aurora and her evil pack of Damned have declared war, and William now wonders if, somehow, the seemingly-innocent girl may be employed in some way as a dangerous weapon in the coming battle.
The revelation of an ancient relic may deliver the critical aid the Crew so direly requires. Its newly-discovered power enables William to delve into the strange girl’s memories, but will the answers be too horrifying for the Crew to accept? Along with the newfound strength found in this lost treasure comes a treacherous caveat, and William must decide if all of the gains gifted to his family are worth the precarious risks it demands.
A Fine Line: The Ancients Part II is the continuing story in the A Fine Line series. This third book chronicling the story of William Healthaway and his family—the descendants of an ancient race possessed of powers they are only just learning to control. Fans of historical high drama, with traces of fantasy thrown into the mix, will enjoy this sweeping saga of romance, war, family, death and the supernatural. Enter a world where no one is safe from the wicked clutches of the Damned. Where love, laughter, family and all that is held dear wavers on the knife-edge between life and our eternal slumber.
To purchase books:
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A Fine Line: The Ancients (part I):
paperback on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Fine-
A Fine Line: The Beginning
Can still be purchased at
However the newest edition of this book will be coming out Fall of 2015.
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As
the men walked through the woods looking for any signs of trespass,
both were at the peak of readiness, though neither said much of
anything to the other. William and Buckner were almost at
the south-west line of the property and could hear the babbling of
the water splashing along the rock bed of the narrow stream when a
strong stench hit pervaded their senses.
“Oh…my…God,
what in the hell is that?” Buckner shouted, covering his nose.
“I
have no idea. Boy, that sure is rancid.”
They
searched the area, spreading further apart to see if they could
discover the source of the foul odor. William believed
they would find a body at the height of its decay.
“Do
you see anything, Jonathon?” William called, choking as the putrid
stench became more intense.
“No,
noth…” Buckner cut his response short, so William began walking
in his direction. “No, no, stop! Will, stay perfectly still.”
“What
is it?”
“Shhh,
just listen,” Buckner whispered putting a finger to his lips.
William
stopped and listened hard. The sound was strange but
familiar and, at first, he thought it might be an animal caught in a
trap.
“It’s
coming from over here, Will,” Buckner said following the flow of
the stream.
The
men walked quickly but carefully. If it were a trapped animal, it
might not take too kindly to them, whether they intended to help it
or not. The sound became louder, but William realized it was being
made by something quite small.
“What
in the hell is that?” Buckner asked.
Then,
Buckner stopped abruptly, William crashed into his back and nearly
bowled him over, he’d been so focused on finding the creature
making all the noise. Buckner’s eyes widened in
disbelief, “I can’t believe it.”
“Believe
what? You know, you need to give some warning before you stop like
that. What? What is it?”
Buckner
pointed to a small area just ahead of them off to the right, where a
very large, very old sequoia tree stood. The tree had a naturally
formed opening at its base, which reminded William of the entrance to
a cave. The girth of a sequoia tree could grow very large, but this
one was massive, nearly forty meters. The opening at the bottom of
the tree was quite unusual and almost perfectly rounded.
After
the initial shock at the size of the tree had worn off, William saw
what had made Buckner stop. In the huge opening, was a
nest of leaves, which held a small bundle wrapped in cloth. Neither
of them could believe what they were seeing... It couldn’t be…
Buckner’s
words faltered. “Is that, that…”
“A
baby? Yes, that does appear to be exactly what that is.”
“I
can’t believe a smell like that could come from a baby,” Buckner
uttered, still cupping his hand over his nose.
“Yeah,
neither can I. Just stay alert we don’t know where the parents
are…and we don’t want to appear threatening.”
As
they approached the tree, the baby gave a happy, high-pitched
squeal. It was obvious the child was not in danger or
distress, so William signaled Buckner to go to the left of the huge
tree as he went around to the right.
Buckner
made it around his side of the huge tree just before William did.
“My
God!”
William
heard Buckner shout, followed by the unmistakable sound of his friend
regurgitating the contents of his stomach. William stopped when he
heard the sound and stood with his back against the tree. He wasn’t
altogether sure he wanted to see what had caused such a reaction from
Buckner. He gathered his courage and finished the few
steps it took to see…
“Holy
shit,” William cursed in no more than a whisper.
It
took everything he had not to follow Buckner’s lead, turning away
to the nauseating image from his sight. William took a minute more to
prepare himself mentally, for viewing the most ghastly spectacle he’d
ever seen before. When he turned, he fought desperately to keep from
looking (though his eyes kept veering over) and went to Buckner who
was bent over, his hands on his knees. After a few more gut-wrenching
heaves and a moan of pain, Buckner was able to stand up straight
again.
“You
gonna be alright?” William asked, knowing full well Buckner would
be physically fine, but mentally…well, he might never be quite
right again, himself .
“What
in the fuck did that?” Buckner bellowed.
“Someone
with an absence of conscience, morality, and honor… someone we both
know.”
“I
cannot believe even she could be so…so morbidly twisted.”
“Jonathan,
I wouldn’t put anything past Aurora and that band of demons she
commands. Even Amarious wasn’t this gruesome.”
The
two men stood and gazed in horror at the sight in front of them. The
ground was no longer covered with the serene beauty of white snow.
The scene put William in mind of the stories by Edgar Allan Poe or
Nathaniel Hawthorne, but neither of them had ever written anything
that came close to being so gruesome. Even the men’s worst
nightmares couldn’t have generated a creature that could have
ripped, tortured, and completely annihilated a person in such a
merciless grotesque fashion as the one they currently laid witness
to.
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