A Paranormal Sampler
Jaxx Summers, Abby L. Vandiver, Margo Bond Collins, Dormaine G., Perri Forrest, Karen Perkins
Paranormal
December 15, 2014
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A MUST READ FOR
FANS OF THE MYSTERIOUS WORLDS OF GHOSTS, SEA DWELLERS & SHAPESHIFTERS!
Have you ever
wondered about different myths of the world? These include the stories that so
many cultures live by and the ones that of the best movies are based upon? You
do know that these interesting concepts haven’t just appeared out thin air,
right?
Introducing
Mysticism & Myths, a sampler by six authors of varying genres. Each author
has chosen a legend or culture from various regions, and embellished the
details. Webs have been spun, and fantasies have been built in an effort to
deliver to a collection that is sure to be entertaining.
The worlds
captured in these stories are many! From ghosts and vampires to sea dwellers
and shapeshifters, and even ancestral rebirths! There's something for everyone.
For detailed synopsis,
please visit: http://mythsandmysticism.wix.com/mam1
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Bound By Blood (A
Night Shift Novella)
By Margo Bond
Collins
Sometimes the
monsters in the night are real.
Sometimes they
live right next door.
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Isa: Gift of the
Baloma
By Perri Forrest
Isa: Gift of the
Baloma is a fantasy tale created from a myth that derives from the Trobriand
islands (today officially known as the Kiriwina Islands).
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Micco, Anguta's
Reign
By Dormaine G.
Revelation can be
a disheartening truth.
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Cursed: A
Yorkshire Ghost Story
By Karen Perkins
She’s back. This
time no one is safe.
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Carnem Levare
By Jaxx Summers
We are born, live
and eventually leave the mortal world.
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The Life Keeper
By Abby L.
Vandiver
The bloodline of Romania,
older than the legend of the vampire, the strigoi are vile, evil creatures who
suck the life from the people of the villages that line the impenetrable
forests of the country.
Excerpt
Bound by Blood by Margo Bond
Collins
Oatmeal always makes me think apocalypse.
Not the kind of apocalypse I’m actually likely to witness,
spread through droplets so small they can’t be seen by the naked eye, by germs
so tiny that they might as well be science fiction to most people.
And not the kind we thought we were getting when the vampires
showed up a few years ago—though something weird happened in Dallas recently,
so the vampires have been hiding out for the last several months. No one knows
why, for sure, but I know that the guys in the ER are thankful for the drop in
neck traumas and exsanguination victims. And I was glad the hospital had a
small isolation ward specially created to watch ex-sang victims overnight, just
to be sure they didn’t turn. It made my job as a consultant for the CDC easier.
No, when I’m confronted with the prospect of oatmeal, I
begin to think how useful it would be in a world where scavenging became the
norm—like one of those zombie movies where people slide through grocery stores
throwing food items into baskets, racing to gather as much as they can before the
shambling horde attacks.
“I’m just saying.” I tucked a few strands of dark hair that
had escaped my bun up under my scrub hat.
“When the inevitable zombie
apocalypse hits? Go for the oatmeal. It’s lightweight and nutritious, can be
eaten alone or used to make easy-to-carry cakes, can even be eaten uncooked. It’s
pretty much the perfect post-apocalyptic food.”
“That assumes,” Dr. Will Manning said as we scrubbed in at
the sinks in the small anteroom that led into the isolation unit, “that either
there is someone out there doing all the hard work of growing and then milling
it—or whatever it is you do to oats that turns them into oatmeal—or that there
are few enough people around that the stores are still chock-full of oatmeal
packets, just ripe for the picking.” He wrapped the paper gown ties around
behind him, criss-crossing them around his waist and tying them in the front.
“You’re missing the point,” I said, pulling a pair of
sterile, blue, non-latex gloves out of the dispenser on the wall and snapping them
on one at a time, checking to make sure they covered the wrists on the sleeves
of my own white, paper gown.
“So what is the point?” He reached around me for his gloves.
“That it’s important to pay attention to how we can use the
things around us.” My voice grew muffled as I tied on a surgical mask.
“So let me get this straight.” With his hip, he bumped the
button that opened the door into the unit. “You’re in a hospital full of
medical equipment”—he gestured in a circle over his head, taking in all of Houston
General—”and you’re obsessing over the post-apocalyptic value of oatmeal?”
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