Friday, March 18, 2011

Snippet from The Last Shaman

I was about to turn and leave but glanced down for one final goodbye. Suddenly his eyes flew open but not the piercing blue eyes I remember but black soulless eyes. He grabbed me by the arm trying to pull himself out of the coffin. I screamed in terror and tried to run but the grip was vise like and I couldn’t pull away. The body convulsed and a hideous creature stood before me cursing God and all that is Holy. Other creatures similarly grotesque surrounded me and as they closed in I saw the congregation leaving the church, all singing, are you washed in the blood, in the soul cleansing blood of the lamb. 

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