Isabelle's Fall
Through the
Seer's Eyes Book One
ISBN: 978-1-62420-262-9
K. J. Dahlen
Genre: Paranormal
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 3
TAGLINE
When dreams haunt
Cat she knows she has to go home, there she finds danger, magic, and love. Can
she survive the danger to explore the love?
BLURB
When Cat Lamond dreams of
yet another murder far away she knows she has to do something. She has to go
back to where she was born to find the killer. Going back to the Highlands of
Scotland, she finds more than she thought she’d find. She finds the killer and
magic older than time itself. She also finds her family’s secret. They are
Guardians of this same magic. She has to use her magic to defeat a witch and
stop her evil plan but Cat also find a mortal man she finds she loves more than
the magic she carries inside her. Will the love they share be enough to
overcome their fear?
Excerpt:
Deep into the night, the wind picked up carrying the message to those
who could hear it. It traveled through time and space, but only a few could
hear the sounds it made. Only a handful of those listening could hear and see
what hummed along on the waves of the wind. It invaded at least one person's
dream and she didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to bear witness to this
evil of man, yet she was caught up in its fury, a reluctant voyeur, whether she
wished it or not.
She frowned in her sleep as images began flashing in her subconscious.
Images of a place in a faraway land, yet the place she saw was one she'd been
to before. She could see the moon lighting up a place not familiar to her.
The rolling hills were covered in sweet smelling heather, the clear
waters of the river Ness rushed over the rocks on the bank, the stones of a
ruin in another land and the dark outline of a castle sitting on a rise flitted
through her mind. The strong smell of blood and heather filled her nostrils.
She knew the land for she had been born there.
Cat Lamond struggled against the
oncoming nightmare. This was the third terror dream in as many months and she
knew how it would end.
Sweat and tears appeared on her face as she watched the knife come into
view. He held the blade comfortably in his left hand. His hands were smeared
with her blood, and she could hear her voice begging him to let her go. She
didn't want to die. There was a tearing sound echoing in her brain as he ripped
through the clothing that hid her skin from him. He wanted nothing between them
as he bared her chest. Before he could stop himself, the tip of the knife drew
across the bottom of her ribcage, leaving a budding line of red. Blood welled
and ran down her body, soaking the band of her jeans.
Cat heard her scream and she shivered in terror. She watched as his hand
slipped inside the opening left by the knife. She felt as his hand searched for
the prize he wanted. She felt his fingers close around the beating organ, ba
boom, ba boom. She felt every heartbeat then she felt the beating heart slowing
as his fingers grabbed hold. One last ba boom before his fingers ripped the
heart out of her chest. One last scream cut off as her breath was forced from
her lungs.
Everything was silent as he withdrew his hand. Blood stained his fingers
as he brought her heart from her body. He glanced at her glazing eyes. Her face
was frozen in terror and pain. He seemed to be almost dazed as if her pain and
horror hadn't touched him at all.
He quickly put the heart into a glass jar and tucked it carefully away.
He cleaned the blade of the knife and slowly slid it into a handmade sheath.
Placing both items into a leather backpack, the man walked over to an old truck
parked in the bushes near the ruins of the church.
He went back to her and took her in his arms. He carried her over to the
truck and laid her carefully in the back. There was a thick tarp on the floor,
and he was careful in her placement. He couldn't afford to get any blood in the
bed of the truck.
Getting into the vehicle, he started the engine and pulled onto the
road. Turning around he headed for Inverness. He would dump the body in a place
where it would be found within a few hours.
He drove through the silent streets in the misting rain and eased into
an alleyway. He was familiar with these streets and had driven in the dark,
turning his headlights off as he entered the town. He didn't want to attract
attention, not now. Pulling in to the back of the butcher shop, he put the
truck in park and opened his door. For a moment the interior light came on and
he could see his own eyes in the rear view mirror. They were red rimmed and his
skin was pale. He stared at them for a moment and the blue eyes staring back at
him closed. Raising his hands, he rubbed the skin on his face. The healed burn
mark on the right side gave his face a look of injury, but that had been a long
time ago. He did have a few drops of blood on his skin. Grabbing the edge of
his shirt, he wiped the dry blood off. Then without looking at the mirror again
he got out of the truck and moved to the back.
He grabbed the edge of the tarp and pulled it toward him. Her arm
slipped out of the canvas, and he quickly tucked it back in. He paused to
search the area, just to make sure there weren't any witnesses. When he found a
clear path, he hoisted the bundle over his shoulders and began moving toward
the wooded area at the end of the alley.
Once in the trees, he dumped the body on the cold damp ground. The
canvas opened and her face was uncovered. Her skin was pale. Her eyes were open
but glazed with death. Her lips were parted and blood drizzled from the corner
of her mouth.
He stared at her for a moment but felt nothing as he pulled the canvas
over her. He grabbed a few twigs and tried to cover her body, but to him, it
made no difference. He didn't really care if the police found her or not. There
was no tie to him left alive anyway.
He went back to the truck. Starting the engine, he pulled back out onto
the street. He made his way to the edge of town still without turning his
vehicle lights on. Leaving the city behind him, he drove for another half hour
before he pulled into a private drive. Bumping along, he pulled up to a house
and shut the truck off. Four dogs came out of the blackness to greet him, and
the front door opened revealing the shadow of a woman. He joined her and the
door closed behind them.
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