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Authors: Phaedra Weldon
Tags: Urban Fantasy, Vampires, Out-Of-Body, wraith, phaedra weldon, grimoire, astral travel, revenant, abysmal tales, beyond the door, zoe martinique dags mcconnell, zoe martinique book 5, abysmal vampires, zoe vampires, daniel frasier
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heal his
gunshot."
"But I don't—" he turned a stricken fact to
Nona. "I don't know if I can." He reached out and grabbed her hand
as she moved next to him. "Nona…I can't touch the book…I can't
access the Grimoire !"
To Be Continued in
GEIST: A Zoë Martinique Investigation, Book
5
Excerpt From
GEIST
Zoë Martinique Investigation Series, Book
5
I didn't know if it was me getting angry and
thinking of Dags at the same time or wishful thinking. I don't even
know how much time passed between my chat with Geist and what
happened next.
I do know that suddenly—
I wasn't filtering things through the murky
depths of the egg, looking out at a run-down theater. And I wasn't
looking behind me into the vast distance of the
universe.
I was looking at—some girl with tattoos on her
face and bleached white hair?
And she was coming at me with a
machete!
"Look out!" I heard a voice shout.
"I see her!"
Whoa! I flinched as I raised a sword and
blocked the attack. The two metals clanked and the impact vibrated
up through my right arm. I took in a deep breath and pushed her
back just before I feigned to the left.
Tattoo-Chick came at me with her machete again.
I pivoted to my right and with her momentum she moved just past me
as I brought the blade of the sword up and sliced it downward at
her. It connected with the back of her neck and—
HOLY HELL!
Her head popped off!
What channel had I tuned into?
Wherever it was, there were more oddly tattooed
people fighting around me. As I started to look around I realized
that I recognized most of the people fighting against the ones with
tattoos.
Jason!
Nick!
Was that Rhonda?
And Joe!
"Hey—" a familiar voice to my right shouted and
I looked over at— Daniel! "Handle that one and I think we're
good."
I felt myself nod and turned to see a much
bigger, much uglier tattoo-faced guy heading my way. He didn't have
a machete. No. This guy had a—
CHAINSAW!
The thunder from its engine and quickly moving
blades forced me to move back. When he came at me, I blocked with
my sword, turned, and was behind him. Whoever these guys were they
were almost fast in their attacks.
With Chainsaw's back to me I tried to dispatch
him in a similar fashion to his tattoo-laced girlfriend. Sadly my
luck seemed to run out. It didn't work! The guy's head didn't come
off. Hell I didn't even get my blade near it. Instead he brought
his yard tool up and blocked my killing blow. My sword bounced back
and I lost my grip on it. Did whoever I was in really think that
move would work? I mean…come on. You can't expect to use the same
feign-and-slash attack over and over again. And certainly not
against a chainsaw!
With a nice backpedal I stumbled over something
in the floor and landed on my back with the wind knocked out of
me.
GET UP! I shrieked.
Something shook me—this body—who ever I was
with. I was trying to figure out which one of my old Scooby Doo
gang I had slipped my astral self into—because that was the only
way I could be seeing the others. It wasn't any of the ones I could
see.
Was I inside of TC?
Was that possible? He didn't really have a body
did he?
And I wasn't thinking I knew anyone that
wielded a sword but—
Wait—
Dags had a sword a few times.
I'd seen him use it.
I was...I was...
I was what ?
I was inside of him ? I was inside of Dags ? Had I been successful? Could he...could he hear
me?
Should I try it?
No time! Chainsaw on the down
stroke!
I scrambled back and was having a hard time
breathing—
Then I saw another chainsaw—a much bigger, much
badder one—intercept my attacker's. That yard tool was attached to
an arm; literally attached to a muscular arm ala "Evil
Dead!"
"Sorry ass-wipe," a familiar, deep voice said.
"But you ain't gutt'n Bookboy."
TC!
His familiar bald head came into view as I lay
on the floor and tried to breathe. What happened to me? To Dags?
Why was I gasping for breath?
Something wet and
gunshot."
"But I don't—" he turned a stricken fact to
Nona. "I don't know if I can." He reached out and grabbed her hand
as she moved next to him. "Nona…I can't touch the book…I can't
access the Grimoire !"
To Be Continued in
GEIST: A Zoë Martinique Investigation, Book
5
Excerpt From
GEIST
Zoë Martinique Investigation Series, Book
5
I didn't know if it was me getting angry and
thinking of Dags at the same time or wishful thinking. I don't even
know how much time passed between my chat with Geist and what
happened next.
I do know that suddenly—
I wasn't filtering things through the murky
depths of the egg, looking out at a run-down theater. And I wasn't
looking behind me into the vast distance of the
universe.
I was looking at—some girl with tattoos on her
face and bleached white hair?
And she was coming at me with a
machete!
"Look out!" I heard a voice shout.
"I see her!"
Whoa! I flinched as I raised a sword and
blocked the attack. The two metals clanked and the impact vibrated
up through my right arm. I took in a deep breath and pushed her
back just before I feigned to the left.
Tattoo-Chick came at me with her machete again.
I pivoted to my right and with her momentum she moved just past me
as I brought the blade of the sword up and sliced it downward at
her. It connected with the back of her neck and—
HOLY HELL!
Her head popped off!
What channel had I tuned into?
Wherever it was, there were more oddly tattooed
people fighting around me. As I started to look around I realized
that I recognized most of the people fighting against the ones with
tattoos.
Jason!
Nick!
Was that Rhonda?
And Joe!
"Hey—" a familiar voice to my right shouted and
I looked over at— Daniel! "Handle that one and I think we're
good."
I felt myself nod and turned to see a much
bigger, much uglier tattoo-faced guy heading my way. He didn't have
a machete. No. This guy had a—
CHAINSAW!
The thunder from its engine and quickly moving
blades forced me to move back. When he came at me, I blocked with
my sword, turned, and was behind him. Whoever these guys were they
were almost fast in their attacks.
With Chainsaw's back to me I tried to dispatch
him in a similar fashion to his tattoo-laced girlfriend. Sadly my
luck seemed to run out. It didn't work! The guy's head didn't come
off. Hell I didn't even get my blade near it. Instead he brought
his yard tool up and blocked my killing blow. My sword bounced back
and I lost my grip on it. Did whoever I was in really think that
move would work? I mean…come on. You can't expect to use the same
feign-and-slash attack over and over again. And certainly not
against a chainsaw!
With a nice backpedal I stumbled over something
in the floor and landed on my back with the wind knocked out of
me.
GET UP! I shrieked.
Something shook me—this body—who ever I was
with. I was trying to figure out which one of my old Scooby Doo
gang I had slipped my astral self into—because that was the only
way I could be seeing the others. It wasn't any of the ones I could
see.
Was I inside of TC?
Was that possible? He didn't really have a body
did he?
And I wasn't thinking I knew anyone that
wielded a sword but—
Wait—
Dags had a sword a few times.
I'd seen him use it.
I was...I was...
I was what ?
I was inside of him ? I was inside of Dags ? Had I been successful? Could he...could he hear
me?
Should I try it?
No time! Chainsaw on the down
stroke!
I scrambled back and was having a hard time
breathing—
Then I saw another chainsaw—a much bigger, much
badder one—intercept my attacker's. That yard tool was attached to
an arm; literally attached to a muscular arm ala "Evil
Dead!"
"Sorry ass-wipe," a familiar, deep voice said.
"But you ain't gutt'n Bookboy."
TC!
His familiar bald head came into view as I lay
on the floor and tried to breathe. What happened to me? To Dags?
Why was I gasping for breath?
Something wet and
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