Thursday, July 21, 2016

Madame Lilly, Voodoo Priestess, an excerpt from this historical fiction fright!



Excerpt:
On their way to her house Lilly no longer questioned her actions tonight but only worried that her new companions wouldn’t be able to avenge her by wreaking the havoc she so desired. By the time they came to stand behind the house she was already disappointed as they seemed too relaxed for her liking. They appeared harmless now, not monstrous at all, but it was too late to turn back. The night was drawing to a close and the party was sure to end soon. It was now or never.

     Peering into the back of the house Lilly could see the party was dying down but still going strong. She sighed with relief as that meant the occupants would be too drunk to put up much of a fight.

     Lilly faced the others, who were watching and waiting from a distance still with complacency in their stance as if they had not a care in the world, though she acknowledged to herself that this world was not really theirs to care about. She wasn’t really sure how tonight would end but she needed them to know they must not kill Henry. He was hers and hers only.

     Walking over to them she explained, “I need you two . . .” Theolus put a finger up to her lips to shush her. “We already know what to do, Madame.” Then a smile crept across his face as he walked backwards towards the house, observing her the whole way. Hearon, already ahead of them, slowly ascended the back stairs of the house still not speaking. She only nodded to Lilly in recognition that she knew what to do.

     Lilly watched in anticipation as they crept inside, hoping not to be let down by them. But she never once stopped to question how they knew exactly what to do. Lilly’s heart was too consumed with rage; she wanted revenge so badly on those who had wronged her, she never thought to ask.


     Standing outside in the dark a tear of fulfillment ran down her left cheek as she heard the first cry for help. Soon she heard a second, then a third until the house was filled with screams. As her heart raced, she slowly ascended the stairs to see what hell had come here tonight by her making.

     As nerves took hold, her body became hot, real hot. She steadied herself against the back door to stop herself from falling and waited for it to pass, resting her head against the frame, which wasn’t really cold but, compared to her body’s temperature, it felt ten degrees cooler. She prayed not to pass out.


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Madame Lilly, Wicked (vol 4)
 coming this Summer.
Stay Tuned!


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