By Kirby Crow
Becket Merriday is at the path of a killer who's murdering appealing younger males within the small city of Irenic. What he discovers an old race of immortal beings hunted by way of an extremely strong adversary: the angel Mastema. quickly, Beck and his accomplice, Sean Logan, locate themselves on the heart of a dangerous supernatural struggle.
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His stomach clenched and the skin of his balls shriveled. For the first time in his life, Beck had experienced the thinnest edge of true horror. This corpse gave him the same feeling. A gust of wind pushed against Beck and he shivered. Cold out here, he thought. He must have been so cold before he died. ” Beck looked up. Deputy Chief Frank Gauthier addressed Beck as chief only when the omission would be glaringly obvious, and entirely avoided the affectionate nickname of chefe, formerly owned by Chief Garza.
He finally worked up a theory that everyone is drawn in varying degrees to whatever it is they hate, and he was no different. Pondering that he was similar to most people in that regard was reassuring to him, and one of the few things that made him feel normal. Poor damn kid. His regretful gaze traveled the length of the body a last time, and that was when he noticed the one thick, curved line in all that red that didn’t look like a splash. It trailed under the body by the ball of the shoulder.
It seemed to go on forever. The sun was slanting low in the cell when the pressure began to collect in his thighs. The gathering was sweet, a fulsome, expectant sensation that hovered somewhere just beyond his reach, a distant goal that he instinctively strived for. He heard his breath quicken as the light in the cell became painfully acute. His skin became sensitive to the point of agony, both searing and exquisite. And then, a thing happened. As he crossed the distance to the goal that beckoned him, like a swimmer laboring to shore, he entered a still place in his mind that often came to him in such moments.