Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle [Final Excerpt]

Here is the last excerpt of Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle by Robert J. S. T. McCartney and Albert J. Debusschere III.

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Here it is, folks. The last excerpt of Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle.

This particular passage (like the others) does not represent the final copy of Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle. The book is still going through the editing process and is still subject to changes (like some of the book covers as well).

The Kickstarter will be launching this Tuesday, July 19, 2016.

Without further delay, read on!

 


Dana flipped through the newspaper, sighing at the uninteresting articles. Another tragedy? The whole goddamn world is a tragedy. Give me something worth reading on this goddamn toilet paper. The rain beat angrily on the car, as rhythmically as a tribal ceremony, with the flashes of lightning here and there, painting the various gray-streaked sky. Dana leaned forward, looking up towards the heavens through the windshield of the car, noting the giant blobs that pooled together and were then swept away clean by the windshield wipers. He sighed again and let himself collapse back into the car seat. He looked over to his left, waiting for Walter to come out from the coffee shop. Goddamn it, Walter! What the hell are you doing, ordering the whole damn store? Dana rubbed his forehead and glanced back up to see Walter scurrying in the rain to the car. Walter opened the driver’s side door and got in, handing a warm paper coffee container to Dana; setting down a white and brown paper bag beside himself, placing his jumbo coffee cup in the cup holder. Walter buckled his seatbelt, giddy as a schoolgirl. Licking his lips, he reached for his ‘goody bag.’ “Don’t eat it all in one sitting now, Walt.” Dana jokingly jabbed Walter.

Walter sighed and slowly drifted his gaze at Dana, annoyed, “Are you seriously going to do that, every damn time I get a few doughnuts? I mean c’mon Dana.”

Dana snickered at Walter, “Easy, Walter, easy.I’m just pulling your leg, Walt. Don’t go having a coronary on me.”

Walter mumbled something incoherently about a ‘third leg’ as he reached into the paper bag, and grabbed a giant frosted raspberry jelly doughnut. He eyed it, having already turned ‘ignore Dana mode’ on, and then took a massive bite from it. “Mmm, this one, mmm, man, it’s so great.” Walter licked his lips, catching bits and pieces of jelly.  

Dana shook his head at the sight of his partner’s eating matters. “Walt, use a damn napkin man. God, you are acting like a dog.”

“Yeah, well, at least I’m housebroken,” Walter mumbled, to which Dana grinned.


 

That’s it! It’s short, I know, but it’s better than a few sentences. 😉

I hope you all join me in helping raise the necessary funds to get Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle out into your hands, and the hands of folks around the globe.

See you all Tuesday!

RJM

 

New Excerpt From Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle!

What follows is the latest excerpt from the upcoming urban fantasy novel, Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle by Robert J. S. T. McCartney and Albert J. Debusschere III.


The light of the day had already been extinguished. Elsewhere, plans had begun to set into motion, the turning of the gears of archaic proportions, the ushering of the liaison of destruction. Death was busy, unusually busy for this time. The old, dilapidated warehouse of scrap metal and wood of the shipyard was quite bright for this time of the night. The moon bled above the yellowed city lights. The stars cried—icy streaks, in the abysmal sheet of darkness—in unison of the celestial act that forebode of what carried on below.

Inside the vast shell of a building, windows were boarded up. Debris and trash littered the ground all over. Assorted holes punctured the roof, letting a peak of what transpired within. A man was busy, occupied with the disposition of the latest interloper.

The swarm of the stifling cold had long already wrapped itself around his body, constricting him like an invisible serpent. He awoke and found himself bound to the wall, stretched limb and limb about a makeshift cross that was made of scraps of metal and wood. His mouth stuffed with sweaty rags, mixed with only God knew what. He was soaking wet, but he couldn’t quite make out whether it was from his blood, sweat, or from the water. Before him stood a vague shadow of a man, cockeyed, peering back with a set of raging, bright-red eyes. The eyes shifted sluggishly around the room, searching for answers from this. . .intruder. Behind the vengeful wraith, laid the twisted and mangled tall body of a man bathing in a pool of crimson.

The shade spoke deep with assurance. “There is no one else here, just us. Well, except for your partner, but I wouldn’t exactly be counting on any back up.” The silhouette shrugged, “You know how it is—collateral damage.”

His head refused to budge, causing his body to jerk with fear, his nose catching the hint of gasoline. The dark shade materialized at long last. The raging redness of its eyes settled to a cool deep blue, a face of easiness and of peace.

The now, appearing gentle man spoke, waving his hand over his hostage’s face. “Calm yourself.”

A cloud of serenity came over the prisoner. He made out the elegance of his captor that was so bewildering. A dark oak tribal mask fell to the floor with a light thud, seemingly like a drop of rain on the surface of a pond. The man had long black hair that was matted and mangy. He noted his square broad face. . .of torment and pain—of scars and wounds: past, present, and foretold of future ones—this was a traitor.

The nomadic man turned his back to the ‘crucified’ man. “I tire of your persistent meddling. No longer, will you be following anyone around, sticking your bothersome nose in matters that are far beyond what your pathetic, frail mind can comprehend.” He turned to face his victim. “Oh no.” He grinned fiercely, then burst into a gleeful sinister laugh, “NOT ANYMORE!” He closed his eyes and sniffed the air. “There are some big plans that are unfurling now, but you already know that; and there is NOTHING. . .nothing. . .you or anyone can do about it.” He grasped the man’s throat and peered deep into the frightened, green eyes. “Any last words. . .detective?” The man shook violently, trying to writhe himself free, grunting with empty pleas. The vagabond leaned toward the grunting man, whispering into his ear. “I’ll be sure to say hello to them for you, but don’t worry—they won’t be too far behind.”

The nomad plunged the blade into the man’s gut—grinning with a wink. The starving knife’s teeth clawed and pulled at the insides. The blade was jerked up in the man’s abdomen in a smooth transition, carving the hapless fool—over to the right—then at last, in a downward angle. The man coughed for a moment, choking on his own blood. He let loose a low mutter and groan, following the rush of blood that crudely mimicked a waterfall that trickled down onto the floor, along with the rest of his liveliness. As the savage nomad turned to walk away from his latest kill, a whisper from someone long ago caught his ear as he lit a match. No matter how many times you keep telling yourself you won’t. You will die. She still lives and this time—she will see to it. Oh yes, it will be all the sweeter—your death! [The match slowly fell to the ground, igniting the stew of blood, gasoline, and waste] Yes, this time, the true traitor will be the betrayed! [The flames rushed with hunger up the base of the cross, devouring the man’s feet, legs, and torso] Killing the ‘fodder’, as you say, will only fuel the fire that awaits you in Hell! The voice trailed off into a maniacal laughter, as the husk of a man on the cross was engulfed in flames.

The unnerved wanderer picked up his mask and placed it over his face, the chin and lips still exposed, and specks of blood on it. He grinned to himself and closed his eyes, and inhaled deep. The air began to rage hellishly behind him, as he still lost in the thought as he licked his lips. “Hmm, well, I can’t wait to see her . . .try.”


First Excerpt

Look for Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle, coming soon!

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Excerpt from Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle

What follows is an excerpt from the upcoming urban fantasy novel, Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle by Robert J. S. T. McCartney and Albert J. Debusschere III.


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She glided into the empty class room, flipping on the lights and sighing in disappointment almost at once. Her jet-black hair brushed long down her back, same with her dress and skirt, with frills of ebony lace ensconced along the edges. Charcoal lipstick and eyeliner marked her face. In essence, the typical goth girl in class.

That she had even shown up was still a surprise to the two, and despite her obvious presence in the room, they could hardly believe it. It had taken them all month to convince her that she had a secret admirer, and that he wanted to meet her after school. Unfortunately, for the poor girl, they had been amassing silly string and water balloons in the normally abandoned classroom for over a week now. The only thing they wanted her to be greeted with was disappointment, as was befitting for a silly goth kid. However, this simple excitement was too much, and their giggling immediately gave away their position.

She clenched her eyes shut and spun around hissing “I know you’re there” at the office door. With no other means of escape, and the element of surprise now lost. The two solemnly filed out into the classroom, their eyes downcast, hoping she didn’t recognize them, preparing for a harsh tongue lashing. Her deathly gaze shifted from one to the other, as if to burn the images of their faces into her memory. After a dragged out second, she cleared her throat to address the miscreants. “You think it’s funny to toy with people’s lives?”

“Look, Lilah, it was just a joke.” the boy on the right croaked out.

“I’ll show you what it’s like to play with people’s lives!” she snapped back.

The dirty brown haired boy felt the hairs on his neck stand up. Unsure that if what he heard and was now feeling from the girl was real or just his imagination, but he definitely thought he noticed something, or sensed something amiss. A small touch of something seriously wrong hiding underneath the innocent girl persona, a vague hint of a malicious duality. Her right hand reached into the small purse that slung low on her side. Once it had found what it was looking for, it shot out causing the boys to jerk in fear simultaneously and then relief when they realized it was a deck of cards.

“Ooh, are you going to tell us our future with your fairy cards?” the dirty brown haired boy’s clearly oblivious friend now chided, his face lit up in a stupid grin.

“Yup. However, these are no fairy cards as you put it, these are the real deal.” Her hands began to dance, shuffling the cards rhythmically as if in an intricately rehearsed ballet. Once they were satisfied, her hand rested on the top card, and she rapidly drew four cards. “Let’s see, the first card, a king of diamonds.”

“Playing cards? What, are you gonna poker us to death?” he shot back at her.

Henry. . .” The dirty brown haired kid attempted to silence his loud mouthed friend before he could cause more trouble for both of them.

The girl they knew as Lilah allowed a smirk at the stray comment. “Next, we have the two of clubs, but that’s nothing special.” She showed the third card, “Next, a king of clubs, not too important.” She then revealed the fourth card, “Three of clubs, but that’s not important either. You see it’s always the last card that is key!”

“Look, Gary, she’s lost it. The goth girls finally gone loony. She’s. . .” His voice was cut short, what was happening now was beginning to make him question his own sanity.

The top card of the deck was moving, but not by her hand, all by itself rather. It slid up until it was standing upright on the deck, its back to the two boys. Slowly, it began to turn towards them. As this spectacle occurred, neither bothered to notice the girl’s blank face was turning into a sadistic grin, her eyes beginning to glow a dull green. As it hit halfway, the boys found they could no longer move, sense of touch had almost wholly left their bodies. The card was nearly completely facing them now and sparks of electricity arced from its corners. This card was wrong, in the corners was the number thirteen, and across the center was a series of spades.

“Black thirteen! Boys, this is where we part!”


 

Look for Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle, coming soon!

Note: Excerpts are not of the final rendition. Check out the final release!