Crack the Sky: Preternatural Chronicles Book 8 (The Preternatural Chronicles)
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“Hey,” she said.
“Hey.”
“John said I should come see you.”
“About what?” Depweg sniffled on accident.
“I don’t know. But he said it was important. Oh, and he tried to casually make a joke about a when-wolf or something? I think he was trying to be funny, but it came off as desperate.”
Depweg didn’t know what to say, and only stared at the woman he had called mate for the past seven years.
“You, um…okay?” Meli asked, seeing how red-rimmed Depweg’s eyes were.
There was nothing worse than to be a complete mess and barely holding it together, only to have someone ask if you were okay.
Depweg fought the urge to collapse back into tears. He wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to tell Meli how they had a life together with a beautiful son. Thankfully, his brain played out the scenario in his mind and convinced him that was a way to definitely push someone away. What would a normal person think if someone they barely knew dropped to their knees while rambling on about how they had been together for nearly a decade and had a child together?
“I’m fine,” Depweg lied as he produced a fake smile that failed to touch his eyes.
“O…kay then. I’m, ah…I’m gonna go for a walk.” She turned and stepped out of his room, just out of sight.
Depweg visibly deflated watching the woman he loved more than anything walk away, leaving him alone with his damaged thoughts.
Throwing down its cigarette, anguish decided it had taken a long enough break, and was about to conduct another round of torment when Meli popped her head back into the room.
“You coming?”
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Thank you in advance for giving John unlife after death. The series dedicated to my bromego will be 13 full novels with a handful of novellas and short stories for good measure. So until next time, John On!
1 John is not actually knighted
Dedications
Firstly, I’d have to dedicate this entire series to my unalive bromego who promised if he ever died, that he would haunt me by humming the theme to Mario Brothers for the rest of my life.
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Here’s to you, John Cook. I made you a promise, and Lilith damn it, I kept it.
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Second, to my beautiful wife, Amanda, who I’m glad has terrible vision. If not for those eyes of yours, you might have realized you are waaaaay too hot for me!
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Then again, as the old saying goes: ‘If you make them laugh, their eyes will be closed and unable to see how much better they could do.’
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Thirdly, to Valenta, Depweg, and Nathanial for wanting to be in the series and have the chance to still be a part of our dear friend’s legacy. As of this dedication writing, I am on book 6 and have included so many more of our friends in the series at their request. I would say it makes it easier to give depth to characters; but the truth is I had to tone most of you bastards WAY down. If I wrote you exactly like we all are in real life, no one would believe the story! I’m looking at you Valenta and Depweg, you crazy fools.
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And finally, I am dedicating this book and series to anyone who has lost someone who was a substantial part of them. You are not alone. Rise up and live for them.
ABOUT HUNTER BLAIN
Hunter Blain is an author and entrepreneur who has spent his entire adult life—before writing—in the retail industry. At the age of 24, Hunter became the youngest Regional Sales Director at GNC before joining one of the largest supplement companies in the world. He is swole, ladies and gentlemen. So. Swole. After a few years, he had accumulated enough knowledge, beard length, and confidence to open his own brick and mortar store, Empire Nutrition. As of 2020, Hunter is in the midst of franchising the business to budding entrepreneurs.
One day, a teenage Hunter went to visit his mother at work (because he’s a good son), and met a goddess in the flesh who went by the name Amanda. She was one of his mom’s coworkers, and Hunter’s own age. She also happened to be the most beautiful woman Hunter had ever seen. On an unrelated note, Hunter decided to visit his mom at work a whole lot more after encountering Amanda, and somehow convinced her to marry him after spending nearly a decade together. “Finally!” their family members screamed in exhausted relief at the wedding.
As of this writing, they live with their two adorable puppies, Bella and Shimmy. To shamelessly maximize fan adoration and awww factor, Hunter’s pit bull terrier, Shimmy, was one day away from being euthanized when Hunter swooped in to rescue her at the very last minute! He reminds Shimmy of this fact almost daily, demanding that she realize how lucky she is and to “get a job!” Shimmy is currently unemployed.
In 2018, Hunter began writing I’M GLAD YOU’RE DEAD, which is an Urban Fantasy eulogy for his childhood best friend, John Cook, who was taken from this world in a horrific car accident. Writing the novel was both cathartic and the fulfillment of a promise that Hunter had once made to John before his sudden passing. The PRETERNATURAL CHRONICLES is a way for John to live forever in the minds of countless readers across the world.
In June of 2020, Hunter signed on with Argento Publishing—run by the urban fantasy world’s greatest supervillain, Shayne Silvers—and the rest, as they say, is history.
Or…the future.
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BOOKS BY HUNTER BLAIN
PRETERNATURAL CHRONICLES
DELIVERANCE (Prequel novella #0)
I’M GLAD YOU’RE DEAD
DAWN AND QUARTERED
SHADOW OF A DOUBT
MOONLIGHT EQUILIBRIUM (Book 3.5)
MOUTH OF MADNESS
WHAT THE HELL
HOLY SHEOLY
THOSE WONDERFUL TOYS
CRACK THE SKY
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DELIVERANCE
I’M GLAD YOU’RE DEAD
DAWN AND QUARTERED
SHADOW OF A DOUBT
MOUTH OF MADNESS
HOLY SHEOLY
THOSE WONDERFUL TOYS
CRACK THE SKY