The man behind the glasses rubbed Cole’s shoulder. “Don’t be silly! What’s this place for if not to give shelter to a fella like you? You’re not about to sprout fur and fangs are ya?” he asked with a subtle St. Louis drawl.
“No,” Cole replied with an uneasy laugh. When he felt his strength start to ebb, he lowered himself down onto one of the pews.
“I didn’t catch yer name,” the man said as he sat down beside him.
“Cole.”
“I’m Bill. Can I get something for you to drink? We’ve got coffee, or maybe something stronger?”
“No thanks.”
After folding his hands across an ample belly, Bill sat quietly for a few seconds before saying, “Paige won’t be coming, will she?”
That one almost broke Cole all the way down to the center of his chest. He pushed back the pain so he could shake his head without falling apart. “Nope.” Once he pulled himself together, he asked, “How did you know?”
“I could see it on your face. You want me to get one of the priests to have a word with you?”
“You knew Paige?”
“Yeah,” Bill said fondly. “She didn’t come in a lot, but she was busy. Especially,” he added in a guarded whisper, “with all the important work she was doing.”
“You knew about that too, huh?”
Bill nodded. “I had a close call myself with one of those wolf things long before they showed up on the news. We would talk to each other because ’most anybody else around here would think we were nuts.” Gazing up at the altar, he said, “She once told me that she would be fine with . . . well . . . passing on, just so long as it was for a good cause. Always wanted to go down swingin’, you know?”
“I do.”
“Did she?”
“Oh yeah.”
Bill nodded, smirked, and then pulled a handkerchief from a pocket so he could dab his eyes.
Cole sat there, looking at the murals Paige had enjoyed, hoping to draw strength from the same source that she’d gone to when she needed it most. He even thought about praying for the courage to walk even further into the fire that had already burnt him so badly. When he found he wasn’t able to go through those unfamiliar motions, he just closed his eyes and let the soft, funny memories rush in along with the painful and annoying ones. For the moment, that’s all he owned and all he needed.
The fight would still be there when he found the strength to stand up.
And because of Paige, he had more strength than he’d ever thought possible.
About the Author
MARCUS PELEGRIMAS graduated from the University of Nebraska with a degree in Criminal Justice as research to become a maniacal super villain. When too many of his plans were thwarted, he went back to his first love: writing. He is also an active member of the Nevermore Paranormal ghost-hunting group. That one worked out much better than the world domination thing. Visit Marcus on the web at www.marcuspelegrimas.com.
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Praise for Marcus Pelegrimas's Skinners
“An action-packed, blood-soaked ripsnorter of a monster-hunter series.”
—Tom Piccirilli, author of The Midnight Road
“Pelegrimas has done the impossible—come up with a fresh and exciting twist on vampire lore.”
—Ed Gorman, bestselling co-author of Dean Koontz’s Frankenstein: City of Night
“Bram Stoker reinvigorated Gothic horror in the late 19th century . . . Pelegrimas [has] the potential to do the same thing here in the 21st century. . . . His storytelling style is utterly readable, his characters are unconventional and endearing, his wry sense of humor priceless.”
—Paul Goat Allen
“With a scalpel-sharp eye for detail, Pelegrimas slices open an entirely new kind of street-smart vampire.”
—Michael Largo, winner of the Bram Stoker Award
“An amazing talent!”
—Robert J. Randisi
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Copyright
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cover art by Larry Rostant
EXTINCTION AGENDA. Copyright © 2011 by Marcus Pelegrimas. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.
EPub Edition NOVEMBER 2011 ISBN: 9780062096524
Print Edition ISBN: 9780061986383
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