“That’s mountain climbing gear,” said Gus, pointing to a pick axe frozen in the nearby ice. “He must have frozen up here, poor fucker.”
“Hope? Did you do this?” I asked her.
“Ma-ma. Bye-bye,” she muttered, pointing to the dead and still half frozen man.
My eyes filled with tears, hearing her first words. I reached up and touched her cheek gently. She shared with me her deepest thoughts, not using words. Our child had killed the creature with her touch. She knew it was evil. She knew she was here to rid the world of them.
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Grace Lost (book one) is now available in audio!
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Watch for Schiessl House, coming early 2015!
A chilling tale of a house most haunted.
FROM CHAPTER ONE: DEATH COMES FIRST
The truth is, I was born dead. It was a consequence, I’m told, of my mother not loving me. It wasn't the doctors or the nurses who brought me back to life. It wasn't my mother wrapping her arms around my lifeless newborn body nor was it her aching heart reaching out in desperate need of knowing me. She never held me. She never named me. As the story goes, she refused to even look at me. It wasn't the miracle of modern technology that brought me back from the land of shadows and silence. It was my father's tears that brought me to life, nearly two hours after my birth.
I grew up without either of my parents in my life. Beyond that first day, I didn’t know either of them. The woman who raised me said that she had been there at my birth and the hours that followed. She had witnessed me draw my first breaths as my father held my cold blue body to his chest. My mother had thought I was a child of the Devil, implanted within her womb by aliens from space. My father felt compelled to care for her even in her insanity, so for my own safety he painfully left me behind to be cared for by others. I was told that he sobbed in the end when they took me from him. I had thought badly of him for his decision. After all, my life so far had been one filled with happiness and love. At least that’s what I told myself and the rest of the world…
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