Fire From The Sky | Book 8 | Hell Fire

by Reed, N. C.

  “Blessed Journey, Worthy,” they stated in a ragged voice.

  “Blessed Life, my friends,” Talent replied, then turned and started his travels anew. The next town awaited him. Waited for him and the message he carried.

  “Lewiston,” he rolled the name off his lips. “A good name. Perhaps a richer field than that which awaited me here.”

  His step quickened as he thought about that. He had no time to dally. This, Lewiston, awaited him, after all.

  A PERSONAL NOTE FROM N.C. REED

  There's no point in lying. It was hard at times to keep working on this book. I was stunned a month ago tonight (as I write this) to learn that my nephew had been killed in an ATV accident. He and his friends weren't doing anything wrong, no drinking or reckless behavior, just having a good time when two bikes collided. It could have happened to any of them, but it happened to my nephew. Twenty years old and what should have been his whole life ahead of him. Gone.

  Time stopped for a day or two, and sometimes I'm not sure if it's started up again or not.

  Finishing this book, which was about half-way done when the wreck happened, turned out to be therapeutic for me. Receiving so many condolences from those of you who follow my social media also helped me a great deal. Your messages were often what kept me going when I didn't want to do anything but sit and stare out the window. Thanks for that.

  I would imagine that some of you are shocked at some of the turns in this book. They are not a result of what happened to my family, but were already planned out, for this very book in fact. Just so you know.

  I have a couple other projects that I have to do now, that I have put off for several months in fact, but Lord Willing, Fire from the Sky will return with book number nine, which, as of right now, will be titled “Brimstone”.

  Before that, however, I have to return to a few other projects that I have left lying for a little too long now, including the final book of the Parno Arc. I've been a little slow this year. Old age is catching me faster than I thought, but I am running as fast as I can. Metaphorically, of course. I'm not actually running, running. It's far too hot for that this summer.

  I hope you summer has been great, and your fall is even better. Thank you.

  N.C. Reed