Really though, I don't care how you reach me, thanks for reaching out. So here is a quick sneak peek at "All Are Broken"
On a side note, I copy/pasted this from an Adobe Proof doc and manually took out the anomalies, may have missed a few!
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Prologue
He ran.
With an iron determination and unflinching resolve, he ran across the valley. He ran swiftly with an unearthly grace and speed. He ran past rock, through bushes and
trees; darting, leaping, bounding ever onward. He never faltered. He never slowed. He always moved forward, to her. To slip, to falter for even a second would mean her death and that was not acceptable.
His legs ached from the strain. Slowly strand by whipcord strand the muscles began to snap, but he ran on. Almost there, he could feel it, the wrongness of it all. Time dilated as he leapt through the forest and came to its end. It slowly expanded outward from him, growing thick as fog, dense, and slow. He cut through it like a knife, white hot, fresh from the forge. There in a small clearing, nestled between the forest and the great looming mountain beyond, was a cottage. She was inside along with the strange beast. The thing that carried that wrongness in it like a black hole in its heart. Somewhere inside she screamed. His heart broke, and then his leg broke too. He knew it eventually would. He winced and with his remaining good leg leapt into the air. As if alerted by her screams time seemed to snap back into place.
Then majestic black wings unfurled. Wings battered, bloodied, and torn in several places. They were as wide as the man was long, and with a single powerful beat, they propelled him through the front door of the cottage.As he hurled himself through the door tucking a shoulder setting his jaw and shattering through thick well treated wood, his wings gave way, broken from the strain. He rocketed across the room, now only momentum propelling him onward, and landed squarely on the black-hearted beast.
The air rushed out of the creature’s lungs in a furious whoosh as the other landed, pinning it wedge-like in the corner of the sparse single room cottage. She screamed
again from the corner opposite of the two where she huddled on a bed of straw and tattered woolen blankets. This time more from shock then fear. Her scream peeled
out across the valley, and made the newcomer wince as if he felt her pain and shock deep within his soul.
The winged man knelt down, not having much of achoice in his current state. Time seemed to slow onceagain, dilating from the sheer will of the battered savior. He knelt and whispered to the evil man. He spoke gently and quietly so that she could not make out the words.
“Destroyer, demon, blackened soul, never again shall you lay your burden upon another. Never again shall you spread your sin into the Father’s world.” The cold steel in the man’s eyes wavered for a fleeting moment and there was a fl ash of pity in them, perhaps even regret, and then he continued.
“May the Creator have mercy upon your immortal soul,” as he said the last, he brought to bear a great broad and gleaming sword upon the other’s skull. With a crack, and sickening slosh, it was over. She had covered her eyes when she saw what was about to happen. When she opened them the winged man was gone.