Coming Attraction…CONSIDER THE NIGHT

Posted: March 8, 2014 in The Art of Publishing

It’s been forever since I posted but…no excuses, just haven’t had much to say (but I managed to stay busy). Anyways, within the next two weeks my newest work of fiction, CONSIDER THE NIGHT, will be made available to the public in both hard copy and via e-book. Wanna have a sneak peek? No? Well so what, you’re stuck with one. Here’s a copy of the cover art, a synopsis and the opening paragraphs. The full first chapter is also available on this left side of this blog. So…thanks for taking a look!

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Synopsis:

He fought in a war. He loved a woman. He fathered a son. Then he sought the happiness he believed was a birthright. But the horrors of Vietnam and a life of discontent leave a scar that transforms him into a loner in an unforgiving land. When a natural evil, a return from the past, and an unexpected arrival clash in the Wisconsin northwoods, a new path is set before him. It is then he is given one last chance for absolution. CONSIDER THE NIGHT is an unforgettable story of family, friendship and the redemptive power of forgiveness.

Chapter One

Once a month he meticulously cleaned the barrel of the rifle until his image reflected on the metal. His face was distorted and almost unworldly, but it was then he knew the job was done correctly. Cradling the implement, he ran his left hand down the barrel until his tarnished wedding band hit the wooden stock. Then with his right hand he picked up a single bullet, opened the bolt, and locked it in the chamber. After a long pause, he pivoted the gun and looked down the gullet of the barrel. The smell of gunpowder formed an irresistible attraction and he closed his eyes to take in the scent. His cheeks tightened as unforgiving memories arose. Then he put the end of the barrel in his mouth and tasted the cold metal with his tongue and the roof of his mouth. The acrid, smoky taste overwhelmed him and he dizzied as it soaked into his taste buds. His index finger trembled on the trigger and he remembered a story about some sorry asshole that blew the back of his brains out but ended up a vegetable instead of dead. He wouldn’t make the same mistake. His breathing echoed in the hollow of the gun and he was forced to make a choice. Squeezing his eyes tighter, the final decision rose from a dark place he had visited before. He agonized until his twitching finger drifted from the trigger. When he set the gun in his lap, it was all he could do to breathe.

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