Introducing Ethan Moonsong as FURY!
My chest burned with such intensity, I could barely stomach it.
I glanced behind me. He was close. My eyes searched my surroundings. Pitch black and seemingly nowhere else to go. I caught sight of a small alley to my left about half a block ahead. I ducked within it and noticed piles of trash amassed against the edge of the buildings. The smell was atrocious, burning my nose.
I threw her onto the ground and tossed what I could over her.
“Don’t move,” I told her. “Don’t say a word. Don’t breathe.” I peered furiously over my shoulder. “And for the love of God, whatever you do, cover your ears and don’t look.”
Her eyes widened to impossible breadth and she nodded. She obeyed me and faced the wall. I covered her face as best I could and waited.
My chest rose and fell violently. The rapid, thump, thump, thump of my heart drummed frantically in my ears. Strapped to my sides rested two sharp blades I’d brought from home, the ones I’d always hunted with. I carefully unzipped my hoodie, crossed my arms and palmed the knives’ handles.
“Đến đây!” I heard, making my pulse jump. My heart leapt into my throat. I crouched slightly, bent my knees, readying for anything.
The speaker, the man chasing us, rushed around the edge of the building but came to a stop when he caught me standing. He smiled cruelly then spoke to me in Vietnamese, words I didn’t understand and steadily made his way toward me. He stopped short once more. His head tilted to his right slightly. His eyes narrowed.
“You messed up,” he said in English, realizing I didn’t understand him and made his way toward me once more.
I shook my head, my tongue too thick to speak.
He was big for a local. I suppose that’s why they hired him to do what he did but no matter. I was taller and built better. I also had something he didn’t. I was trained to kill. Animals, yes, but to me he was just that. An animal.
My blood boiled in my veins and the anxious adrenaline was replaced with an absolute hatred, a fury so destructive it frightened me. My teeth gritted in my jaw and I reveled in the pressure.
I knew it the instant he’d made the decision, and all the breath I held whooshed from my lungs. A look of determination flitted across his face and I could only smile, content in my malice. This visibly confused him but he charged forward regardless.
Two feet within striking distance, my short blades pealed with a beautiful ring and it brought me such serenity. The gun strapped to his back was useless now and he knew it.
I plunged both blades into his ribs and his mouth opened in shock, his body leaning against mine in support. I held him up with the blades and bent into his ear.
“You messed up,” I said, stealing his words.
Blood curdled from his mouth and I removed my blades as he slid to the ground. I bent and wiped my knives off on his jacket. His mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water but I couldn’t conjure up any compassion for him. Instead, I stood over him and placed my boot over his heaving chest, pressing as much of my weight into him as possible.
“You will burn in fire so scorching you’ll beg for this moment over and over again.”
His last breath struggled from his lungs and his eyes went blank. I replaced my knives and kicked the corpse to the side, covering his body as much as I could with garbage. Hoping the smell would hide him and no one would find him for several days.
I turned back to her, fished her from her hiding place and threw her over my shoulder. “Don’t look,” I ordered and she nodded her head.
I hope you guys enjoyed the small excerpt! Don’t forget to check out my holiday shop below! For a limted time only, you can purchase signed copies of my books as well as purchase the official The Seven Deadly Series T-shirts!
3 thoughts on “FURY 2014, An excerpt and a teaser pic”
I’m so excited about this book! Loved the excerpt
Love the cover. Looking forward to the book!
I love the way you describe things, your books and greed vain, I have loved a lot especially the emotions are very cute beautiful books leaving the end ethan felt that he had lost the sense of his life and know that your sin is fury, I think what makes it harder for spencer, I am Colombian and I love how you write, do not stop, kiss and hugs!