Kenton Verhoeff

Merry Christmas! as a gift to everyone I’m putting the introduction of my book in this post, I hope all of you enjoy it!

Introduction

Screams of terror filled up the space of darkness, rampaging yelps infiltrated our community, and blood curdling chills of death washed over the land of Fessici.

“Mother!” I yield, as she gave her life to protect me. Father shoved me deep into the hollows of the Baker’s Kiln still cold and clean, waiting for the summer harvest.

“Son, you must tell the Elders the Phinisties live!” father whispered as he turned away, enraged to protect me

I shivered against the sod stone as the face of the kiln tumbled down around me. No one could’ve known I’d survived. Dad couldn’t have known the crumbling kiln didn’t suffocate me (and the dust nearly did).

I huddled in the back of the kiln, deep in darkness and safe from the eyes of creatures I hadn’t known existed. I watched in stunned silence as Pharaiah dropped before the kiln, dead on the floor where my bed had been. A man I didn’t know laughed heinously as he watched my father crumple to the cold sod ground. His face was wrinkled and torn, evil beyond description, with a jagged wedge of flesh hanging over his right eye, distorting his nose and cheek.

He looked at me and smiled, blood drunk.

I woke with a panic, as I threw my head forward. Shocked by my dream, I slowly laid back down.