Fiction-Science Fiction/Adventure
Whimsical Publications,
LLC/paperback, 288 pages
August 2007
$13.95
ISBN-13: 978-0-9787738-2-3
A Journey of Twins Novel, Book Two
Whimsical Publications,
LLC/paperback, 288 pages
August 2007
$13.95
ISBN-13: 978-0-9787738-2-3
A Journey of Twins Novel, Book Two
Five years have passed since the defeat of the Boss. For Shyanne and Joseph, it meant settling down and raising a
family. For Drayco, it meant searching for the one who escaped during their last encounter…the mercenary named
Ruben.
For the first time since the virus, peace fills Shyanne’s life. Now that peace is shattered. Ruben has returned and he
has taken the one thing dearest to her heart…her son.
Once again, Joseph, Drizzle, and the twins embark on a mission filled with battles and hardships. Only this time the
stakes are far greater. This time they hope to find Joey before his young life is ended forever.
family. For Drayco, it meant searching for the one who escaped during their last encounter…the mercenary named
Ruben.
For the first time since the virus, peace fills Shyanne’s life. Now that peace is shattered. Ruben has returned and he
has taken the one thing dearest to her heart…her son.
Once again, Joseph, Drizzle, and the twins embark on a mission filled with battles and hardships. Only this time the
stakes are far greater. This time they hope to find Joey before his young life is ended forever.
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Red eyes appeared in the growing darkness. It looked as if thousands of them were watching them.
“What are they?” Joseph whispered.
Instead of answering, Drizzle crouched down and an angry rumble emitted from his throat. He but did not stay there
long.
Leaping to his feet, he yelled, “RUN!”
Joseph watched as the leaves shook and little shapes dropped from the trees so fast he was not able to see what kind
of creature they were. He did not have to though; Drizzles response was enough for him. He turned and ran as fast as
he could, trying to stay ahead of what ever followed them.
Drizzle looked over his shoulder to make sure Joseph followed. He was, but the movement in the grass behind him was
catching up fast. Too fast. He knew the man was not going to make it unless he helped. The cat spun around and
started back.
As he passed the fleeing man, he yelled, “Keep going, I heard the sound of running water ahead. It will slow these
creatures down long enough for you to get away.”
Joseph hesitated. He was not going to leave the cat alone. His stride became shorter and he would have stopped. A
yell from Drizzle made him speed up again.
“You stupid fool! Do you want to see your son again? Get moving—NOW!”
Joseph increased his stride to a full out run. The fear in Drizzles voice told him that whatever was behind them scared
even something as strong as the cat.
The silence of the creatures was unnerving. Of all the animals he encountered in his travels since the death of his town
and his mother, none was like this. All had made some kind of noise to drive paralyzing fear into their prey. He hoped
Drizzle knew what he was doing.
A high-pitched squeal sounded, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to rise. It was followed by a high-pitched yowl
from Drizzle. The sounds continued back and forth until a sudden fury of noise arose. Joseph pulled up sharply, turning
around to see what was happening. He could not see a thing; it was too dark. The sounds stopped abruptly. Several
pairs of red eyes appeared in the distance. The fear caused by those eyes returned full force. He started running
again.
The stream, or what appeared instead to be a river, came into view. It was wide and he could not see the other side.
Joseph hoped it was not too deep or strong because he was exhausted after his sprint across the field. He knew he
would have a hard time with the current if it were.
Joseph stopped at the bank to recover some of his wind and faced inland to look for Drizzle. The cat was nowhere in
sight. The red eyes of the mysterious creatures were closing the gap between him quickly. He was turning around to
jump into the river when a solid object hit him square in the chest, knocking him backwards into the water.
Claws sank into his shirt, dragging him under. He fought to get free from whatever clung to him. Water ran into his
nose. He started to panic. He needed air. What little air he was able to take in before going under was all but used up
with his struggles.
The weight on his chest kept the much needed air out of reach. The weight of the sword on his back did not help
matters either.
The river’s undercurrent grabbed him, taking him further offshore into deeper waters. His feet were no longer able to
touch the bottom. All sense of reason disappeared. He tried to knock loose whatever had ahold of him so he could
surface before the enveloping blackness swallowed him completely.
In what felt like hours, but was only a couple of minutes, Joseph felt a tugging on the front of his shirt. His face broke
the surface and the wonderful stuff his lungs screamed for was there.
Air—beautiful air.
Joseph breathed the sweet fresh air in deep and started coughing. The water that had run into his nose was now
exiting, abruptly. He felt something move next to him and clung to it like a life raft while he vomited.
“I told you to run, not stop and gawk.”
“What are they?” Joseph whispered.
Instead of answering, Drizzle crouched down and an angry rumble emitted from his throat. He but did not stay there
long.
Leaping to his feet, he yelled, “RUN!”
Joseph watched as the leaves shook and little shapes dropped from the trees so fast he was not able to see what kind
of creature they were. He did not have to though; Drizzles response was enough for him. He turned and ran as fast as
he could, trying to stay ahead of what ever followed them.
Drizzle looked over his shoulder to make sure Joseph followed. He was, but the movement in the grass behind him was
catching up fast. Too fast. He knew the man was not going to make it unless he helped. The cat spun around and
started back.
As he passed the fleeing man, he yelled, “Keep going, I heard the sound of running water ahead. It will slow these
creatures down long enough for you to get away.”
Joseph hesitated. He was not going to leave the cat alone. His stride became shorter and he would have stopped. A
yell from Drizzle made him speed up again.
“You stupid fool! Do you want to see your son again? Get moving—NOW!”
Joseph increased his stride to a full out run. The fear in Drizzles voice told him that whatever was behind them scared
even something as strong as the cat.
The silence of the creatures was unnerving. Of all the animals he encountered in his travels since the death of his town
and his mother, none was like this. All had made some kind of noise to drive paralyzing fear into their prey. He hoped
Drizzle knew what he was doing.
A high-pitched squeal sounded, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to rise. It was followed by a high-pitched yowl
from Drizzle. The sounds continued back and forth until a sudden fury of noise arose. Joseph pulled up sharply, turning
around to see what was happening. He could not see a thing; it was too dark. The sounds stopped abruptly. Several
pairs of red eyes appeared in the distance. The fear caused by those eyes returned full force. He started running
again.
The stream, or what appeared instead to be a river, came into view. It was wide and he could not see the other side.
Joseph hoped it was not too deep or strong because he was exhausted after his sprint across the field. He knew he
would have a hard time with the current if it were.
Joseph stopped at the bank to recover some of his wind and faced inland to look for Drizzle. The cat was nowhere in
sight. The red eyes of the mysterious creatures were closing the gap between him quickly. He was turning around to
jump into the river when a solid object hit him square in the chest, knocking him backwards into the water.
Claws sank into his shirt, dragging him under. He fought to get free from whatever clung to him. Water ran into his
nose. He started to panic. He needed air. What little air he was able to take in before going under was all but used up
with his struggles.
The weight on his chest kept the much needed air out of reach. The weight of the sword on his back did not help
matters either.
The river’s undercurrent grabbed him, taking him further offshore into deeper waters. His feet were no longer able to
touch the bottom. All sense of reason disappeared. He tried to knock loose whatever had ahold of him so he could
surface before the enveloping blackness swallowed him completely.
In what felt like hours, but was only a couple of minutes, Joseph felt a tugging on the front of his shirt. His face broke
the surface and the wonderful stuff his lungs screamed for was there.
Air—beautiful air.
Joseph breathed the sweet fresh air in deep and started coughing. The water that had run into his nose was now
exiting, abruptly. He felt something move next to him and clung to it like a life raft while he vomited.
“I told you to run, not stop and gawk.”
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