Thanks for visiting and looking for an excerpt on Whiskey’s book! This book is currently a work in progress and I’m not 100% ready to show a full excerpt, BUT that doesn’t mean I can’t share with you the snippet I sent to my team to give them a glimpse into Whiskey’s background and power potential. Naturally, their reactions after reading it were “OMG! I want this book now! Why isn’t it written yet?” Hopefully, your response will be the same.
And now I’m back off to the writing cave to get back to work. Enjoy!
Someone was in pain. A lot of pain.
Carter Williams lurched forward and grabbed the back of his mom’s seat. “Dad, stop the car.”
“Carter, honey, it’s the middle of the night and—”
“Dad, please,” Carter begged, cutting off his mother.
Chandler Williams glanced over his shoulder at him. “Where’s it coming from, son?”
Carter pointed to his left. “That house.”
His mother gasped. “Chandler, no.”
His father slowed the car and started to pull over to the curb. “He has the gift, Hannah. He either learns how to control with our help or on his own.”
“A gift, yes, but he’s only eight. That is too much and even he can’t do the impossible.”
The car rocked to a stop and Carter ignored his parents’ muttered arguing. He slid across the backseat and opened the door. It was hot and dark, but all around the little square house he saws colors and patterns. Dark and bright. Reds and blues. But so much pain. It called to him and something inside him knew he could fix it. He could untangle the wires and set it right.
Carter crossed the street and started to lift a foot to set foot on the front side walk, but stopped. Magical colors laced overtop one another with a woven pattern that snaked its way up to the front door.
His father stopped beside him. “Tell me what you see.”
“It looks like a net. With gold and silver in black string.”
His father crouched down beside him. “Do you hear it talking to you?”
Carter scrunched up his face and stared down at the pulsing string. “No, I… wait. Yeah. I hear it.” He lifted his face and looked at his father. “It sounds like you. And Mom.”
His father gave him a sad smile. “Because we put it there.” His father took a deep breath and lifted his arm to point at the house. “Inside there is an old friend of the family. He’s been through a lot. Both your mother and I have done everything we can to help him.”
Carter watched the see-through dark strings fluttering up from the house then slamming back down onto the roof, then shooting straight back out. “Not everything. There are still pieces of him trying to get back in. He’s in a lot of pain. It’s not the kind of pain that Mom being a doctor can fix. It’s not his body. It’s the other part.”
His mother knelt down next to him. “Describe the other part.”
Carter let his eyes follow the moving strings and his fingers twitched with the urge to wrap his fingers around it. “It’s blue and red. Little pieces.”
“Ohmigod, Chandler, he can see it in color. Do you know what this means?”
Carter didn’t wait for his father to answer. Instead he lifted his hand palm out. “Yeah, I gotta untangle the mess. Some of those things don’t belong there.” He wiggled his fingers to wave the threads toward him.
Suddenly the threads stopped trying to slam back into the house, then dashed across the yard and into his palm.
His mother fell back on her butt. “Did you see that?”
“I sure did.” His father sounded pleased. “I told you, Hannah. He has the gift.” His father cleared his throat. “Son, what you just did was real good, but it won’t help my friend unless you can untangle it.”
Carter looked at the mess of blue and red thread in his right hand. He could feel the thread. It had a life and a voice of its own. The two didn’t want to be together, but they didn’t know which way to go. It was obvious of course which way they needed to go. Blue on one side and red on the other. So he lifted his land hand and held out his palm. “Red. Blue. Go.”
The tangled mess burst apart and sorted itself into two puff balls. The blue ball resettled in his left hand and red in his right.
Carter looked up at his dad. “Like that?”
Tears were in his father’s eyes. He swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, son. Exactly like that.”
“Cool. Can I go give these to the guy inside now? Because these need to go back inside him to make the other thing inside him go away.”
“What thing inside him?” his mother asked, concerned.
Carter looked at his mother. “The other souls inside him that he drank when he became a vampire. Blue here is his best friend, Eddie, who’s been trying to get to him to make the other souls go away. And Red here is his mama, Eloise, who has been trying real hard to keep him from doing what the bad voice in his head is telling him to do.”
The front door to the house yanked open and a tall man stepped out on to the porch. “The boy speaks the truth. Well, some of it anyway.”
His father rose and stepped in front of Carter. “Rand, we didn’t mean to bother you.”
The man named Rand stepped down his front steps and walked towards them. “Don’t worry, Hannah. I’ve fed already and, even if I hadn’t, I don’t do children.” A pause. “Not even special ones like him.”
“Rand, I… this is our son, Carter,” his mother said.
The man nodded, then stopped a foot away from his father. He leaned to the side to look at Carter. “Do you hear the bad voice inside my head and what it tells me to do?”
Carter looked at both his parents before he spoke. They nodded giving him permission. Carter looked at the man called Rand. “Yes, sir. He’s telling you to go dig him up and release him. But you can’t do that. Eddie here says if you do then he won’t be born again. And mama Eloise says she will whoop your butt if you do.”
The man went to his knees on the sidewalk so he was on eye level with Carter. “Do they say anything else?”
“No, sir. Buy you do.” Carter pointed at the man’s chest. “There is a gold thread that goes from your heart and goes out that way. It tells me that she was born and when she gets here that she will stop the all the pain, but I can stop some of it for right now.”
The man’s eyes grew wide. “Do it.”
“Wait,” his father said. “Rand, we don’t know if he’s capable of this. He’s never done any of this before.”
“It might make it worse,” his mother said in a hurry.
“No, I won’t,” Carter protested. “He’s dying. If he doesn’t eat what his body is telling him to eat then he’s gonna die.” Carter grabbed his mother’s hand and gripped her tight. “Mom, I can do this! Please. I have to.”
“The boy can’t make it any worse than it already is. And he’s right. The protection spell you put on the house isn’t working like it once did. I have a week, maybe two at best before I’m gone.”
His parents looked at each other. Carter could tell they were talking in their head to each other because he could hear it. Not with his ear, but in his mind he could see the words they spoke like watching a news flash splash across the screen. He rolled his eyes at his mother’s babying words, then looked at the stranger on his knees in front of him.
Carter shut the door to his parents arguing in his mind and narrowed his eyes and focused on the gold thread flowing into the man’s chest. Mister Rand. Can you hear me?
There was a short spurt of shock, but then the man slowly nodded.
Good. My parents don’t know I can do this, so don’t tell them okay. Mom will freak if she knows I’ve been practicing healing people on the inside when she volunteers at the veteran’s hospital. The problem inside you is that every drop of blood you have is attached to someone else. I have to free all those someone else’s and let them go.
Okay, Rand drawled warily in his mind. Don’t do anything that will harm you.
Oh, I won’t. That’s the easy part. I’ve done this before a few times. Just don’t tell my mom. She’ll freak. Again.
“Carter,” his father snapped. “Are you talking to Rand telepathically?”
“Yes.” See, Carter thought. Now they’re both freaking out. But it’s okay. I know what I have to do tonight. Eloise and Eddie, please move out of the way. We have to heal Mister Rand. This will probably hurt. A lot. So take a deep breath and look the other way.
“Look the other—aaargh !” Rand collapsed and hit the ground hard.
Carter focused his attention on the nasty energy inside Rand that was causing his problem. He imagined a fishing hook caught the wiggling wormy energy, then baited it, yanked, and reeled it out. “Gotcha. Dad, need you to do the lightning bolt spell on this.” Carter used his mind to dangle the hooked worm in front of his father. “If you can’t do it, it’s okay. I can. But Mom will probably pass out if I do it and she can’t do that because Mister Rand needs to feed and she’s the only one who can do that.”
“Ohmigod, ohmigod, Chandler!”
His father jumped back and uttered a curse word under his breath, then a spark leapt from his fingertips straight onto the evil worm.
What part of lightning bolt did his father not understand? Carter shook his head, then muttered the lightning bolt spell under his breath. A blue white burst of electrical energy surged from his brain, down his neck, into his arm then shot out of his fingertip and surrounded the darkness on the hook.
The dangled worm evaporated in a puff of black invisible smoke.
Carter flicked his fingers to remove the residual ick. “Dad, you might want to catch Mom. She’s about to have an anxiety attack and pass out.” He turned back to Mister Rand who was staring up at him with pain filled eyes. “I know that hurt a lot, but your sire is gone now. There is a sliver of your own soul still inside of you. It’s attached to the gold thread from the one meant for you. From now on, you need to drink only from women. Tiny baby sips. They have lighter energy than guys do and you don’t need to drink any of the dark stuff for a while. Make sense?”
Rand twitched and seemed to nod.
“Good. Mom’s a little high strung right now, but that’s because her hormones are crazy because she’s got my little sister in her belly. She hasn’t figured it out yet, but that’s okay it’s still early. My little sister’s name is Lanie and she asked if she could help heal you from the inside. You won’t get to keep her. Because you can’t do that anymore. But she wants to play hostess and help lead all the pieces of souls trapped in you out to the light. Which is good since she knows the way and just came from there.” Carter turned to his parents. “Okay, Mom, whenever you’re ready. Mister Rand needs to eat.”
His parents looked at him like he’d just dropped a nuclear bomb on them.
“What,” Carter asked. “Did I do something wrong?”