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OK, it’ been great getting to know Barbara and reading those bone crunching excerpts…We’ll leave you with this one!
Eamon braced his feet on the floor and lifted his arms. He focused on the swirling coil of power leashed at the base of his spine. It flowed up his spinal cord like a thick black rope, split at his neck and flowed down his arms into his hands. A nimbus of red/black light outlined him from head to toe. The glow cast shadows around him.
He cast the gathered energy against the closed door.
The blue haze of the shield darkened and pulsed. Energy swelled and reached for him.
No …..
The silent scream echoed in an endless tunnel in his mind along with the acid blue flames that coursed over his skin. All the years of his life spiraled away into a deadly vortex.
Lashed by blue bolts of pure force, every muscle in his body strained into hard, twisted ropes of tension. Sweat boiled out of his pores.
Eamon fisted his hands, focused his will and slammed shut the conduit he’d opened to his lifeforce. The blue shield flowed backwards and settled around the apartment again.
He fell to his hands and knees. Air rattled in and out of his lungs in hoarse, sucking gasps. The entire incident took only a scant second, but his bruised and battered body felt like he’d just run twenty miles through boiling lava.
Eamon sat back on his heels and looked at his hands. The skin was dried out and wrinkled, barely clinging to his bones. Dark age spots dotted the flesh. He opened his coat. His chest was sunken. His pants and shirt hung from his emaciated frame like they were two sizes too big.
Eamon pushed himself to a standing position and staggered down the hallway to the stairs. He must escape. Now. The energy shunt built into that shield had turned him into an old man, a fragile apparition of his true self.
He raised his arms and shook his fists at the ceiling. The bitch would pay for this.
He lowered his hands. Wait. He must not let anger overwhelm years of cautious success and cause him to make a stupid move. Later, after he’d regrouped, after he’d drained a few more unwary victims, he’d return and take his chosen prey.
In the meantime, now that he knew how strong this healer was, he wanted her more than ever. He smiled with greedy anticipation at the thought of feasting upon her fear and draining every scrap of her potent lifeforce while he whipped the flesh inch by inch from her screaming body.
copyrighted text from Barbara Karmazin’s Night Moves.
I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. If you haven’t picked up one of Barbara’s books, what may I ask are you waiting for?
Get ‘em before I review the next two, Huntress and Girls Just Want to Have Fun!
