Book Review
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Apocalypse Rising
Eric Swett
Eric Swett
Genre:
Urban Fantasy
Publisher:
Haileybug Publishing
ISBN:
1477524533
Smashwords: 9781476457451
ASIN: B0085HB9C8
Number
of pages: 178
Word
Count: 58,042
Cover
Artist: Jan Marie Parupia
Blurb
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Long
ago, an Angel surrendered his memories and his power when he left Heaven
behind, so that he could make a difference in the real world. A couple thousand
years walking amongst the teaming masses of humanity has left him
disillusioned, but he refuses to give up. He spends his time with the forgotten
souls of an urban slum, making a difference wherever he can.When Justin witnesses the brutal murder of a woman at the hands of a ruthless business tycoon, he must run before his eternal life is cut short. Justin must swallow his pride in order to save himself, and the one friend he has left. The journey back to the fold is filled with danger and discovery as he finds himself in a race towards the end of the world.
About the
Author:
Eric
Swett started writing a story at 100 words a day in the spring of 2011 as an
exercise while he worked on his novel. One year later and that exercise turned
into his first novel, "Apocalypse Rising."He is the husband of Tracy and the father of Zachary and Connor. He works in the IT industry and is a recent transplant to North Carolina. He loves all things science fiction and fantasy and openly claims the title of geek.
Contacts:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ericswett
Goodreads:
http://www.goodreads.com/EricSwett
Blog: Http://mywriterscramp.com
Excerpt:
“What
the hell…”
“Shut
up! They’re already here,” I whisper as I clamp my hand over her mouth. “Damn
it! I thought we’d have more time.” I look around, hoping to find something
that might help out, but sometimes an alley is just an alley and it is filled
with nothing but other people’s refuse. I pull my hand from Lilly’s mouth. “Get
on my back. We need to get out of here.” I turn around and she climbs on board.
‘Thank God she’s small,’ I think to myself as we jog into the darkness away
from my escape plan.
I
turn the corner into another alley and hear two gunshots behind us. They are
muffled, probably from within my apartment. Whoever had gone to find me had not
been to my room before or they would not have shot the full-length mirror that
hung on the wall opposite of my door. More than one visitor has been startled
by seeing themselves upon entering. It does not surprise me that some thug
would squeeze off a couple rounds after breaking down my door. It will not take
long to figure out I am not there. They will start asking my neighbors and
Charlene will tell them we were on the bus.
I
would like to say that I have a backup plan, but my escape plan is my back up
plan. I need some time to figure out what to do next. It takes time to stop and
I know that they are too close and stopping means dying. My mind races for
somewhere to go, someplace that Albert will not think of. I have been a local
fixture for too long. Albert knows where to find me and probably knows where to
find Lilly too. The only place we can go is nowhere we have been.
Downtown
is the only place I can think of where we will not be found right away, but
downtown is pretty far for us to walk and we have no other means of getting
there. I could steal a car, but I do not want the police involved. Albert owns
most of the local cops and most of the downtown ones as well. You do not get to
be a big time player like him if you do not have the law on your side. It is
times like this when I wish I could call for help.
Lilly’s
muffled crying against my shoulder makes up my mind for me. If I am going to
save us, I have to go back to my old life. It has been a long time since I
left, but some lessons learned long ago become more instinct than memory. I
know I am not as good as I once was, but the real question is whether I am good
enough for right now. I have a few tricks up my sleeve, but we have to get
downtown to stand a chance.
I
say a little prayer as I run through the alley and take it as a good sign that
my prayers are answered as we leave the alley. Sitting there on the little side
street is a taxi with its “available” light lit. It is against all odds, but
that is the beautiful thing about prayer. I walk over to the passenger side and
knock on the window.
“Jesus!”
The cabbie would have jumped out of his chair if not for the seat belt strapped
across his lap.
“No,
Justin, but I appreciate the compliment. Now can we get a ride?”
“You
got money?” he asks.
“No,
but wouldn’t you like to do something nice today and take us to downtown?” I am
straining, trying to eke out as much goodwill and good fortune as I can.
It has been a long time since I have tried to
bring forth the power and I have to throw all of my concentration behind it to
get the trickle I am starting to feel.
“Ha!
You’re a funny guy you know that? Ha!” The man in the cab pulls out a cigarette
and lights up. He looks at me over his thick fingers as he delicately holds the
cigarette to his lips. “What’s wrong with the girl?”
“She
had a bit too much to drink and I need to get her home.” I keep my eyes locked
on his while I feed the flow. I push at his heart and soul, trying to get him
to let me in, but I am too weak, too out of practice.
“You
two don’t look old enough to be drinking,” he says after taking a long drag.
His smoke stained fingers grip the filter tightly. “In fact, you don’t look
like you’ve been drinking at all.” He eyes me suspiciously.
“I
wasn’t. I was just along for the ride. Before I knew it she was falling all
over the place and I thought I had better get her out of there.” Suddenly I can
feel it, the crack I am looking for. I push my will into the crack, feeding as
much positive energy into it as I can muster.
There
is a change in the cab driver. It is almost imperceptible, not much more than a
twinkle in the man's eyes, but it is there. “Look kid, I can’t take you all the
way downtown, at least not for free, but I can take you about half way okay?”
“Bless
you...”
“Carl.”
“Bless
you Carl.” I open the door, put Lilly in and climb in beside her.
“All
right, let’s get going,” Carl says as he turns the car on and quietly drives
off. I feel something pull at my consciousness so I look over my shoulder in
time to see three men walk out of the alley. It may be my imagination or the
exhaustion from reaching out to Carl, but I see a glint of red through the
darkness. It is the light in Carl’s eyes in reverse, only it comes from the men
behind us. What have I gotten myself into?
Book Review:
I wish I could write 100 words a day
and have such a great book at the end of a year. Wow. I
am totally impressed with this author. I
love the disillusioned angel looking to return to his power to save his friend
and finding out that things may not be what he thought they were. The word pictures are wonderful and my mind
enjoyed the movie as I read.
I give this book 4 out of 5 clouds.
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