From the Author
- Angels and Demons
- Family Survival
- Weather Disaster
- Suspense, horror, thriller
From the Inside Flap
Leaping, kicking out his legs, he hurtled the side of the car, landed on the trunk, cloak tearing out of the hands of an unseen enemy. He still held Katie. He scrambled onto the hood as one of the cloaked attackers crawled onto the trunk. The rest of his adversaries slammed into the car, pushing, shoving, rocking.
Unsteady, Landon took two steps and lunged from this car to the next. He hit the hood of this second vehicle with a thunk. Leveraging his momentum, he hopped from one hood to another. Thunk-thunk-thunk.
Behind him the jumbled hiss and snarl of his enemies, below him the dull drumbeat of his bare feet striking each vehicle, and before him - two car hoods away - a school bus reclined like the monstrous shell of a prehistoric beetle.
Springing, Landon crossed the empty chasm between two vehicles. As the wash of headlights glistened over the beetle shell, he caught the reflection of a flying demon in one of the bus windows.
At first small, the image of the demon swelled larger and larger, until it engulfed the entire surface of the window.
Throwing himself and Katie down on the hood, he flattened their bodies against the cold skin of the car. He felt a wintry swoosh of air a moment before the demon, unable to stop, shattered through the bus window.
Not wasting the opportunity, Landon rose to his feet, lifting Katie with him. Once erect, Landon slung Katie on top of the bus and clambered up beside her. He followed the familiar bellow of the truck engine to the opposite edge of the bus and, as expected, the Ford was just then rounding the large vehicle, heading back towards the woods.
This may be his only chance.
Scurrying back across the hood of the bus, Landon scooped up his daughter and gripped her tight. Although he had no idea of whether she could hear him or not, although he had no idea of whether he even believed himself, he whispered urgently in her ear: "I'm going to save you."
Spine a tense rod of anxiety, face lathered with sweat, he stepped once again to the edge of the bus. As the Ford passed below, as demons screeched in the sky, Landon leapt into the air, aiming for the back of the dragon.