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Of Wolf and Man [MultiFormat]
eBook by Christopher Fulbright
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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description:   Mark Strieber's return to his childhood home finds the legacy of his estranged father haunting him at every turn. Armed only with a note and a strange symbol, he attempts to piece together his father's past, but the people who knew him begin to turn up dead. Meanwhile, Mark's high school friend Eddie Celidus's life is shattered the night he finds his wife brutally murdered in their New York apartment. Desperate to escape accusations and a heavy heart, he returns to Colorado Springs. But what he hoped would be a time of healing becomes a descent into a personal hell. Tying them together is a mysterious woman, ex-lover of Mark's father and former member of his coven. Possessed by an ancient evil bent on propagating the werewolven race, she will stop at nothing to see her diabolical work is done.
eBook Publisher: Lachesis Publishing
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2009
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [241 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [306 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [215 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [809 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [235 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [307 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [259 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [612 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [376 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [197 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [252 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [325 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [352 KB]
Words: 71779
Reading time: 205-287 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-897562-37-6
 
?Christopher Fulbright will sneak up on a lot of readers. His stories are sharp and deadly, like an assassin's blade on a dark night. Keep an eye on him, or you'll be sorry."--Steven E. Wedel, author of CALL TO THE HUNT and MURDERED BY HUMAN WOLVES
He turned on the light.
Eddie stood with his back to the bathroom, as 75 watts of soft white light flooded the hall and overflowed into the living room.
Blood covered the living room floor, stained the Persian rug Francine had bought last Christmas. It pooled on top of the coffee table, was splattered in huge red spots across the white leather couch. Fear settled over him like a cold blanket with the realization that his dream had turned into a nightmare, and he couldn't wake up.
I am awake.
My god.
Death had come for a visit.
Eddie choked as he looked around the room, at the blood, at a turned-over sofa cushion and a spilled glass of soda.
He looked down at the tan carpet beneath his feet. It was wet all right. Dark purple and coagulating.
He followed the river of blood down the hallway to the bathroom. Smeared handprints streaked the walls. He could see the traces of a struggle in the reflection of the vanity mirror. A picture of a single tree in front of a snow-capped San Juan mountain range hung crooked, like a prop in a haunted house.
Eddie couldn't stop himself from pushing the door open wider and stepping in. His face loosened, his knees felt liquefied. He fell to the floor, felt cold wetness seep through the fabric of his slacks, and then he pulled himself up by the counter. His fingers came away slick with blood. There was a shallow pool of scarlet in the bottom of the basin near the drain.
The spigot dripped into the tub half-filled with what looked like plum wine. Francine lay in the bathtub. Her throat was torn open, neck slick with more blood. A split trail of it ran from a cut on her forehead. Her head was kinked to the side, and she looked at the ceiling above him with wide terrified eyes. Her throat was slashed open, her neck slick with more blood. A split trail of it ran from a cut on her forehead. The blood on her neck was dark, and fresh.
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