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It’s Tuesday. So here’s a short extract from The Race. It’s the first book in the series and is FREE on all platforms.
She looked me up and down. Sizing me up, deciding whether or not to kill me right then and there.
“We are warriors,” she said in heavily accented English. I couldn’t place the accent, but she looked Spanish or Portuguese.
“I’m not a warrior. I’m a fucking bartender,” I said, trying not to screech.
“It would seem they disagree,” she said, gesturing towards the cabins above us, and then she was gone, swallowed by the rolling mist that enveloped the ship.
It was the icy breath of an unquiet sea. It matched the fear mounting inside me.
The ship jolted and came to a sudden stop. I slipped, landed hard on my arse. It took a few attempts before I managed to get back onto unsteady feet. My butt ached. One of the guards tried not to laugh. Relief at the thought of his humanity flooded through me; I almost cried. Almost, but not quite. His laughter disappeared as quickly as it had started. He probably realised he wasn’t supposed to be a human being, that he was supposed to be a killing machine. The barrel of his machine gun pointed at me. But I’d gotten a glimpse of his humanity, and that knowledge could come in handy later.
I heard a thump coming from the port side of the ship, followed by women screaming. Running feet approached, fast. Using his machine gun, the guard gestured for me to follow the direction of the screams. My stomach churned and my scalp tingled. Hysteria started to curl itself around my spine, taking a firm grasp.
They herded us down the gangplank. Angry shouts mingled with screams which dwindled down to incessant sobbing.
The mist cleared once we were off the ship.
I found myself standing on a white, sandy beach. If it weren’t for the guards with machine guns and women with swords, it would have been pretty idyllic.
The mist closed around the ship again, making it disappear. Thoughts of the Bermuda triangle and the Island of Doctor Moreau surfaced on my fear fogged mind.
“Get moving,” a voice shouted from the mist.
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