Tagline: Something evil this way comes, unfortunately for it, Peter Saints is waiting.
Seventeen-year-old Peter Saints’ life stinks. But things are about to get much worse. First, his parents are murdered in front of him. Then another victim dies in his arms.
Visions plague Peter with warnings that something wants him for a sinister cause. It desires the one thing that Peter refuses to give – his blood.
On the run with Angel, a scruffy kid, Peter starts to unravel the mystery. It’s the one secret the heavens sought to hide from the world. Unfortunately, when Peter finds the answer he hopes that will save the girl he loves, he opens the door to a great evil that happens to be salivating to meet him.
“I can’t help the dead.” Pastor Finn pushed Peter’s hands away from him. “But I have to help you. Come with me.”
Peter watched him, confused. His teeth clenched at Pastor Finn’s betrayal. “I thought you were different. I have to go back. Bury her, like she deserves.” Peter stumbled backwards.
Pastor Finn’s hand burst forward and grabbed Peter’s shirt at his shoulder. Tightening his fist, he dragged Peter around the side of the building and through the door to the basement. Peter struggled in vain as Pastor Finn’s firm grip didn’t relent, but tugged Peter through the basement past several tall stacks of boxes.
“You have to get out of here. Leave before they find out you are still alive,” Pastor Finn demanded.
Peter shook his head in disbelief of the man’s off-beat ranting. “Who? Who would care if I am dead or alive? I don’t have a family, remember? They died, they all died! Why the hell I didn’t die with them I’ll never know.” He hit downward, breaking Pastor Finn’s hold on him. “Seems to me all I’m good for is causing death.”
Dark blue eyes assessed him, and then Pastor Finn twisted to rummage through a box in front of him. “Your mother saved you. We’d been in contact with your father and knew we had to get you to safety. It was better they thought you were dead. Easier to hide you that way.”
“What are you talking about?” Peter frowned. His hand started to itch and burn even hotter than before. “Ugh! God, this hurts.”
Pastor Finn stopped his rummaging through the box and turned around handing Peter a bag. “What hurts? You got hurt?”
Peter lifted his hand and Pastor Finn held it. “This is it. The sign. It is time.”
Confused, Peter’s eyebrow lifted. “What time? Tell me what is going on? What is it?”
L.M. Preston is an avid reader who loved to create poetry and short-stories as a young girl. With a thirst for knowledge, she became a professor and techie in the Information Technology field for over sixteen years. She started writing science fiction under the encouragement of her husband (who was a sci-fi buff) and her four children. Her first published novel, Explorer X – Alpha, was the beginning of her obsessive desire to write and create stories about young people who overcome unbelievable odds.
Preston is the Vice-President of Mid Atlantic Book Publishers Association, a moderator on YAlitchat, a non-profit organization for Young Adult Authors, and former Co-Chair for Maryland Writer’s Association Conference, 2012. She loves to write while on the porch watching her kids play or when she is traveling, which is another passion that encouraged her writing.
Writing stories for and about kids that overcome the impossible…