WIP: Chasing Storms
Swallowing the last of her coffee, she looks out the open window towards a massive shape swirling in the distance, moving slowly across the horizon. As the sirens begin to wail, she re-reads the message, its implications making it clear she needs to act quickly.
Salvation’s Curse (The Protector)
Watching the screens on the panel flicker to life, I saw two teams of heavily armed figures burst through both the front and back doors. Finding my father but not us, they began systematically searching the house.
As Dr. Morrisey worked the panel trying to keep up with the assault teams, all I could do was stare at the one screen focused on the room where in the space of an instant, I’d lost everything.
Rising Moon
Shadow Connor, the Huntress series
Book 2
© GL Drummond, 2008-2009
Excerpt:
The phone ringing sort of brought me back to the present. Blinking, I wondered how long I’d been sitting there staring at the wanted poster in front of me without even seeing it. The office door opened, and a familiar, entirely unwelcome scent flowed towards me.
James Wolfe, [...]
Lasting Echoes
Shadow Connor, the Huntress series
Book 0
Lasting Echoes is a collection of short stories covering Shadow’s past.
© GL Drummond, 2008-2009
Excerpt from The Outcast:
Lubbock, Texas 1958
In the lunchroom, I went through the line and paused, surveying the tables for an empty spot. There was one that no one was sitting at the end of, so I walked [...]
After the Fall: Tria’s Tale (excerpt)
In 2078, Earth was invaded. After the Fall tells the stories of that time.
© GL Drummond, 2008-2009
Excerpt:
The Journal of Katria Stevens
I was thirteen the day the world as we knew it ended. The day the aliens invaded.
I suppose I was fortunate, in that both my parents were employed by the government. The public was fed [...]
Whatever Remains (What Now?)
Horace stopped in the doorway, stunned at what he saw: Tom lying beneath one overweight, pissed off, and completely naked Hank Daniels. If it weren’t for the fact that Tom was already dead, the sheer force of the blows he was receiving would’ve been enough to do him in – again.
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