In the Shadows of the MoonGlade - Softcover

James, Riley St.

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Synopsis

In the Shadows of the MoonGlade is a chilling, dark-fantasy tale embracing reincarnation and the premise of another realm in the afterlife-A plateau of turbulent darkness existing just beyond earthly senses with macabre overtones. With an initial backdrop of luminous Southern California, this paranormal page-turner propels its menagerie of engaging main characters through love, treachery, and cold-blooded fury while they search for the chilling answers to the entangled web of their past that has destined their ghastly present.

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About the Author

Riley, an emerging supernatural/mystery writer from Southern California states, "Perhaps today, in the '90s, there is not a more flourishing cultural phenomenon than the concern with the mystical and spiritual encounters of the supernatural." To further this premise, MoonGlade includes many actual, practiced principles from the paranormal community. From there on, no rules exist, except in the reader's mind. "The afterlife, two dominions? Maybe ... maybe not," Riley concludes.

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The door was halfway open as Fletcher barged into the darkened living room. He shone his powerful flashlight around the rooms seeing they were empty. "Jennifer!" he yelled. "Madame Von Bruen! Where are you? Jennifer!" Hearing nothing, he quickened his pace down the hallway, stopping at the open doorway of the bedroom. He grimaced at the fading but still pervading stench of rotting flowers and smoke. Regaining his composure, he scanned the room with his flashlight, suddenly stopping to focus the wide beam on the lifeless body lying on the bed. Oh God, no! He put his hand on the wall and felt for the light switch, flipping it on. He stepped back in shock as he saw Von Bruen lying there. Her long slender body was still and her head was propped up on a pillow. The drip-pan of the overhead girandole had been bent forward, allowing the molten candle wax to drip onto her narrow, ashen face. Her open, terror-filled eyes peered upward through the thin mounds of solid glistening tallow. Tense, he looked around the room, seeing the small pools of nauseous slime giving off a vile, steamy vapor. He nervously aimed his flashlight into the shadows of the corners, fearful at what else he may discover. Alarmed, he abruptly froze the beam on Jennifer's crumpled chain and crucifix lying on the floor. Stepping around the mire, he picked it up and firmly grasped the silver cross while looking upward with a silent plea.

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