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One act of violence is not enough to fulfill Xaphan's plans. One near escape does not justify Winter's growing gift. There is more. She can feel it. The warnings swell within her. He's searching for someone. A person of promise...a person of prophecy. And Winter must find her first.
Spiritual Thriller, Christian Horror, Gothic Thriller, Paranormal. Written with a Christian world-view. Traditionally published.
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This is the 2nd book in the Winter series. The series begins with Winter. You'll want to read that one first! Just search "Winter by Keven Newsome" in the Amazon search bar.From the Inside Flap:
EXCERPT "One," Gains whispered. Inhale. Exhale. The muzzle of his Glock glinted six inches from his face. A bead of sweat dropped into his eye. He blinked it away, watching the wall opposite him as bullets from the intersecting corridor pelted the surface.
"Two." Inhale. Exhale. The drone of the alarm blaring from every school speaker compressed his eardrums, almost as much as the concussion of the offending gun. He turned his head to the right and made eye contact with his partner, Agent Stevens. Gains flicked two fingers. His gray-haired partner nodded.
"Three." Gains took two giant steps into the center of the hall, turned and extended his gun back to the corner where he had been standing.
Inch. He moved a little, revealing more of the hall beyond.
Inch. Gunfire. A bullet struck the fully exposed wall next to him...only feet away.
Inch. A little more.
Gunfire. Another bullet.
Inch. The alarm. The sweat.
A man in a silver and black mask crouched near the exit. Gains sighted him down.
The wall exploded inches from Gains's face. He flinched. Squeezed. The shot went wild.
On his knees, Stevens thrust his gun around the corner. He sent several blind shots down the corridor, as Gains tried to line the masked man up again. The man slid around into an adjacent hall before Gains could discharge another round.
He ground his teeth. "Let's go."
Gun still extended, he rushed down the hall. He leaned his back to the wall opposite the connecting hall, just out of line of sight. Stevens did the same on the opposite side, repeating the same thing they had just done. Training. Stick to the training. Gains began inching around, watching his sights for the man in the mask.
Before he could maneuver far enough to see the end of the corridor, something rolled into view. Something round and black.
Gains's heart clenched. "Down!"
He dove away, scrambling back the way he had come. His partner hustled at his side.
Fire and thunder consumed the hall around the corner where they had been. Mortar and debris flew through the air. The lights flickered overhead and ceiling tile fell. The shockwave compressed his head for only a moment before relenting back to the drone of the bell tone and the pattering of debris.
Gains looked back at the cloud of dust, no longer able to see the joining corridor.
Something slammed. A door.
"Come on!" Gains shouted. "He's getting away."
With gun at the ready, Gains plunged through the debris and dust. Stevens followed close behind and two steps to the side. The debris cleared midway down the hall, and they sprinted to the end where steel double doors waited. Gains leaned against the wall near one door. Stevens on the other side. They paused. Gains tilted his head closer to the door. Listening.
Scuffling and shouts echoed through the door. Gunshot.
Gains leaned against the push bar and swung out his gun as the door opened. Bullets spattered the building and the door. Gains dropped to his knees. The man in the mask fled, firing blindly behind him. Gains steeled himself and lined him up, ignoring the random gunfire. And squeezed.
The man collapsed.
Gains leaped up, Glock stretched out, and ran toward the fallen monster.
An arm moved.
Gains jumped to the ground and rolled, keeping his eyes on the target. The man stood to run again. Gains rose to one knee. Easy kill.
He pushed away his partner's voice and took a deep breath. His finger twitched against the trigger.
The urgency in his partner's voice made him turn his head as his gun remained stationary. Stevens knelt next to a man lying face down.
"Bevaldi," said Stevens.
Gains swore and turned back to the man in the mask. Gone.
"He's still alive, Markus."
Gains went to his partner's side. Bevaldi's back was saturated with blood. "Stay with him," Gains said.
Sirens wailed in the distance. Lots of sirens.
"Where are you going?" asked Stevens.
"To finish this." Gains lifted the Glock to his shoulder and ran forward.
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