A Mage. A Monster. A Mission.
And a Melody That Binds
CHAPTER ONE, Chest of Bone
The word “former” sucks. Former friend. Former lover. Former astronaut. Former anything implies that the past was better than the now.
I don’t believe that. All you have is now, and maybe a few tomorrows…if you’re lucky.
Destined for the Feed and Seed, I turned from pondering “big thoughts” and flicked on my audiobook as my Tahoe sped down Route 202 in Midborough. Stark and lonely in its winter cloak, the road was lined with snow-dusted pines, frozen marsh, and the occasional house. As I crested the rise of the small hill, something down below prowled onto the pavement. And sat. In the middle of the road. I pressed the brake on the downslope, slowed the truck.
I squinted into the bright morning sun. What the hell?
A huge black cat sat smack on the double yellow line where the road leveled off. Black cats were bad luck.
And this black cat was the size of a Harley. It was beyond bad luck. It was scary as shit. It also made me question my sanity.