Author Talk | J.S. Davidson ‘Hunted’ & ‘Tethered’
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J.S. Davidson
Hunted: The Aztec Saga
If one should fall, they each will fade…
Tethered: The Aztec Saga
Darkness will come, no one will evade…
I don’t know how long I have been in this room. It feels like a century has slipped by, but my reflection in the metallic door suggest it has been merely weeks.
Screams of torment agonise in my mind as I stare at the task before me – an impossible task with only one outcome – death. If Death would come to me and carry me from this torturous place, I would welcome him with open arms
He will not come for me, he will come for another, another whose passing will cause my heart to break even further.
There was once a time I didn’t believe in the supernatural. I dismissed the strange book that came into my life as nothing but junk, and I considered the warnings that followed to be nothing but folklore. How could I have been so foolish to believe the eyes that peered into my mind were innocuous?
Now, as I sit in my concrete cell with three boxes filled with unnerving contents, I can think of nothing else but the fortune teller’s warning, he will hunt you, he will find you, he will claim you as his own. And, you will love him until you draw your final breath.
I pray to God – any God who may be listening – to give me strength and the power to fight. I know what lays before me, and I know it’s going to take ounce of strength I have.
Time no longer has any meaning. Months may have passed since I awoke in this cell, or perhaps only mere hours have slipped by.
Turning my head, I look away from the boxes upon the table. I cannot look at them. I cannot think of their contents.
The key sits in the middle of the floor, each time my eyes move past it I am reminded of an escape within my reach, but an escape I can never take.
Picking the blank notepad up, I poise my pen and begin to write. I begin to fill the pad with my memories of sailing the River of Tomorrow, and the Hanging Ones.
With every passing minute, the hope I hold for someone to come fades further into the internal abyss of emptiness growing in my soul…
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