The Freedman and the Pharoah’s Staff
by Lane
Heymont
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BLURB:
Jeb,
a former slave, rescues his brother-in-law Crispus from the Ku Klux Klan, only
to be drawn into a world of Creole Voodoo, racism, time travel, and redemption.
Verdiss,
the leader of the Ku Klux Klan, has gained possession of the Pharaoh's Staff, a
magical artifact from ancient Egypt, and concocted a diabolical plan far more
insidious than himself.
In
the end, Jeb and Crispus must stop an entire people from eradication and each
find redemption for his own past sins.
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EXCERPT:
Small rib
bones clattered on the wooden table, where several black and red candles
burned, their flames dancing like a company of elegant danseuses. There was a
sense of power in the air. The old conjure-woman felt its prick at the back of
her throat as she studied the animal bones. La’Rita was a Haitian woman with a
cape of dreadlocks. She would have been beautiful were it not for the boils
covering her face—and that her eyes were devoid of any color. La’Rita leaned
over the table, shifting her weight in the chair. Shelves and desks filled with
jars of grotesque, rotten items surrounded her. Foul-smelling roots and herbs
filled some. Rancid liquids filled others to preserve the dead animals they
held. Leather-bound books occupied some of the shelves, many etched with
strange, archaic symbols.
“Ah, yes,”
La’Rita whispered as she looked deeper into the bones. Images danced and twirled
across the table, outlined by the dim candlelight. Her empty eyes poured over
the phantasms, one by one. Stiff metal birds soared through the open sky,
dropping massive pipes. La’Rita shuddered, feeling a sinister force was
responsible for the contraptions. The form of an ancient staff passed through
her vision. It held within it a great power. Metal boxes on wheels and metallic
belts rolled across broken and burning landscapes, fire bursting from their
elongated snouts.
Her body
shook, spasms rushing up from her feet.
Apparitions
whirled around La’Rita, changing, appearing, and dissipating into air. The
tremors grew. La’Rita’s entire body shook. She struggled to stay in her chair.
A grizzled
man wisped by her eyes. Then the fit ceased. He’d gone by fast enough that
La’Rita hadn’t a chance to notice his features. Only his dark skin. She
squinted her eyes, spotting the faintest aura in the air. A man with a fine
mustache. La’Rita’s head throbbed as if a miner were taking a pick to it. The
room shook. Was it her moving or the room?
Her gaze met
the phantasmal man’s wretched eyes. The ghostly image made La’Rita sick to her
stomach. Utter evil oozed out of this simple-looking man. Too much to bear. Her
eyes rolled back. Darkness descended.
.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Lane earned a
BA in Liberal Arts with a focus on literature and history. He also holds a
double minor in psychology and business. He is a literary assistant with The
Seymour Agency, and also has several short stories. He is a member of the
Horror Writers Association, Historical Novel Society, and International
Thriller Writers.
Links:
Website
(www.laneheymont.com)
Twitter:
@LaneHeymont ( https://twitter.com/LaneHeymont )
Facebook:
www.Facebook/Lheymont
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Freedman-Pharaohs-Staff-ebook/dp/B00BH4RDX0
B&N:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-freedman-and-the-pharaohs-staff-lane-heymont/1114586485?ean=9781620061626
Sunbury Press,
Inc.:
http://www.sunburypressstore.com/The-Freedman-and-the-Pharaohs-Staff-9781620061626.htm
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