Wicked Game
Chapter One
I feel it ... that change in the atmosphere, subtle
but strong, like the slight tremor of a gentle earthquake
with its aftershocks. I know what it means.
I knew it would happen.
Was waiting.
Flinging off the covers of the old bed, I listen to the
howl of the wind as it rushes from the west, driving inland,
churning up the water. I don't bother with clothes
as I open the door from the old keeper's quarters that
lead into the lighthouse itself. Quickly I take the circular
stairs, running up their rusted steps, ignoring the
metal as it groans against my weight.
Faster! Faster!
My heart is pumping and all the restlessness I've tried
to contain, the impulses I've kept at bay, are now set free.
The stairs curl more tightly as I ascend to the landing
where the once-vibrant beacon lies dormant, its huge
lens giving off no illumination, warning no sailors of
the impending shoals.
I fling the door open and step onto the weathered
grating. Rain spits from clouds roiling in the heavens,
wind tears at my hair, and the ni ... read full excerpt from: Wicked Game ebook
