The Rising Tide Shaara Novels & Stories

The tune of a song echoed in her head, and she sang it softly, her eyes closed as she relaxed against the soft, speckled bark. Go no more a-rushing, maids in May, go no more a-rushing, maids, I pray, go no more a-rushing, or you'll fall a-blushing . . . Until everything became quiet around her, and instinct told her that she was soon no longer alone. Pausing, Torcia lifted her lashes and jumped when she saw a dark figure standing right beside her, "My God." She stumbled backwards, and a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders, steadying her. Stumbling in surprise, Torcia smashed into her captor in an attempt to regain her freedom.

"Something is happening." "What is going on?" Clayton asked. "Why did the sun disappear?" "Lippy, I can feel him," Scylla whispers, knowing what she means. "Feel who?" Malik asked her as she embraced him, frightened by the sinister presence. "He's here," I said firmly, walking out of the office as I stepped out of the house to find a dark shadowing hooded figure floating before me. This thing reminded me of that dream. Only one person can dress so creepy and make a grand entrance with his non-paid visual effects to make him look menacing.