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(Book #1 in the DAWN series)
#greekmythology
The Red Dawn has come.
Death is upon us...
Or rather upon small-town girl, Aurora Venerelli and when we say 'upon', we mean right on top of her.
T...
The musty smell of dusty paper filled my nose; "Samaria... That's a beautiful name. What does it mean?"
I waited for her reply.
She was quiet.
Perhaps she got sidetracked...
"Samaria?"
I turned around, my eyes still glued to the folder in my hands. I heard a panicky mumbling noise and my eyes shot up.
Samaria was being held by something that I could only describe as a walking corpse.
A shot of panic swept through me as I caught the sight of a sharp blade at the base of her throat; her mouth was covered by a withering, gray hand.
I dropped the file.
"Finis venit."
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Pomegranate Pips (Part 2)
The corpse's voice was rough, like sandpaper- I shivered and moved slowly to the side- careful not to make any sudden movements.
'The end has come.'
It was Latin.
Well, that's not what you want to hear on a sunny Wednesday morning...
I moved with caution as a pair of dead-like glowing eyes followed my every twitch. Samaria's wide and scared eyes followed my steps. She didn't bother to struggle- the blade was already delicately slicing at her throat.
"Let her go." I said as I lifted my hands to indicate to the thing that I wasn't armed.
"Tempus fugit memento mori."
I exhaled a shaky breath.
Remember that you must die...
"Let her go, and I'll come willingly."
The dark figure made a frightening screeching sound; those dead eyes full of precision.
