This week’s snippet is from Comes a Horseman. Finished edits, one final read through and I can start on formatting and getting it published!
A siren wailed its warning too late. Air raid.
Something was on fire. He almost hoped for a flame, anything to be rid of the darkness. He hated the dark—it felt too much like the familiar panic and dread of his nightmares.
This wasn’t a dream. This was real.
He wasn’t alone. He almost wished he was.