Coming soon!
2026 marks the 10th anniversary of the first An Hour for Magic hitting shelves. It is only fitting that I take the time to finish the 4th chapter in this saga that has been sitting on the back burner for the better part of the last decade. For those familiar with the story and anticipating another round of magic-laden horror, here is a glimpse of a possible cover along with an excerpt. Enjoy.
Here is an excerpt:
Shelly continued cutting potatoes for the stew she was preparing. She watched Jackson return to playing with Maggie, the subject closed.
She didn’t mention the nightmares. Nightmares of falling into an abyss, watching the light fade from above, surrounded by writhing creatures in the dark.
She didn’t mention them, but they haunted her throughout the day. She couldn’t use her own talent of escape to flee from her own mind. Five or six years ago she would have turned to drugs for escape. But, those days were behind her and there were no drugs to be found to help her.
Liar. You know where to find some good drugs.
Shut up. She told the darker part of her mind, the part that got her in trouble in the past, the part that she kept stifled in the dark recesses of her consciousness.
She watched Jackson and Maggie. Their laughter should have warmed her heart. Their smiles should have brought her own.
Looking at them, she felt hollow.
Hollow.
She hated the name and the word.
Things weren’t supposed to be this way. She was supposed to be happy, content. She was back with Jackson and their baby was healthy.
What more could she ask for?
That was the question she couldn’t answer.
But, there was no escape. Her nightmares wouldn’t let go.
Looking at Jackson and the baby constantly reminded her of the lucid dreams, dreams she would wake up from, gasping for air and sobbing like a baby.
Jackson would ask her about the nightmares but she couldn’t tell him, feigned forgetfulness. But, she remembered every morbid detail.
The screams. The blood. The death.
She saw Jackson die a horrible death in each nightmare.
She didn’t want to see the flesh of his face ripped away every time she looked at him, didn’t want to see his right eye rupture and run down the exposed muscle when she looked into his eyes. But it still happened.
Shelly kept these things to herself as she sliced potatoes.
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