We'll start at the beginning this week, with the first novel I ever penned, King Satin's Realm, Book 1 of The Legend of Draconis series. W/ Christopher Chambers, cover design
Do this now, my son, and deliver thyself, when thou art come into the hand of thy friend; go, humble thyself, and make sure thy friend.
Proverbs 6:3
1
Aidan's Dilemma
Aidan O'Rourke was miserable. At seventeen, his world was gone. Nothing would ever be the same.
The words of comfort the minister offered did little to heal the boy's broken spirit. A cat yowled outside as the back door of the church creaked and a stooped old man entered. Aidan paid little attention to the old fellow, but the meowing sounded like lament, long and pitiful. It caused his skin to prickle with goosebumps. He released a long, sad sigh.
The distraught young giant, standing well over six feet, followed the closed casket to the graveside. He caught his breath in gasps as it was lowered. Mechanically, he threw the first shovel of dirt to cover his mother.
The iron gate into the cemetery squeaked as he pushed it open to leave. He looked back to see the same old man shoveling the rest of the dirt. Must be the caretaker, but he looks familiar. Aidan furrowed his brow.
The man dropped into the hole a moment. Aidan thought he heard, "As I suspected. Aye, indeed." Then a white cat, its tail swishing fiercely, perched on the mounded dirt yet to be shoveled back into the open grave. The old man hoisted himself out and rubbed the cat's head. "P.C. without a doubt."
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