Ever since he and his wife walked into the middle of an armed robbery, Washington D.C. Homicide Detective Sam Hardin has lived at the bottom of a bottle. When the smoke cleared his pregnant wife lay dying on the cold tile floor. At the hospital the doctors had only one option, save the child.
It's been five years since that dreadful night, and if Sam were to be honest with himself he would admit that he was jealous of his son Frankie's survival. But honest self discovery is the furthest thing from Sam's mind as he muddles through his daily routine.
Frankie was a special little boy for when the bullet that killed his mother wounded him in the womb, his brain was rewired in a way that allowed him to see things not visible to the average mortal. It is this special talent that will draw the attention of an otherworldly being bent on the annihilation of mankind.
A routine murder investigation snowballs into a fight to the death when Sam is drawn into the ages old battle between good and evil. He must come to terms with his own feelings of guilt in time to save his son from the shadows of the past.
Will mankind awaken one morning to new masters?
Or will good prevail?
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About the Author
His grandmother told him that on the night of his birth the crescent moon rode across the night sky, which to her was a sign that he was meant for great things. Obviously the memo got lost as Richard has led a rather ordinary life. A veteran of the cold war he has followed the usual route of working a variety of different jobs before he realized he was meant to lead the life of a writer. A voracious reader, he believes writing is the most intimate form of communication possible. The reader permits the writer access to their mind, and the physical world around them dissolves as reader and writer focus on the narrative of the tale being spun. His love of the macabre was sparked at an early age when he would sit on his grandmother’s porch listening to her tell ghost stories. During the summer he and his cousins would sleep in the back yard, within sight of the abandoned haunted house next door, and spend the night scaring one another with gruesome tales of shadowy creatures that went bump in the night. During his life he has played a series of roles, husband, father, son, and lover, but his favorite by far is grandfather. He and his wife of twenty plus years have raised four children, and helped raise eight grandchildren. They provide a secure home to a yellow lab named Max and a cat who will answer to either Flame or Furball. His loving wife, Dena has experienced first hand the exasperation of living with a writer whose mind has a tendency to wander at the most inappropriate times. Yet she manages to keep his feet firmly planted on terra firma. Richard can be found online at: Facebook: http://www.facebook/RichardSchiver Follow Richard on Twitter: @RichardSchiver Written in Blood is Richard's personal blog where he shares his thoughts on writing, and whatever else might strike his fancy. http://www.richardschiver.com He can be contacted directly at email@example.com and would be delighted to hear from you. Sign up to be notified of new releases when they become available. He promises to never share your contact info, nor will he swamp your inbox with unnecessary crap. http://eepurl.com/2bYSf