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Last time I was sharing from The Opal Ring a short story I have coming out in the 2016 Horror Anthology from Tell-Tale Publishing being released in October at their annual online Halloween Horror Party--see sidebar banner regarding upcoming event for this year.
Most folks agreed from my first sharing of The Opal Ring, that they hate the uncle--with good reason. So far we know the father's a magician and the mother has died so the daughter, Jasmine, is his assistant. She "aids" her father with a bit of her own "real" magic to enhance his show as she wants him to get a Las Vegas contract so they can leave Egypt and escape her vile uncle. I'll continue with a bit more from the same short story.
This would be the second time she summoned the Jinn, and she knew what to expect, she told herself. Taking a deep breath, Jasmine rubbed the ring on the middle finger of her right hand. The air around her crackled and sparked, a pillar of fire shot from floor to ceiling, swirling like a tornado, scorching hot, with pain but no damage, like hell, and in a puff of black smoke it disappeared. In its place stood an eight foot Jinn, Ornias, once enslaved by King Solomon to carve stones for the building of the temple. According to the mystic tomes, his enslavement was punishment for stealing gems from the royal treasury, gems he craved for their sparkling light. He would sink his vampire-like fangs into them and drain their glimmer in an effort to relieve the agony of eternal darkness—a life without the sun’s blessing. This was the addiction Jasmine must feed in order to command the demonic Jinn’s magic.
She concluded that his explosive manner of reappearance was certainly that of an escaping addict and it in no way reassured her. The Jinn was manlike in appearance, save that his skin was ebony not in an African ebony way, but more like a preternatural obsidian sheen with eyes that glowed golden like a cat’s, but with a sunset luster that spoke of darker, more underground locales than mountaintops or beach horizons. “I hunger!” he bellowed.
I hope you enjoyed the snippet I posted from Elizabeth's scary story this week. I have decided that Jinn's are to be avoided at all costs! If I see one I am going to bite it and swallow its ring! I don't think I need to explain what will happen to it then! Please be sure to follow all the other Weekend Writing Warriors and #SnippetSunday authors to find some more great reads!--Hudson, off to play with my new frien Fang and make him howl so Elizabeth will laugh!
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Elizabeth Alsobrooks's books on Goodreads
Illuminati - The Book of Life
ratings: 12 (avg rating 4.33)
Illuminati: The Book of Life
ratings: 5 (avg rating 4.80)
The Keeper's Secret: Tell-Tale Publishing's Annual Horror Anthology
ratings: 2 (avg rating 5.00)
2016 NaNoWriMo Winner!
My Newest Release
An Amazon Bestseller!
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