Good morning, all. I know, I know. I’m late with the second post of the week. I’ve been busy with the business of writing. Part of that is getting Risen from Ashes ready for release. Part has been figuring out the best way to launch the book. Part has been looking at this site and my author site with an eye for updating them. I’ll let you in on a little secret. I’re very good at sitting down and writing. I’m not so good at the business end of it, mainly because I’d rather be writing.
But I promised snippets. I’m not quite to the point of wanting to do snippets from Risen. Instead, here’s the opening to Nocturnal Prey, a short story written in the Nocturnal Lives universe. It takes place approximately two to three years after the last book and is a bridge to the next story arc. This story was a bit different to write because Mac took over and decided she would be the one telling the story. So this is the only title written in first person. I’ll admit, I’m a little worried about the change but Mackenzie Santos can be every bit as stubborn as Myrtle the Evil Muse.
(This is pre-edit, btw.)
Once upon a time. . . .
Those words used to signal the beginning of a child’s fairy tale. You know the stories I’m talking about. Stories of good and evil, where good always wins in the end. Okay, there’s usually some “lesson” our parents wanted us to remember that’s driven home along the way. But even as kids, we knew those stories weren’t true and the monsters didn’t exist.
How I long for those days of innocence. You see, I learned the hard way that monsters really do exist. They live among us. They might be your co-worker or your next door neighbor. They might even be your child’s favorite teacher.
I know because I’m one of them.
Don’t get me wrong. Monsters have always existed. They are the murderers and other predators who prey on those weaker than themselves. Our newspapers and media broadcasts are filled with stories about them. Those are the monsters I signed up to fight when I joined the Dallas Police Department more than a decade ago. I was one of the good guys and damned proud of it.
Now, through a twist of genetics and what some might call really bad luck, I’m one of those creatures people think of when things go bump in the dark of night. But I’m still a cop and it is still my sworn duty to protect the people of Dallas from monsters, human and arcane.
My name is Mackenzie Santos and I am a shapeshifter.