Vera King: Wormanoid
By:C. S. Warner
A science fiction mystery.
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Synopsis:
A strange discovery at the bottom of the sea leaves a trail of death while more questions pile up about the mysterious circumstances of Jeffrey Kenneth's awakening.
After exploring what lay at the first set of coordinates, Vera is tasked with identifying the contents of a box discovered inside a scuttled houseboat. Prying eyes see the contents as valuable and death ensues, but does it all still have to do Jeffrey? Or is something else at play? Dealing with that plus a black sedan that she just can't shake from her rearview mirror will take all hands on deck.
About the author:
C.S. Warner grew up with a love of horror and supernatural films – as evident in her writing. Because of that passion, she has worked on ghost tours and as a paranormal investigator to give her stories life. Using her experience as a foundation for her writing, Warner creates worlds in which her readers can get lost.
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Excerpt:
It was Lou… It was Lou… It was Lou… Ray’s words repeated over and over in Captain John Coleman’s head as he ascended away from the billowing red blood that shrouded the sunken boat still resting broken on the ocean floor. With his subordinate, ‘Sting’ Ray West, swimming at his side they continued up toward the fragments of distorted sun as it glistened down through the water’s surface.
The ocean seemed thicker to Ray, harder to swim through -as if he were caught in a whirlpool sucking him back to the grim scene that lied in wait beneath them. Although he was the crew’s lead diver, Ray found himself in a sudden fit of panic. Heart racing, his breath grew shorter in his mask; in and out, faster and faster. He’d never felt like that before, claustrophobic, and it took all of his self control to keep from fervently tearing away his mask. “Calm down,” he heard his captain’s voice over the intercom. “Don’t hyperventilate.”
About fifteen minutes had passed, although it felt like only a second, since the two men witnessed their friend, shipmate, and fellow diver, Lou Smith, shredded to pieces by an unusual, oblong sea creature. They had been scavenging the remains of a houseboat after having received its location from a mysterious list of coordinates. The assumed ‘treasure map’ came courtesy of a peculiar obsolete piece of hardware found inside the body of a recently awoken castaway.
As they surfaced, John thrust off his mask and yelled up at the three bystanders still aboard his commercial crew boat, Viking Past. The three appeared as mostly silhouettes with their backs against the daunting sunlight, but nonetheless as they leaned over the railing their curious expressions were not lost on the two returned divers. “Oswald!” John singled out his first mate, Connor Oswald. “Grab the harpoon!”
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