Both Barrels of Monster Hunter Legends (Legends of the Monster Hunter Book 1) by Reynolds Josh & Daniel Durrant

Author:Reynolds, Josh & Daniel Durrant [Reynolds, Josh]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Horror, Monsters, Anthology
ISBN: 9781940344065
Publisher: Emby Press
Published: 2014-01-12T16:00:00+00:00

Once he’d given the new destination to Pedro he went to lay down; they’d be there in a couple of hours and he knew he’d need to be alert. It was close to dawn when the RV pulled into a vacant lot a block away from the address Sandor was heading for. He hadn’t been able to sleep, and had spent the last hour sitting going over what he knew about his destination. As he stepped down from the RV, he pulled close the long coat worn to conceal the twin snub-nosed Magnums under each arm.

Once out of the lot, Sandor headed west toward the ocean. He wasn’t that far inland and could catch the smell when the wind was in the right direction. The few people that were about gave him a wide berth. Californians were used to seeing strangely dressed people on their streets, but it was the height of summer and he was in a coat. No doubt some of them thought he was being filmed. None of the shops he passed were open yet, and ahead, a Seven Eleven had a few night workers standing outside smoking. One of them gave him a long stare as he walked passed but none tried to hinder him. At the intersection he turned left, passing a car lot and gas station, and finally to a warehouse that had seen better days. Most of the windows at ground level had been smashed and boarded up. Sandor stood looking up at it. He knew the building well enough as he’d visited it a number of times looking for information. Checking left and right, he headed across, angling toward the only door out onto the street.

He wasn’t surprised to find the door unlocked. The owner of the building had specialized security that made common locks and alarms pointless. Stepping into the cool interior Sandor eased the coat off and dropped it to the floor, wearily he looked round the small room he’d stepped into and at the four doors facing him. He eased one of the pistols from its holster, stepped forward, and pushed one of the doors open.

The clearing he stepped into reminded him the one he’d killed the troll in, though he knew it wasn’t. The trees were evergreens and it was colder. Judging by the misting his breath made, he was farther north. He glanced behind at the door, into the room he’d just left, and nodded his head.

“You and your games, Corvus.” Corvus was a broker, the Mardukes, and people like them, used him for information and sometimes guidance. Corvus wasn’t human; he was a Gestalt, a creature that was a combination of souls, with one controlling mind. You could never be sure which side of his being you’d get, though, which was why Sandor had come armed. Some of the souls that were part of Corvus weren’t there voluntarily. Sandor headed into the trees, he had no idea where he was going but on past experience it was best to keep moving forward.

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