The Moon Shines Red (Heart of Darkness Book 1) by Pamela Sparkman

Author:Pamela Sparkman [Sparkman, Pamela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pamela Sparkman
Published: 2017-05-04T18:30:00+00:00

Feeling like his heart had been lanced with a spear, he didn’t bother to saddle his horse or orb himself to the monastery. He had briefly allowed himself to drown in his agony, and then he picked himself up, spread his enormous black wings as the sun crested over the horizon, and took to the sky. He needed to scent for Elin, catch a trace of her, but it was like she’d truly disappeared.

Within minutes, he was back on solid ground, standing on leaden feet, staring at the fortified stone structure he’d come to call his home. He would have thrown himself at the monastery, enveloped the walls in his embrace if possible. He was that desperate. Instead, he tucked his wings in and walked slowly. When he spotted the library windows splattered with blood it was almost his undoing.

Searly.

He orbed himself into the library and immediately found a gathering of weeping monks trying to console one another in a corner of the room underneath a large bookshelf that had toppled over. A scan of the room told a gruesome tale. The library had been the devil’s playground.

“What happened?” Lochlan asked.

One of the monks stood. “We were attacked. The one called Zeph ordered one of his monsters to kill him.” He pointed to a body on the floor, face down, a sickly puddle of blood surrounding him.

Lochlan couldn’t take another loss. He simply couldn’t. His eyes welled with tears as he stepped toward the body. Making his approach, no one said a word. The Earth seemed to stop spinning. He bent down on one knee and listened intently for any sounds of life.

There were none.

With a trembling hand, he turned the body over, simultaneously averting his eyes. His touch wouldn’t kill this one because this one was already dead. His heart pounded and tears flowed. He forced himself to look, and when he did, guilt plagued his galloping heart.

“Thaddeus,” he whispered.

The guilt was because he was relieved it had not been Searly. Taking a stuttering breath, he stood on wooden legs. “Where is Searly?” He scanned the room and when no one spoke up, he shouted, “WHERE IS SEARLY?”

The monk who had spoken up before, Xavier, pointed, this time to the table that was littered with books. “They left a note for you.”

Lochlan stomped over to the table and picked up a note. Written in blood, it read…

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