Triad Awakening
Michael Grigsby
Genre: Horror
Release Date: March 5, 2013
Synopsis:
Sixteen-year-old Hagan Curtis's life is
a total mess-alcoholic single father, recently deceased brother
(Robin), and social invisibility-until an eerie encounter with a trio
of ghostly sisters reveals he is part of the Triad. Armed with
newfound battle skills and wielding his amazing split-staff, Hagan
plunges headlong into training. But soon he discovers that membership
in the Triad can be lethal as Spectrals, Necropeds, and Feeders from
other realms show just how bloodthirsty they can be. As his team
plummets deeper into their first mission, Hagan learns that his
brother’s death resulted from Robin’s knowledge of the Triad, and
those closest to him are keeping dark secrets. Will Hagan survive the
terrifying mission to finally untangle the mystery of Robin’s
death?
Triad
Awakening
is
the first book in the Triad Trilogy. The Young Adult Horror/Fantasy
is Michael Grigsby's debut novel.
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Excerpt 2: Hagan’s First
Supernatural Encounter
I
slam the book shut and turn away from the desk. I lift my eyes to
catch a glimpse of the full-length mirror mounted to the closet door.
There, in the reflection I see three white wispy figures floating
closely together. I take a step back and stumble. My bottom smacks
the floor and pain shoots up my spine. Their image flashes, is gone,
and then returns again about two seconds later. This time, the
spectral figures appear closer. They flash again, disappear, and
reappear even closer in the mirror. I scoot back on my elbows like
some insane crab retreating from an ocean predator.
On
the verge of screaming, I scramble to my feet. I whirl around to
find the room completely empty. My heart is pounding in my chest
like a subwoofer. A cool layer of perspiration has appeared on my
brow. I realize that I haven’t taken a breath since I saw the
figures in the mirror. I inhale and suck the stale air of Robin’s
room into my lungs.
The
room is as silent as a tomb. I stand frozen in one place, too
terrified to move. My ass is throbbing, but I ignore the pain. My
brain is finally able to get a signal to my feet and I begin to creep
from the room. After what seems like hours, I arrive at the door. I
slowly reach for the knob. It opens with a creak. I step over the
threshold and gingerly close the door behind me.
“Now
what?” I ask myself.
Before
my mind can respond, my ears are filled with a familiar sound.
Static mingles with a whirring noise, not unlike a fan running on
high speed. Suddenly, the strangest voice I’ve ever heard speaks.
It comes from everywhere at once, and seems to be made of many
voices, speaking in chorus. The voice(s) sound faraway, like wind
whistling through an old well.
“Find
her. Find the one who knows what was and sees what is to come. Find
her, the one who knows what was and sees what is to come. FIND HER,
THE ONE WHO KNOWS WHAT WAS AND SEES WHAT IS TO COME! FIND HER! FIND
HER!”
Without
warning, the trio appears at the end of the small hallway. I see
them clearly now. Oh God, I can’t look away. Each appears to be
female. They are dressed in long flowing gowns, made of some gauzy
fabric. The garments are cinched at the waist with ratty pieces of
rope. Their dresses at one time were probably white, but are now
grimy, smeared with what appears to be ashes and soot. Wind coming
from an unseen source is whipping wildly through their stringy ebony
hair. Their faces appear translucent, and I swear I can see some of
their skeletons beneath. Bulging blue veins crisscross in crazy
webbed patterns beneath their paper flesh. Hollowed out holes are
where eyes should be. They continue to speak, but their lips do not
move. My eyes move wildly down their forms. I notice they’re
holding hands. Their pale, boney fingers are intertwined like three
young girls about to skip across the schoolyard. I feel hysteria
rising within me.
The
warped voices continue: “Find her. Find the one who knows what was
and sees what is to come. Find her, the one who knows what was and
sees what is to come. FIND HER, THE ONE WHO KNOWS WHAT WAS AND SEES
WHAT IS TO COME! FIND HER! FIND HER!”
As
they speak, they move closer to me. Closer. They flash, blink,
disappear, and reappear. Closer, flash, blink, disappear, reappear.
On and on toward me.
“What
do you want???” I screech at them. “What do you want from me?”
Author Bio:
Seems I've always loved to read.
Growing up in rural Kentucky, the highlight of my summers was when
the bookmobile delivered new books to my house each week. During the
school year, I spent hours at the public library devouring horror and
suspense novels.
As an adult, I've taught Language Arts for
fifteen years. Reading and writing with my students has inspired me
to finally write my own books. I love opening the door to a world I
create and seeing what a spine-tingling events unfold!
In
my spare time I enjoy spending time with my wife and three children.
I also read (of course) and watch horror movies. My obsession with
all things scary led me to write the Triad Trilogy. I hope you enjoy
reading my books as much as I have writing them for you!
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