'A faint heat went over his cheeks while the rest of his body was cold. Tingling in his ears was an ache, as if someone was screaming in the distance. His journal, which he had tucked under his arm, felt heavy.
Icha-bod. Icha-bod.
Blasted toads again! Ichabod tried to ignore the human-like croaking.
Ichabod, look at me!
Ichabod twitched. His eyes flicked up. Where had the moonlight vanished to? He could barely see the outlines of the aged trees.
Warmth spread across his neck. It was not like a blush but the stroke of another person’s fingers. When he reached out, he felt no one there.
“Stop it, Ichabod,” he told himself. “It is a trick of the mind.”
At that moment the very breath was torn from his mouth. Ichabod gagged. It was the air – foul and rancid. He couldn’t ignore this.
His hands leapt to his throat and his journal dropped to the ground. There were things in the darkness. Shifting things, curling and uncurling, getting closer.
It was crawling out of his journal. Ichabod, with wide eyes, watched as dark ink-like tendrils escaped from the paper and formed into a slim, curved figure which had hands. Hands which opened its fingers wide to—'
One Halloween night, Ichabod Crane vanished. Most believed the Headless Horseman had whisked him off. The truth was that he had hid himself away in shame after being the victim of a cruel trick—the Headless Horseman who near harried him into an early grave was in fact a love rival for the affections of Katrina Van Tassel.
Five years pass and the rival, Brom Bones, is found beheaded. Ichabod returns to Sleepy Hollow to search for the killer and woo the now widowed Katrina. Instead, he gains a headless ally...
There is something strange in the air that is affecting the women. Could it really be the ghost of a Salem witch? Join Ichabod Crane and the real Headless Horseman as they try to discover whether an otherworldly evil has fallen upon Sleepy Hollow or if it is the power of suggestion.
A short supernatural mystery based on and inspired by Washington Irving’s 'The Legend of Sleepy Hollow'.
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The first book in my Society to Engineer Ascension, Hellver Gate, will also be free for Halloween.
In a castle trapped on an island, there was a woman who wished for a child. She consulted dark arts and ran with wolves for this simple wish. However, supernatural and scientific meddling left her dead and the child missing.
Seventeen years passed, and the child returned to his ancestral home in a shipwreck, washing up into the arms of a never ageing woman who haunts the shores. The castle was now inhabited by the strange Angelus Nocturnal cult, while two creatures from the future tried to change the inevitable dystopia that awaited them.
Inside the womb of Hellver Gate castle many lives had passed through there – deranged, broken or simply lost creatures. The castle watched them grow, listening to their desperate pleas . . .
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She was back in the corridor of animal tapestries. Only moonlight could show what stalked the shadow’s undergrowth. In sunlight, these woven creatures stood still and alive, yet when the moon’s pure gaze viewed the images the truth was revealed. With a few milky rays, it showed the ruined abyss that surrounded her.
Deer drank from a pond in daytime, their bodies timid and breakable. In the animals’ reflections it showed the sky in darkness, and the deer torn asunder by white winged humanoids that were without gender and faces. Their serene feathers were bathed in innocents’ blood.
The mighty lion, embodied as a being of flames, reached upwards in a deafening roar. Even that great beast had been defeated. Its dark reflection lay in a pool of blood. The creature’s pride and dignity had been buried beneath the ground. Arrows that carried snow plumes pierced the decaying body.
Dragons, snakes and hawks lurked on the walls in both day and night, life and death. In each one, those strange winged beasts wandered. They hid from the sun and cowardly laid the world asunder in the shadows.
But there was one grave marker without its night time counterpart.
The wolf.
Katerina stared intently at the area just above the howling animal’s shoulder. Hellver Gate castle could be seen in the distance. She placed her hand over it, and the torches hanging between each tapestry alighted.
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