He hid there, in the damned book. Said he was a prisoner. That’s a laugh. He’s a prisoner like a junkie is a prisoner. He stays in that book because he likes his fix. He loves his fix. He needs it. His fix? Terror. For everyone. I am an author. I write books. He told me to write. Like the angel told Mohamed. Write. I’ll write! I’ll write the truth. I’ve never written a word of truth in my life. But I’ll do it now. Maybe I should thank the old sadist for that, for

In this short excerpt from Braile House, two boys, friends, are working their way through the dark storm drains under the streets of Albuquerque. They encounter real world tragedy and terror. This will be their first encounter with an ancient evil that will define their young lives and return to them years later. I hope you will enjoy this excerpt, and that you will read the book. Braile House, is available on Kindle for just 99 cents. There are many enthusiastic reader r