Dancing in Darkness: Witch

By Kassandra Alvarado

Journey into the Darkside of the world with experienced hunter Evelyn Blackwood and ordinary New Yorker Zac Quinn as they unravel supernatural mysteries and save the innocent from the terrors of night.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kassandra Alvarado
• Release date: Feb 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311599735

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Dancing in Darkness: Witch

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Kassandra Alvarado

Published by Kassandra Alvarado at Smashwords

Copyright 2014

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Table of Contents

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Maleficos non patieris vivere: Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live

Chapter 6: Per Via Rectas

The smell of gun smoke lingered in the hallway. The remnants of that thing were long gone. The police had cleaned up neatly and for nearly six days afterward, Mrs. Ramos had been a familiar sight scrubbing the floor and walls of the hallway beyond his door. Occasionally, she could heard praying to herself in brief Spanish bursts. Zac had learned enough of the language to understand all those ‘dios mios,’ meant to the events perpetrated there.

The unnatural, the uncanny and the downright weird. He paced in the tiny apartment thinking it sounded like a bad episode of that TV series Supernatural. How could anyone wrap their head around something like that? He’d have not believed it himself, put it down to a dream if...

His eye fell on the old six-chambered Colt lying on the coffee table.

The image flashed through his mind’s eye.

Spent shell casings littering the floor.

Slamming the rounds home.

Granddad’s gun.

A wave of nostalgia struck and he dropped to the hard floor. Dad giving it to him for his seventh birthday - shooting blanks - old Crush cans in the backyard. Everybody said guns killed, not dad. Dad’s strength lay in rifles, rifle scopes, wicked hunting knives with stained blades. He was sure his old man could give Blackwood a run for her money; if he had still been alive.

She had missed more than she had hit.

The old phrase, couldn’t hit the side of a barn came to mind.

Zac climbed up to his feet, reaching for the handgun. The old metal slid comfortably into its sleeve of tanned leather. The straps fit snugly around his thigh clipping onto the low belt over the hips. For six days he had replayed the events of that day, running them through his mind over and over until every nuance had