Willing The Wind: The Story Continues

By Donna West

The first book, Willing The Wind, introduced the story of a serial murderer and the murder of his wife. It began the search for his next victim. this book is the complete story of Kaelyn and Luke. It includes a bit of everything...ghosts, witches, spirits, charms, adventure, murder, intrigue and well...I could go on. Whatever type of book you enjoy, I believe you will find a bit of your genre here

• Language: English
• Publisher: Donna West
• Release date: Oct 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310703614

Donna West

I live in Ireland with my husband of 8 years who encouraged me to pursue writing full time. I have always loved to write and read. My writing reflects my heart and soul ...me. I have 4 children who are the light of my life and 5 beautiful grandchildren who are, of course,perfect. I had a step-son with a beautiful spirit named Kjell ( ‘shell’) who was called home in 2008. There are also Zara, Mollie and Dixie small dogs who rule the roost in our home. The new book is ready and published. It is the sequel to this one!

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Willing the Wind: The Story Continues

By

Donna S. West

Published by Donna S. West at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Donna S. West

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List of Characters

Kerry – husband

Tracey – murdered wife

Jack – neighbor and Kerry’s alibi

Kaelyn Hallahan – detective and next victim

Judd Downs – Kaelyn’s partner

Mandy – Kerry’s secretary

Todd Rath – Medical Examiner

Luke – attorney

Mary Eagleheart – old Indian woman/friend since childhood of Luke

Padraig and Liam Hallahan – Kaelyn’s brothers

Sean and Sorcha – Kaelyn’s parents

Tammi – girl in bar

Prologue

She waited in silence, relishing the time, as the dawn slowly turned from reds and yellows and erupting into the blaze of glory emitted when the sun washed the banks of the opposite shore of the small lake where she had grown had spent her life. The morning was clear and bright with sunlight, the rain from the previous night having left the air with a fresh-washed fragrance which wafted across the soft, freshly laundered sheets, which caressed her skin lightly, almost lovingly. Her dreams from the previous night still clawed at her mind and hauntingly whispered secrets from the midnight realm of another world. She didn’t recall all of her dream. It is as though the memory lay at the edge of dream … somewhere between waking and sleeping. What was it, this bit of 'knowing' that wasn't quite knowing? She recalled a fragrance, light like morning dew yet tempered with something else…something that was uniquely nature's own. It was pine! Yes! That was it! Pine! Fresh and wet and drenched in sunlight! Slowly she felt the dream reach forth, drawing her deceptively into its dark depths. It began to whisper its appalling truth... softly as though in the room. Queer disembodied shadows danced at edges of the room, beckoning her ever nearer. She had heard a voice, deep and resonating. Recognition washed over her along with tremors of terror like a rabbit caught in the sight of a hound, the rabbit having with no place to run, the knowledge of impending death shocking it into a frozen sculpture, no longer possessing the ability to move.! Where has she heard it before? It extended skeletal fingers of knowledge, breaking down her barriers, weaving the basket of knowledge into her brain, forcing her to see the unspeakable horror waiting for her and pulling her out of the net of safety which ignorance had wrapped her in. The shadows writhed closer, calling her name in ghostly invitation. They reached out for her, and drew her into the thick ink of their depths. She became conscious of her breath being sucked from her lungs. She struggled to take in life-sustaining air as terror gripped her. She turned to run, only to find that her feet had become stones without feeling. Her breath came in short gasps of agony and then she became aware of the essence of the evil closing in on her. She stumbled and fell to the ground. Twisting her body, terrified she began to fight and claw at the thing which was assaulting her.

As her eyes locked on the object of her fear, they began to travel upward. She felt her heart hammering against her ribs as though it alone might escape to freedom. She wanted to look away but fear drove her to face her assailant.

She realized that she had awakened in the middle of her dream to a nightmare of paramount proportions!

He was smiling, the brilliant morning sun glinting off the menacing blade of the knife held loosely in his hand.

God help me! She screamed, realizing her dream was a horrifying reality. She was awake, alone and trapped.

God can't help you now sweetheart he whispered.

As he wrapped an iron fist around her delicate upper arm, she watched the knife lower and felt the edge of the blade slice across her wrist. She felt her life blood, warm and heavy, flowing from the wound. . Then he blew her a kiss and closed his eyes in bliss.

Then she yielded to oblivion. It was the only safety and peace she would ever have known since the man had come into her life.

Willing the Wind: The Story Continues

Chapter 1

It had been him! Kerry! His evil had permeated her world like the fiery sulfuric fumes of hell for so long that she couldn't remember a time when he hadn't been there. He had been there on that day...the day she had died. She could remember it now. There had been a time when memory had been softened to allow for transition into the realm of the spirit, the place of safety she now inhabited. It was the realm of souls. A world of the spirits in which she had gone from fear to safety, from pain to pleasure in an instant. For that, she could thank him at least. Her final release had come at his hands and… Wait! This was no dream! Oh! God help me! It was real! As her memory began to return, she felt again her spiritual heart pounding as though to come out of her chest. She knew now that he had taken others’ lives just as he had taken hers. The knowledge came unbidden. She had met them, each and every one, here in this place of knowing....of peace. She had known that she was dying. As she felt her vision fading, she had locked her gaze on his. And as quickly as it had begun, it was over. She had felt no pain, only release and peace. There was no fear now. But she hovered just above the realm of that other place, watching. It was surreal, as though it was happening to someone else. Whispers came to her. The voices of the others who had suffered at his hands. Gently, they reached for her. One voice, stronger than the rest, had introduced herself as Colleen, Kerri’s ex-wife before he had conveniently widowed himself.

We understand what you feel and the confusion in you right now. We will help you through this Tracey. We have been watching and waiting. Our time has come and our circle is complete. Now, with you here, we are strong enough to stop him. Help us! Colleen whispered. To stop him.

Then she felt herself lifting and the voices became clearer. Each one told her the story of their death and their life with the man who had just murdered her. The plan materialized before her without the words of the human mouth, the stories moving before her like a movie. He had ripped the homes of the souls of so many open and bared them, raw and weeping and helpless. But now.... Now it was his turn.

She understood now what must be done to stop the man she had called husband for so many years.

Her attention turned back to the scene below her.

The others watched as well.

Tracey could feel the well of hatred emanating from below her even as she watched the man behave as though what had just happened was as ordinary as breathing.

She could hear his thoughts and feel the feelings he was feeling.

Kerry just stood there gazing down at the woman he had been married to for over ten years. Bright red blood had pumped blood from the wounds on her wrists and run in rivulets at his feet, creating a congealing crimson river on the floor. The scarlet color matched the splatter on his crisp, white shirt. They had dripped rhythmically on the