Dark Angel Christmas

By Sidney Williams

It’s a 10-minute walk to the town square for a Christmas concert, until a mysterious white truck turns up.

In seconds, after a detour to shake her stalker, Amity Nichols is in a test of endurance and a game of survival that are one and the same.

Does the mysterious driver know about the dark secret she’s harboring? Or does he want something worse for her than silence?

As darkness falls, Amity will have to face a challenge of stealth and patience until decisions on life or death can’t wait any longer.

Warning: Contains mature themes and intense situation.
Dark Angel Christmas is Sidney Williams, author of The Gift and Dark Hours, writing in a slightly darker vein as Michael August.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sidney Williams
• Release date: Dec 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005731885

Sidney Williams

Sidney Williams is the author of numerous books under his own name and three books in the Pembrook High series under the name Michael August. He also authored the graphic novel The Dusk Society and numerous comic book scripts. Williams is a former newspaper reporter, corporate communications specialist and web editor. He now teaches creative writing with a focus on mystery, suspense and horror.

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Dark Angel Christmas

by Sidney Williams

Writing as Michael August

First Digital Edition

Copyright 2022 by Sidney Williams

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Note: Contains Mature Themes

This is a work of fiction. All characters and settings in this story are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real persons living or dead or actual locations is purely coincidental.

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The afternoon the white truck turned up, Amity Nichols put on her elf-style stocking cap before she left home, arranging her hair via camera app, not worrying with it too much. She had to be at The Square downtown at 5:30 to join the others.

The waves left over from this morning’s ministrations with her curling iron would have to do. Her hair spilled reddish-brown down her back, almost as far as the hat’s red-white-and-green tail.

The Chorale Ensemble would be performing carols for around an hour and fifteen minutes with a couple of violinists and a pianist on an electric keyboard. She had planned to ride with Emma and Kylie, but a guy she tutored had needed a quick Zoom call, so she’d told them she’d walk.

The Square was 10 or 12 minutes from her house, and the day had been sunny so the sky would just be moving toward dusk even this time of year. She’d be in the well-lighted downtown area in plenty of time. The Pembrook City Council had worked for years to make the area around the courthouse vibrant in keeping with the town’s idyllic self-image. That meant red-cobblestone sidewalks and plenty of ornamental street lights. Clean and safe for all.

Originally she had planned for a little time with Kylie alone, giving them a chance to talk, but Emma had popped up needing a lift. That tabled the convo for a while longer. Emma didn’t need to hear. Not at first.

A doorbell sound on her laptop let her know Aidan was ready. She put her phone down, moved to her desk and took care of his grammar questions in short order, even scanning a page via his shared laptop screen and promising in the chat feature:

Your sports eligibility ought to be safe. Periodt.

She’d worked with him enough now she knew he’d understand a deviation from formal writing even without an emoji. Kinda the point.

She left her house, slipping on her choir jacket at 5:15, just as the sky faded to a dark grey and the