White Fire: Eve of Light
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From the author of BloodLight and Lilith's Arithmetic comes an intense and mind-bending tale of memory, magick, and life after death.
Like many young professionals, Jenny is at a crossroads. Bite the bullet and go to law school, or remain a paralegal a little while longer? Strive to become exceptionally successful at her chosen career, or start thinking seriously about a potential family? And just when and how should she begin looking for her soulmate?
When she carries her dilemmas off to a random bar, intending to temporarily forget them, she instead meets her own death. Temporarily.
Resurrected months later without explanation, she's done with indecision.
Despite memory loss, recurring nightmares, and skin that sometimes sparkles like diamond, Jenny carries on living her life as best she can, even making it to her wedding day, a day she believes perfect—until her true soulmates come seeking reclamation.
Jenny had died for a reason.
Neither Heaven nor Hell ever forgets.
Let the real ceremony begin.
With stories set in a world where humankind's twisted fantasies and most disturbing nightmares have manifested as pulsing, hard-edged realities, Eve of Light is a dark fantasy horror series unlike any other. Mind-bending and provocative. Dark fiction at its weirdest.
Harambee K. Grey-Sun
Harambee K. Grey-Sun is the author of several novels, short stories, and poetry collections, including Colder Than Ice, Blind Dates: Weird Stories, and Wine Songs, Vinegar Verses. He writes in a variety of genres but his stories often fall somewhere on the spectrum of horror, ranging from the supernatural to the psychological. The curious can find more information about him and his writings at www.harambeegreysun.com.
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White Fire - Harambee K. Grey-Sun
WHITE FIRE
AN EVE OF LIGHT STORY
HARAMBEE K. GREY-SUN
HYPERVERSE BOOKS, LLC
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2023 by Harambee K. Grey-Sun
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Print ISBN-13: 978-1-64044-032-6
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CONTENTS
White Fire
About the Series
Eve of Light Story Order
Newsletter Sign-Up
About the Author
Also by Harambee K. Grey-Sun
By Harambee Grey-Sun
WHITE FIRE
All of us in the bar died that night.
For only a moment.
Though how can one estimate an actual moment after suffering a kiss with oblivion, ceasing to exist?
Even before that hateful meet-cute, the minutes (hours?) had begun to blur as a small gathering of us watched the ball game playing on the two big screens. The Little League World Series. Two among the bar’s joyous patrons claimed to be related to a couple of the players. One man claimed a step-nephew on one team; the other—a woman—claimed a cousin on the opposing team. As the two cheered and jeered, everyone else in the bar good-naturedly chose sides, splitting pretty much down the middle so that neither of the two had to root alone or in a significant minority.
I knew all about feeling alone. It was why I’d slinked into the bar in the first place.
An unattached paralegal in her midtwenties considering—dithering about, really—law school and all that would entail . . .
Did I really want to be a lawyer? Did I really want to be an exceptionally successful lawyer, putting my career before a potential family? Did I really want to commit before finding true love with a perfect match?
The ball game drew on, eventually ended. But the two dozen or so of us didn’t wind down. There was a victory to celebrate and a loss to forget. More beers. More bourbon. More martinis.
At some crook on the boozy slide to utter drunkenness, he oozed into the joint.
Alone, I think.
A dark-skinned man in a black raincoat and fedora.
Whomever he was, he seemed determined to put a damper on our mood. His opening gambit was to shove his way between two men and a woman standing next to a booth, close talking. He appeared to be heading for the hallway that held the bathrooms, but he only glanced down the short passageway before turning sharply and heading for the end of the bar, the far end from where I was sitting.
Someone shouted that he should apologize. His apology was a rude gesture, flashed without hesitation as he continued on, slipping behind the bar and passing through the door behind it as if he owned the place.
The bartender, the lone man on staff in this cozy establishment, had been servicing a table but dashed for the bar the moment the man made himself at home.
Knocking a glass from another table in his mad rush, the bartender shouted curses and commands at the one who ignored him before he, too, passed through the door behind the bar and disappeared. I was sure the shouting and cursing continued, but I heard nothing.
Left on our own, we patrons were all good. No one tried to slip behind the bar to grab a bottle, bust the register, or even refill a mug from the beer tap.
But the bartender was gone long enough for glasses to go dry and for some of us to consider going into the back room ourselves, to coax or drag both men back out.
Before anyone could take initiative, a man emerged. Alone.
The surly one. The one whose eyes were filled with hate.
He breathed heavily as he stepped from behind the bar, glaring at all of us while some of us, a lot less cheerful and far more inebriated than before, hurled insults at him, taunted him.
He approached a pillar and circled it three times, each time scanning our faces as if searching for someone he might recognize. He then moved to a position closer to the front entrance, a spot where he could see all of us without turning his head more than a fraction of an inch.
Two of the bolder men, following an even bolder woman, approached him, intending to get in his face, maybe even forcibly eject him from the premises. But the man in the trench coat raised his left arm above his head, lazily reaching toward the ceiling, and the room fell silent.
Not voluntarily.
Speaking for myself, I felt unable to speak. The others’ mouths gaped; their lips contorted as they tried to form words; they gestured toward their hands and throats as their eyes widened in surprise, narrowed in frustration; we all pantomimed to one another in frightened wonder, stomping, pounding tables, smacking wood and even our own skin in futile attempts to make the sounds our mouths wouldn’t.
The televisions, still bright and running, were as silent as we were. Glasses dropped or accidentally knocked to the floor shattered without hiss or whisper.
Two from the trio—a man and a woman—who had been angrily approaching the man in black continued toward him with more energy, apparently determined to lay blows on him, maybe to see if he would make a sound or, even better, reverse whatever he’d done to us.
The man in black simply crossed his arms behind his back and seemed to get taller as his eyes flashed like suddenly struck matches.
The man and woman spun away from him like tops, crashing into tall round tables and stools before tumbling to the floor. All spectacle, no accompanying sound.
Panic increased among us. Some dashed for the hallway, perhaps hoping to escape through the bathroom—a window or emergency exit—or maybe just hoping that their ears would actually work if they put more distance between themselves and the instigator.
But they never found out.
Stools, chairs, and low and tall tables that hadn’t been nailed down rose and flew through the air faster than any bird of prey, clogging the hallway’s entrance.
Those who’d dashed for the bathrooms or whatever else might be found through that limited passageway pivoted and headed for the bar. Like the two men who’d proceeded them, they slid behind it but found the door to the unseen back locked.
Amid all the quiet pandemonium, I performed my own frantic yet ultimately useless dance, stumbling here and there, destination unknown, and remaining near the bar as a result, never straying farther than the closest table. As aimless as my legs, my eyes darted to and from each of my fellow inebriates, hoping to land on one who might have a solution to our predicament. In their course, my eyes landed on the source of it all and lingered as I noticed he hadn’t gotten taller but was levitating, hovering now at two or three feet off the floor.
Others who noticed this slowed their leg and arm movements to gaze at him. Maybe, like mine, their thoughts became more animated than their bodies—bodies passing through the air, smacking into objects, without noise . . . My—and perhaps their—thoughts screamed into a void.
The few who weren’t focused on our captor, those who were still searching for exits, suddenly stopped and gazed like the rest of us when the man deigned to speak.
I came in here looking for something that was stolen from me. I was told it was in a back room. But the fool I just interrogated told me that he put it in one of your drinks. And one or more of you willingly swallowed it.
Reflexively, some of us looked to our empty glasses as others placed a hand over their stomachs, as if their palms or fingers had hidden eyes that could see through clothes and skin.
Well,
the man bellowed, "now that you’ve all heard me clearly, I’m going