Welcome to the World of Tome

Hello There All,
                           I'd be guessing that you're wondering what the blog is all about if you are actually reading this.
 There are people amoungst you who have powers. Powers beyond your beliefs and comprehension.
 Come listen to their tales...
 Tome is the name that I have given to the Series that I write about. It is a Horror/Fantasy Fiction series so if the bleeding of the deceased gets your heart beating then read on...
 Of course there aren't acutually people who have these "powers" that I talk about but these stories detail the lvies of some of these extraordinary people.
 Still interested?
 Still reading?
 Then I'll leave you with a teaser of a Work In Progress...

Tome: When the Night Falls

Prologue

Feet pounded against the ground, he could hear them, so very far away… Hidden in the shadows they could not see his sleek form. The cotton ski-mask pulled over his face with two burning white eye holes peered through the darkness and into the light projected by the lamps hung by wires from the roof.

 Without even a movement, the lights began to dim as the weak Necromancy drawn from his body spilled out. It was one of the few things that he could do with his Necromancy since Filius Mortis had played his part in that time. That time that nobody remembered but the Sorcerers.

 He cursed Filius as much as they were friends.

 As the lights continued to dim, the soldiers running slowed and came to a slow stop. One of them looked up to touch the lamp, placing the tips of his fingers on the glass and then pulling his hand away as it was burned.

 Then the screaming began, a dark blade was whipped out and wrenched an ugly path through the man’s body. He fell to the ground rolling in pain and as he fell they could see the things two gleaming white eyes.

 The thing raced around only slowing to slice and slash with that sword

 Light was drawn from it, it didn’t glint or flash but it was enveloped in a impure haze of darkness. There was more screaming until only one more was left. He looked around into the darkness, bringing his gun to bear.

 “Weapons will do you no good here,” he heard the voice and he whirled around and fired.

 His name was Gavin, his eye had been replaced with the improvised mechanical eye as was demanded by the Cult of the Mechanics.

 It showed that they were loyal to their Haloed One, the Machine God. No amount of loyalty would save his skin here.

 “I’m… I’m not afraid of you,” he lied.

 His gun was battered away from his hands and he whimpered loudly.

 “Oh trust me…” the lights became brighter and all of a sudden the visage of a blackened hell itself raced towards him.

 Something slashed its way across his arm and the blood ran from his veins. Gavin screamed in pain for a second before he felt the hand clamped over his jaw and saw the enemy’s knee race towards his nose. Something cracked and he fell to the ground unconscious and unable to see the blade baying for blood at his throat.

 "You are..." then there were no more breaths the draw...

Stay tuned for more information on this killer...

Robbie