Witch
Creek
The
Wildlands Series
Book
Two
Laura
Bickle
Genre: Dark Fantasy
Publisher: Harper Voyager
Date of Publication: Feb. 27,
2018
ISBN: 978-0062567314
ASIN: B071VBHPW7
Number of pages: 384
Word Count: 88,160
Book Description:
In
the backcountry of Yellowstone, evil moves below the surface . . .
Following
Nine of Stars comes the next chapter in Laura Bickle's critically acclaimed
Wildlands series.
As the daughter of an alchemist,
Petra Dee has battled supernatural horrors and experienced astonishing wonders.
But there’s no magic on earth that can defeat her recent cancer diagnosis, or
help find her missing husband, Gabriel. Still, she would bet all her remaining
days that the answer to his disappearance lies in the dark subterranean world
beneath the Rutherford Ranch on the outskirts of Temperance, Wyoming.
Gabe is being held prisoner by
the sheriff and heir to the ranch, Owen Rutherford. Owen is determined to
harness the power of the Tree of Life—and he needs Gabe to reveal its magic.
Secretly, the sheriff has also made a pact to free a creature of the underground,
a flesh-devouring mermaid. Muirenn has vowed to exact vengeance on Gabe, who
helped imprison her, but first . . . she's hungry. Once freed, she will swim
into Yellowstone—to feed.
With her coyote sidekick Sig,
Petra must descend into the underworld to rescue Gabe before it's too late . .
. for both of them.
Excerpt:
Peering through
the cattails, she saw a man with a fishing pole, standing on an outcropping. He
seemed alone, caught in a bit of reverie, gazing at his line skipping along the
surface of the water.
She dipped below
the surface of the water, toward the shiver of the fishing line. With
green-spotted fingers, she lifted the struggling fish from the hook. The line
jerked away.
The man swore.
Muirenn lifted
her head above the water.
“Holy shit.” The
man stumbled backward. “I didn’t realize you were swimming there . . . I . . .”
His expression
changed from embarrassment to curiosity as he looked at her. The pupils of his
eyes dilated. “Who . . . are you?”
Muirenn gripped
the fish close to her chest, giving a small smile.
The fisherman
crouched on the rock, setting his pole beside him. “Wow. You’re uh . . . green?
Is that real?”
Muirenn cocked
her head and slipped forward a bit in the water. The edge of her tail skimmed
above the surface.
“Is that like .
. . one of those tails that the girls have at that park in Florida? For a movie
or something?” His suntanned brow wrinkled. “No. That’s real,” he decided.
“You, um . . . want the fish? You can have it.”
She was within
arm’s length of him. She released the squirming fish into the water.
“You wanted to
let it go? Look, I . . .”
The man talked
too much. She swam closer, tentatively.
The fisherman
looked at her, at her dappled skin and the dark rust hair spreading into the
water. She wouldn’t ordinarily have been so bold. The weight off her tail was
going to her head. She let him take in the black of her eyes, the gills on her
throat. He gazed in wonder, and his fingers twitched to a small square piece of
plastic on top of his tackle box.
“Can I take your
picture? What . . . are you?”
A smile played
across her lips, and she spoke to him in a silvery voice. “I’m the Mermaid.”
“Wow. I . . .
wow. I’m, uh, Norm. Do I, like, make a wish or something?”
“You can, if you
want. I’ll listen.”
She reached up
with delicate fingers to touch him. Her fingers brushed the pockets of his
fishing vest, playing with wonder over the bits and baubles there meant to lure
the attention of fish. The man forgot about his camera and stared, transfixed.
Muirenn reached
up for his collar . . .
. . . and
dragged him down into the water.
He splashed and
flailed. She brought him down—down to the bottom of the creek. It wasn’t so
far, but it was far enough for a land dweller. He couldn’t fight her for long.
He thrashed until his lungs grew heavy with creek water. He convulsed as the
lack of oxygen reached his heart and filtered up to his brain. And then he
stopped.
Muirenn grinned,
showing row upon row of shark-like teeth. She ripped off his arm and began to
chew. It had been so long since she’d had anything but the errant fish that
wandered into her realm . . . this was a meal worth waiting for.
The creek ran
red.
Red as the idle
red-and-white bobber drifting on the surface of the water.
About
the Author:
Laura Bickle grew up in rural
Ohio, reading entirely too many comic books out loud to her favorite Wonder
Woman doll. After graduating with an MA in Sociology – Criminology from Ohio
State University and an MLIS in Library Science from the University of
Wisconsin-Milwaukee, she patrolled the stacks at the public library and worked
with data systems in criminal justice. She now dreams up stories about the
monsters under the stairs, also writing contemporary fantasy novels under the
name Alayna Williams.
Her work has been included in the
ALA’s Amelia Bloomer Project 2013 reading list and the State Library of Ohio’s
Choose to Read Ohio reading list for 2015-2016.
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