Author: Paul DeBlassie III
Publisher: Sunstone Press
Pages: 200
Language: English
Genre: Psychological/Paranormal Thriller
Format: Paperback/Kindle
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A young curandera, a medicine woman, intent
on uncovering the secrets of her past is forced into a life-and-death battle
against an evil Archbishop. Set in the mystic land of Aztlan, The Unholy is a novel of destiny as healer and
slayer. Native lore of dreams and visions, shape changing, and natural magic
work to spin a neo-gothic web in which sadness and mystery lure the
unsuspecting into a twilight realm of discovery and decision.
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Excerpt:
“Hush
now, child,” said a voice she recognized as that of her mother’s closest
friend.
“The man cannot harm you, mijita, as long as you are with us. We will make him think you are dead. But you must be very quiet. Ya no llores,” the woman warned, raising a finger to her lips.
“The man cannot harm you, mijita, as long as you are with us. We will make him think you are dead. But you must be very quiet. Ya no llores,” the woman warned, raising a finger to her lips.
The
woman then carried her into a dark cave illuminated by the light of a
single candle. The cave was frightening, with shadows of what appeared to be
goblins and demons dancing on the red sandstone walls. “I will return for you
soon. You will be safe here,” the woman said. The girl watched the woman walk
away, shivering as a breeze blew through the cave’s narrow passages.
Closing
her eyes, she rocked back and forth—imagining herself safe in her
mother’s arms—then opened her eyes to the light of the full moon shining through
the mouth of the cave. The shadows on the walls were just shadows now, no
longer goblins and demons. As she slipped into a trance, images flickered
in her mind. She saw the woman who had brought her to this place scattering
pieces of raw meat around the open mesa where her mother had struggled,
helped by two other women the girl could not identify.
Suddenly,
the scene shifted to a stone ledge jutting over the mesa, and she
heard the pounding footsteps of a man running toward the women. The girl felt her
heart race and her breathing quicken, afraid that the bad man would spot
them and kill them. Then the image shifted again, and she now saw on the mesa
three gray wolves circling the raw meat and the man walking away from the granite ledge. As he left, she heard his thought: The child
is dead.
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