Windhaven 18
Looking for Beta readers for a vampire thriller (4th in the Blood Justice series.) Interested – dcburtonjr@gmail.com
Don’t forget to checkout Girl at Sea, a different coming-of-age story.
“Girl At Sea is a beautiful, dark, but ultimately triumphant book about recognizing evil that exists within some people, but also accepting the goodness that can be found through genuine friendship, lovers, and family. Only then can the albatross fall from our necks and we can truly be free. ” Julie Sara Porter — full review here.
Or – Fear Killer , a different psychological thriller.
WhatIfs –story ideas.
What if a woman from the future shows up to prevent the assassination of a president. After the present president was killed the VP became a cruel and greedy dictator who destroyed the country’s democracy and forced millions into poverty, and became her father. Working with rebels they created a time machine to send her back. She teams up with an FBI agent who believes her. Together they are able to stop the assassination, meanwhile falling in love. The thing is, if the killing never happens, she never exists. Will she just disappear? How deep is their love of country compared to their love of each other?
What if
What if a male vampire and a female Immortal hooked up and fell in love? How would their story play out? Maybe the vamps hate the Immortal. They can’t kill her so what do they try? What if a male Immortal is obsessed with her? Would he team up with the vamps to do…? Maybe the couple would move away. Could they have a baby? Maybe adopt an abandoned/abused kid. Maybe the obsessed Immortal tracks them down, discovers the kid and forms a demented plan to make the woman fall for him.
Talk about love that will never die.
Windhaven is all first draft. Be kind.
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Windhaven 18
After Noah managed to go below and get some rest, Leigh stayed on deck. She walked the long cockpit surveying the damage, thinking she’d start to clean up, but quickly abandoned that idea. Up forward she wandered the deck with a flashlight, inspecting the damage, all the while shaking her head and muttering “Fuck, man. What the fuck? Are you shitting me?” The muttering and shaking kept her from thinking that they were totally alone, with thousands of miles to go and could expect no help. Though she had a reputation for being tough and competent and optimistic, she was scared and beginning to doubt herself.
She barely knew Noah. They had been on different watches, but he seemed to be competent and level headed. That was good, she would need him. Deep down she really thought she could survive and get the boat to safety. Taking care of Thomas was another thing. That, she could not do alone.
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By mid-morning they had made little progress sorting out the night’s disaster. They had secured the boom and some of the rigging so they could move around. The steering still worked, though the wheel had a large dent. The extra compass had not been found.
They made a plan to put up some sail. Putting the plan in action necessitated someone had to climb to the spreaders and rig some lines. Because of Noah’s injuries it had to be either Leigh or Leigh.
Hands in pockets, they stood side by side, gazing up at the mast remnant.
“We can throw a line over the spreader, pull up a block with a line in it and I can winch you up. Easy.”
“Yeah, easy.”
Neither one made a move.
“You know there’s something else we need to do. Not easy.”
Noah blew out a breath. “I know. It’s just… that… I can’t see myself doing… that. Cutting through. It’s very possible he’ll die on us.”
“I know, but if we don’t….”
It took Noah a minute to say, “I’m terrified to do this.”
“Me too.”
Noah shut his eyes tight. He didn’t like the visions he saw. Eyes open, he turned to Leigh.
She followed suit.
He gripped her shoulders, she held his arms.
“It has to be done,” Leigh said.
“Now,” Noah said.
They touched foreheads, taking courage from each other.
“Thomas?” Leigh said.
Thomas lay still, eyes closed, breathing shallow. “Are you the Grim Reaper now, Leigh?”
“I hope not,” she said, all serious. “We need you to climb up what’s left of the mast.”
He reached out and took her hand. “Before or after you cut off my leg?”
“Jesus, Thomas. Were you eavesdropping again?”
“Didn’t have to. Knew it was coming.”
“Right. Well, now’s the time. Take these pills. They should knock you out.”
“It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”
“At some point, I expect so.”
With some difficulty, he swallowed the pills one by one.
“Noah?”
“He’s collecting the… tools.”
“I’m here, Thomas.” He took his friend’s hand. “You know what’s happening?”
Thomas gave a weak squeeze. His voice a rough whisper, he said, “For another ten minutes. You’ve been a good friend, Noah. Know this is hard on you. Nice knowing you.”
“We can talk about that later. It is and will be nice knowing you.”
“Right. Thanks for trying.” Thomas sighed and slipped into unconsciousness.
“We didn’t just kill him did we?”
Hands washed and gloved, scalpel and hacksaw retrieved from boiling water, bungee cords and quarter inch line for a tourniquet, and curved needles and thread for stitches gathered, Noah and Leigh gathered themselves and started.
Leigh held the scalpel over Thomas’s leg six inches below the knee. Her hand shook slightly. Noah gently held her hand and nodded – let’s-do-it.
Leigh, her hand steady, made the first cut across the bone. Then she cut through the flesh and muscle and tendons. No hesitation now. Slicing, slicing down to the bone, reaching under to cut up, reaching over to extend the cut all the way around. After a short burst of blood the tourniquet held the blood to a slow seep.
Noah pulled the flesh down so she could get completely to the bone. Once the bone was exposed, their expressions grimly neutral, Noah took the hacksaw while Leigh pulled the flesh tight to the knee. Noah, as if sawing a pipe, cut through the Tibia then quickly through the smaller Fibia.
The now free leg dropped away. Both of them breathed deep tension releasing breaths.
Leigh held out the scalpel.
Noah gingerly moved the dead leg away then with the scalpel made a deep incision in the left and right side of the flesh below the knee. The top and bottom flaps overlapped the bone stubs by an inch. When pressed together the bones were completely covered and the there was a closed seam all the way around.
“Is he still alive?” Noah asked.
“So far.”
“Should we release the tourniquets a little? Make sure there’s blood to the end?”
“I don’t know. Probably. A little.”
Leigh held the flaps together while Noah loosened the bungee cord then cautiously loosened the line tourniquet.
“Shit. Come on blood,” Leigh muttered.
Nothing happened for a few seconds that felt like minutes. Then, a few drops seeped out. Leigh loosened her grip. “That’s it, blood. Come on out.” Once blood colored the whole fleshy seam she tightened her grip and Noah tightened the tourniquet.
“Okay, let’s sew it up before I throw up,” Noah said.
“Fuck, man. You and me both.”
Noah held the skin together while Leigh sewed the two parts together from one end of the cut to the other. Her stitches weren’t pretty, but they did the job.
Shoulder to shoulder they watched as the skin gained a little color and blood oozed out the very end. “Doc,” Noah said, hand on her shoulder, “I can’t believe we actually did that.”
Leigh leaned against him. “Do you think he’ll survive?”
“I don’t know. I say we pour alcohol on it, clean up the blood, bandage it and get some fresh air. That’s all we can do.”
Fifteen minutes later from the cockpit they surveyed all the work needing to be done, searched for the sun in the thickening clouds and shared one of the few remaining beers. With little ceremony besides a few words from Noah they consigned Thomas’s leg to the sea.
“Weather’s coming,” Leigh observed.
“Of course it is.”
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