I have a special treat today for all my followers here at Dark Things Rising:  A sneak peek at my upcoming book, Road Beneath the Wood!  This is book number four in The Temple of the Blind series and I expect it to release sometime this week at Smashwords, Kindle and B&N.  But just for my adoring fans here on my blog (humor me) I have for you today the entire first chapter! 

r those of you who haven’t read through the end of book three (I’m sure there was some sort of horrible catastrophe you were swept up in) feel free to stop reading right here and go get caught up.  This blog post will still be here when you get back.  If you’re just too darn impatient to wait until you’ve caught up, I’ve tried my best not to spoil too much.  But I always like a story better when I have no idea what’s going to happen, so if you’re like me, I won’t blame you if you skip the rest of this post.
In this fourth installment of my epic horror, adventure and suspense series, we find Wayne where we last left him, alone, separated from his friends, and facing a profoundly intimidating task…

Wayne did not know how long he had lain upon the cold, dirt floor of the tunnel before consciousness finally returned to him. 

He sat up, struggling to orient himself.  He was cold and naked and filthy.  He felt dizzy, his thoughts sluggish as he struggled to rise from his unnatural sleep.  He did not know what the “gift” was that the Sentinel Queen gave him, but he was fairly sure that it was nothing he’d wanted.  His body felt weighted, as though he’d performed some great physical feat, and there was a cold dampness upon his body that made him feel even dirtier than the reeking, rotten sludge that was dried upon his skin and clotted in his thick, black hair. 

He’d been through hell tonight already.  First, he was attacked by that thing inside Gilbert House.  Then he’d walked for hours, naked, through miles of dark passages within the Temple of the Blind, collecting cuts and bruises along the way and battling to the brink of exhaustion his own fear.  He’d even trudged through that disgusting lake of foul-smelling mud, only to end up at the mercy of a long, freakish woman with no face. 

He was not so much seduced by her as raped, and that feeling was like a vile worm wriggling around inside his guts. 

Even his dreams had seduced him.  He dreamt of Laura Swiff, naked and lusting, her voluptuous body glistening with sweat.  He dreamt about Nicole Smart, her amazing breasts bare and pressed against his skin as she gazed up at him with a naughty gleam in her sexy eyes.  He dreamt about Olivia Shadey, her sweet face gazing up at him, pleading with him as he reached out to touch her. 

He even dreamt about Gail Porbin. 

He hadn’t let himself think about Gail in a very long time, but as his dreams began to break apart and he felt himself rising toward consciousness, he found himself remembering her vividly.  She was a time in his life that seemed very far away, though the years between now and then were not so many. 

Gail was a confident girl, a member of the volleyball team, well liked by her friends and well admired by the boys.  She was petite, with a gorgeous figure, and the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.  Back then, she was everything he’d ever wanted.  She was beautiful, popular, sexy, free-spirited, easy going…but in the end he’d let her go.  It had been much easier to break up with her than to go off to college without her.  He’d set himself free of that leash and prepared for a new life with new friends, new women and new opportunities.  At least, these were the things he told himself every night as he lay in bed waiting for peaceful, unthinking sleep. 

His flashlight was lying next to him, still on, still intact.  He vaguely remembered dropping it when the Sentinel Queen advanced on him.  He rubbed at a dull pain in his temple and looked around.  The walls of this tunnel, as well as the floor, changed abruptly from smooth stone to coarse dirt and rock about halfway between the first and second seals.  He was sitting on the dirt, only a short distance from where the stone ended, close enough to see both seals without picking up the flashlight.  He was alone.  The Sentinel Queen was gone.

Behind him, the first seal was tightly closed again. 

He stood up and walked back to this first seal, leaving the flashlight on the floor.  This side of the stone was also covered with those odd carvings, but there was no circle like there had been on the other side.  He ran his hands over the surface.  It was hard and cold.  He pushed, but it would not budge.  Like it or not, he was locked in.  He could only go forward. 

He walked back to the place where he’d been lying when he awoke and picked up his flashlight.  Ahead of him, there stood another heavy slab of stone, the second of the fourteen ancient seals he had been told about.  On the left-hand side, amidst the shapes and lines and symbols that were carved into it, was a single circle, about ten inches in diameter. 

He tried first to push outside the circle, to move the great stone slab without the trick he’d been shown.  The seal might as well have been a mountain.  Several tons of solid stone stood against his bare hands and would not budge.  But when he put his hand inside the circle, the seal withdrew as though intimidated, rotating on its center with the ease of a well-oiled gate.  There was a sound as it moved, the coarse grinding of tons of stone across the floor, the sound one would expect to hear while performing such a feat, but the effort was absent, as though he were not actually moving the stone, but watching someone else do it. 

Beyond the second seal, the tunnel stretched away into the darkness.  He could not see the third seal from here, only a dense blackness that hovered ahead of him, almost mocking him. 

Always close one seal before opening another, the Sentinel Queen had told him, and he quickly found that he could push the seal closed from the other side without the circle.  It turned without effort until it was flush with the wall, and then it would budge no more, regardless of where he pushed.  He wondered how these seals worked, but he did not dwell upon it long.  Having permanently closed this one, he felt a quiet sort of anxiousness building within him.  What exactly was he locking himself inside? 

But there was no turning back.  From the start there was nowhere to go but forward.  The Sentinel Queen made sure of that when she left him in the tunnel and locked the first seal between them. 

He turned and began his long walk into the ominous, looming darkness as a feeling of deep apprehension began to grow inside his gut.  He had no idea what awaited him ahead.  He had no idea if there was anything on the other side of the darkness but lonely death.  He had no clothes, no supplies, no weapons with which to defend himself.  He had nothing at all except blind faith and desperate hope that somehow he could overcome this challenge and fulfill the promise he made.

Never linger long in one place.  Do not touch the roots of the trees that grow in the Wood.  If you see something in the darkness, do not investigate it.  If anything should call your name while you are down here, do not answer.  You must ignore these things.  These were the warnings of the Sentinel Queen, exactly as she had spoken them, and remembering them now, Wayne felt an icy shiver run up his back.  The things in this tunnel are imaginary as long as you don’t prove them otherwise

He had a terrible feeling that this journey was going to test his courage far more than the fear room ever could.
Intrigued?  Look for Road Beneath the Wood at online bookstores soon.  That is, if you’re brave enough…