Michael (The Curse) (The Airel Saga, Book 3: Part 5-6) - Plot & Excerpts
Kreios stood still, waiting. It was just past two in the morning and the moon hung full and fat, casting its shimmering light on the sea, long shadows over the landscape.Beyond the single-lane dirt road, a cemetery was stamped into the earth, bordered by a stone wall in disrepair. From the shaggy grass fed by ancient corpses, jutted sun-bleached marble crosses, stone angels with broken wings outspread over raised tombs, mausoleums, overgrown paupers’ markers. A huge Ceiba tree, its roots climbing like smooth gray buttresses to the massive trunk, stood in the midst of the graves. Its leaves were like six-fingered hands drooping low, shading the dead from the moonlight.A scuffling noise.Kreios turned eyes and ears to the lone tree, watching, waiting.A man stole in amongst the graves in the darkness past a large Spanish stone cross. He looked around him suspiciously as he moved toward a mausoleum, a house for the dead.Kreios prayed the information he had gained from the dying lips of his last kill was solid, that he would find what he sought and that this foolish idiot would lead him directly to it beneath the graveyard.Kreios ran swiftly to within a few yards of the man, crouching behind a white stone plinth, moving without sound.The man heaved his weight against a massive bronze placard on the side of the tomb.
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