An exclusive excerpt from my new book: “Pike’s Peak”
The boy stepped back and tripped over the severed head of his father; the man’s dead eyes staring up grotesquely at his young son. He opened his mouth to scream but was greeted with silence. Instead of falling onto the barn floor, the boy continued to fall into the darkness; his little arms reaching out to grasp at anything. He could sense that his eyes were open but saw nothing in them. He kept falling – further down into nothing. Until quite suddenly, he stopped: abruptly but as if landing on a feather bed. Then the darkness took him.
Brian Kelly Irons 