Witch’s Nocturne by E.J. Wesley
I’m interrupting my blog break to share some exciting news:
After receiving an ancient tribal journal from her grandfather, Jenny is sent on a mission of discovery in an attempt to unravel clues to her family’s monster hunting past. The journey becomes more than academic when she is asked to confront a coven of dangerous witches who plan to cast an insidious spell on the plains of West Texas.
Witch’s Nocturne is the second of the Moonsongs Books, a series of New Adult, paranormal-horror-action novelettes–with a Texas twist–by author E.J. Wesley.
My fingers tapped out an excited, tuneless rhythm on the steering wheel as I drove Beauty, my licorice black 4×4 truck, across town. Maybe the sudden change in the weather and the influx of warm, November sunshine brightened the gorgeous day and my spirits in equal measure. Or maybe, God help me, I was happy to be on my way to see Marshal again. Regardless, I couldn’t recall the last time a day held so much hope, like I’d been given a cheat code for infinite possibilities.
“How’s life?” Marshal asked, foisting himself into the cab of the truck.
He placed a brown, leather satchel between his feet on the floorboard. Marshal stared at me over the top of a pair of oversized, mirrored sunglasses. Combined with the plaid shorts, flip flops and pink polo shirt with a crocodile on it, he appeared to be beach ready. Or headed to a photo shoot for a store I wouldn’t be caught dead in.
“Fast.” I grinned and revved the engine.
He gave me a worried look, rushing to buckle his seatbelt. “You can’t afford another ticket.”
“Relax, Mr. Public Safety. I was kidding. Mostly. Where we headed?”
He patted the saddlebag between his legs. “I’ve gone through everything in here fifty times and have more questions than when I started. I wanted to go to the college library, try to learn more about your grandfather’s tribe. Find some language books.” “So, we go to the library and learn about the tribe and the journal. Shouldn’t be too hard. Texas is chock full of Native American history. I imagine there’ll be lots of stuff on the Apache at a big university.”
Marshal shook his head, his spiky blond hair staying perfectly still.
“It won’t be that easy. Apache was a catchall term given to several tribes. They were nomads. Historians had a devil of a time trying to keep track of any one group—not to mention they weren’t exactly friendly to outsiders. The name Apache was given to most of the warring, wandering tribes in the area.”
“Knew my cuddly personality couldn’t be all my own doing. How’ll we know which specific tribe Gramps belonged to?”
I turned onto the state highway that would lead us to Lubbock. It’d take us about an hour to get there, assuming there was no traffic. By traffic I meant some old farmer taking up both lanes of the highway with his tractor.
Marshal pulled the journal from the bag and flipped open the front cover. He held the book up, pointing to the inside corner.
“I think it’s this.”
The word Navezgane had been branded into the leather.
“Cool. Wonder what it means?”
I started to make a joke about the word hopefully not translating to Squats-in-Woods or something. One glance at Marshal’s troubled face told me I was going to like the real name a lot less.
“I looked it up online. The word means killer of monsters.”
~Witch’s Nocturne is available now~
~Blood Fugue, Moonsongs Book 1, is also available~
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(Note: These stories contain some language and content better suited for mature readers.)
~About the Author~
E.J. lives in South Texas. He likes his words and food spicy, and tries to give a little extra ‘kick’ to the stories he writes. He enjoys reading horror, sci-fi, YA, MG, New Adult–basically anything with words. In true Texas fashion, E.J. is very neighborly, and welcomes you to say ‘howdy’ at:
And now I go back to my break ;)