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The Wanderer Trilogy
The Sheol
The Flawless
The Hunted (coming soon)

Elemental Killers
Deadly to Love
Book 2 coming soon

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The first book in The Wanderer Trilogy.
CAN A KILLER EVER TRULY QUIT?
Being a trained killer, Kala can handle most things the world throws at her. However, when she murders her fiance, Kala's life is thrown into chaos. Forced to leave everything behind, she runs from city to city, in fear of her psychotic boss who is seeking her death. If that wasn't enough, she also has to cope with the re-appearance of her dead fiance who is struggling to keep a hold on his sanity as he strives for revenge.

I never really gave much thought to what I would do when I was older. It all seemed like a big joke to me, school, collage and Uni. Only when I left did I really appreciate all of it; the routine; knowing exactly what was happening and having a time schedule to follow. I miss all of that, and I definitely did not think that I would be doing what I am now. My life has been decided for me since I was four and I can't escape it. In my job you can’t afford to make mistakes, you can’t laugh or show emotion and you definitely can’t predict what will happen. It’s a spiral of chaos that throws everything at you. There’s no time to think, only act.

Kala

Watching the setting sun drown in the sea, I stood on the edge of the cliff. Salty tears fell from my face and plummeted towards the ferocious sea. A chilling breeze hit me sending a shiver down my spine. My long black coat battered my legs and my hair whipped my face like live snakes, with every bite they added more poison into my wound. The icy wind swirlled around me, numbing the aching pain inside my heart.

I looked down over the edge of the cliff and watched the waves break on the rocks, filling the air with salty spray. Little bits of rock broke free and tumbled into the abyss.

That’s me…my emotions are battering my heart, causing it to crumble into pieces and my soul is being dragged into a darkness from which it cannot be saved,
I thought to myself, knowing that it wasn't true.

I took one last glimpse of the golden sun that slowly disappeared below the horizon, killing the light as it went, then turned on my heels in movement so swift that my coat caught on my sword and smacked it into my leg. I stopped walking and waited for the horrid memory to hit.

* * * *

I see blood. I can hear him calling my name, but I can’t find him. There’s just an empty room with lots of blood dripping down the walls. A painful shriek comes from the next room. I run towards it. There he is. Half dead, he lies on the operating table calling my name. Rushing over to him I grab his hand to offer him comfort but stop when a man emerges from the shadows. In his hands he holds a ruthless object that glints in the dim light. Arms out-stretched, he offers me the sword…my sword.

“His injuries are fatal; he will not recover from them. I made sure of that. You should just kill him now and end his suffering. It’s inhuman to let him live like this.”

As I take the sword, the light catches the cold, harsh metal, reflecting onto his smirking face.

He knows he’s won.

Apologizing over and over, I draw the sword. A look of pure terror crosses his face. His big blue eyes stare at me accusingly as my sword draws closer to his suffering body. I apologise again and tell him that I love him when an ear-piercing scream fills the room, cutting off my words, as the sharp steel edge of my sword penetrates his heart. Now, the only noise that fills the room is the sound of his failing heart as it struggles to support his dying body.

* * * *

The sound of a failing heart stuttering its way to death was replaced by crashes as the waves smash into the rocks. Crumpling to my knees, I started sobbing.

Why? Why did I allow this? I was young, stupid and naive. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They promised me protection and security. Why didn’t I get those things? Instead they cause me more pain and I lose the person I love most.

As I uncurled myself, I felt all my worry, stress and sadness flow out of my body leaving behind anger, hatred and disgust.

They're putting everyone I love in danger and I’m helping them!

The waves thundered behind me, tearing apart the rock, the sun warming my back as I walked away.

I want revenge and I want people to pay for the loss they have caused me.

Choosing to ignore the main pathway and avoid any contact with another person, I stumbled through the bracken struggling to find the old path underneath all the plants. The faint dusty trail that appeared every now and then was enough to keep me walking in the right direction though. Every so often, a plant would catch my sword and knock it against my leg, forcing another painful memory into my mind, making me pause.

* * * *

Looking down at his cold, lifeless body, his big blue eyes still stare at me. Tears fall onto his chest as I hug him. I can feel the blood seeping into my shirt. I look at the guy who’s stood across the room hiding in the shadows.

“Why? He was innocent. He did nothing, why take his life?”

“I didn’t take his life. You killed him I…” he paused pretending to think, then continued, “merely helped you decide.”

Walking towards the door, he paused to look over his shoulder.
“In a war people will get hurt. You should think before you act, getting involved in this business is dark and you can’t afford to love, have emotions, feelings or even a heart.”

Before I could reply, he walked out of the building with a smug grin on his lips. He had just watched some one die, how was he able to look so pleased with himself. My joints had frozen in place around his cold, marble like body.

* * * *

A bleak gust of wind replaced the coldness that I had felt from his body. Getting back onto my feet I started to walk towards my car. I had drove straight here instead of going home and getting changed. My shirt that was once crisp and white was now dyed red and stuck to me. I caught a bit of hair that had blown out of place and noticed that the same red liquid that had tainted my shirt was matted in my hair. The light was rapidly fading as I walked on. Birds circled overhead like I was about to drop dead at any moment.

Fighting against the weather, I stumbled through the last of the bracken. My eyes started to fill with water. I was afraid that if I let myself cry I wouldn’t be able to stop. Hitting my face over and over again, each gust brought a new sensation of pain, feeling like millions of tiny daggers hitting my eyes, forcing me to give in and crumple into a sobbing wreck. Soon combined with the memory of what had just happened, the weather broke me and I just couldn’t find the restraint necessary to hold back the tears.

I reached my car, bawling my eyes out and clutching at my stomach to try and ease the pain. His words were ringing in my ear, they were everywhere and I couldn’t force them out of my head. ‘Getting involved in this business is dark and you can’t afford to love, have emotions, feelings or a heart.’

He’s right; I’ve given everything up because of this job. My family, my life. I gave it all up when I signed that piece of paper. I signed away a part of me and that part has been replaced by darkness and evil,
I thought.

I struggled to open the door then threw myself across both seats locking the doors behind me. I’m a wreck. Too upset to even make a noise, my body shook violently silently sobbing with shock.

What am I becoming?

The second book in The Wanderer Trilogy.

ONCE A KILLER, ALWAYS A KILLER...

A battle is going to arise soon; The Sheol and The Flawless will come together but only one can survive to continue their manipulation of humankind. The Wanderers have to decide whether to summon the courage to fight so they can save themselves from eternal unrest or whether they like being lost, immortal souls. Nachtmahr is upgrading his Sturmmen to create more ruthless and efficient killers due to interference from The Sheol, while Kala is becoming darker; her rage consuming her as she strives to fulfill her own personal mission...Kill Nachtmahr.

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