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Welcome to The Wormhole and my stop on the tour.
It is my pleasure to spotlight:
Brian Freyermuth and Demon Dance.
Since 1994,
Brian Freyermuth has designed and wrote for bestselling video games such as the
award winning Fallout, Star Trek: Starfleet Academy and WGA Award Nominee
Disney Epic Mickey 2: The Power of Two.
In July of 2011 he participated in a panel discussion at the San Diego
Comicon where he explained how he helped bring a voice to Oswald the Lucky
Rabbit for the first time in Disney’s history.
Brian now has
added novelist to his bestselling career. In April 2013 he released a hot new
urban fantasy, Demon Dance, on Kindle. After only a couple of weeks it reached
number 13 on Amazon’s Bestseller Rank for Kindle Urban Fantasy eBooks.
Since the
days of the Commodore 64, Brian spent his youth writing novels or playing
games. Writing has always been a passion for him, whether it was entertaining
his teachers with his short stories, creating elaborate characters for the role
playing games he played with his friends, or creating screenplays for the home
movies he made for his class projects. He earned a B.A. from the University of
California Irvine in Comparative Literature which he uses in both writing for
games as well as crafting his novels.
Today, Brian
leads a content team at Xaviant as they create an exciting new game, Lichdom: Redeemer,
scheduled for release in the summer of 2014. When he’s not at his computer
working on the sequel to Demon Dance, you can find him exploring the wilderness
of Georgia with his wife, Juliet, and their son.
For more
information about the projects Brian has worked on and new projects, visit
http://www.middark.com.
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Demon Dance
Sundancer #1
Brian Freyermuth
Coming soon to:
Kobo
You can run all you want, but the game's in your blood.
And blood never forgets…
Nick St. James was born different. His extraordinary gifts have saved him time and time again, but they couldn't save the one thing he loved most: his wife.
Now he just wants to forget his old life, but more importantly, he wants to forget the magical underworld that lives beneath the "real" world. A place where a man's faith can determine the very fabric of reality. Where ancient forgotten gods walk hidden among us, and angels and demons fight for our very souls.
But nothing stays hidden forever. Nick's peaceful world is ripped apart when a demon slaughters his ex-partner and marks him for death. Now he must use all his gifts to find the one who summoned the nightmarish creature, but more importantly, he needs to find the one thing he lost long ago.
Himself.
Excerpt:
“I came here,” I told the cat, “to get away from my life. Why did
it have to find me?”
The cat’s emerald eyes sparkled with silent laughter. He seemed
to know how stupid that sounded, and a thin, brittle smile came to my lips.
“You think I’m an idiot, huh?” I asked. The cat responded with a
sharp meow. “Well, so do I.”
I sat up and stretched my neck. “I’m an idiot for throwing the
glass,” I told him. “That was some premium
Tennessee whiskey.”
The cat meowed again. “As for you,” I said, “you need a name.”
The animal wore a dark blue collar I had missed when he came in. There wasn’t
an ID, but the strip of cloth had a word printed on the front: Walker.
“OK,” I said, “Walker it is.” I scratched the cat behind his
ears, and a rumbling purr vibrated my fingers.
Suddenly Walker’s ears perked up and he sprang from the bed. The
hairs on my arms stood to attention, and I swung my legs over the side. My eyes
searched the room, seeking a sign in the afternoon gloom of what was crawling
across my senses.
That’s when the phone rang. “The Hall of the Mountain King,” made
up of singular electronic notes, echoed through the apartment. I leaped out of
bed and stood at the edge of the protective circle. The melody repeated itself
three times and went silent.
I stood there at the edge of the circle, my heart racing. I
strained to hear any movement, and my nose searched for a hint of sulfur.
Nothing looked out of the ordinary.
The song blasted the silence again, the tones as simple as a
child’s keyboard. With a deep breath, I stepped out of the circle and crept
toward the bedroom door. Sensing nothing, I walked into the living room.
The cell phone became silent again, but only for a moment. I
managed to snag it on the last ring with an annoyed, “Hello?” Away from the
circle I was vulnerable, and I turned to go back to the bed, but the fearful
breathing on the other end of the line stopped me.
“Nick?” Caitlin called, as if from a long tunnel. Static
overpowered her voice, like energy on a high-voltage wire.
“Cate? I can barely hear you.”
“Nick! Thank God. I need your help!”
I sighed. I came away from my protection for this? “Look, Cate,”
I said as I walked back into the bedroom and toward the circle, “we talked
about this. You know my—”
“Just shut up and listen!” she yelled. I stopped again as a
roaring filled the phone. Screams pierced the background. “I’m in a penthouse
at One-Fifty-Five Second Street. Downtown. Get your ass down here!”
“Cate, I—”
“Please, Nick!” Gunshots cracked the phone. “Jesus, the thing has
no eyes, how can it see—”
The line went dead.
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