Prologue to "All-American Werewolf."



Today, I have submitted my next book, All-American Werewolf, to my publisher, Next Chapter Publishing. For various reasons I've been holding back on this since January, but I'm now ready to hand it over so it can be published, which I would expect by sometime this summer. I'm very excited!

So to celebrate this achievement and to give you a little taste of what we have coming, I've decided to share the prologue with you. If you want a bit more of a flavor for the book, you can check out a teaser I published earlier on my blog of the first chapter here.

Enjoy!



PROLOGUE

Are you ready?

Are you, my Dear Friend, ready to delve once again into this world of horror, into this twisted hellscape we’ve only just started to explore – this, the Atrocissimus? We scratched the surface of this perverse space and began to expand your awareness in my first book, The House on Blackstone Hill. There I revealed to you some horrifying truths of the world around you, and now, with every step we take together in this journey you grow ever closer to knowing the truth – stark, clear, and unadulterated.

But once again, my Dear Friend, I must ask you: Do you really want to know? Do you truly want to know the unvarnished truth, to peel back the curtain that’s been draped over the Atrocissimus for all these millennia, to fully see and understand what lurks beneath you? I would understand if you didn’t; knowing the truth, the absolute truth with no embellishments, can be a terrible burden to bear. I would understand if you wanted to turn aside from this journey even now.

The secrets we’re going to unveil together are shocking and realizing that you’ve been lied to your entire life can be overwhelming. Not only that, but learning you are part of an endless supernatural war, that you are the plaything for evil entities can deeply disturb some people. Discovering that there is an entire hidden world ruled over by foul, twisted demons can be well-nigh traumatizing.

However, what I’m about to show you in this next part of my slowly unfolding series might haunt you. Realizing there are people, regular humans who willingly, even happily, traffic with these evil beings for their own enrichment and power, and the ends to which they’ll go to secure that power…well, my Dear Friend, that might be just too much.

If you’re disturbed by this level of awareness, perhaps you should turn aside. If learning the uttermost truth, if having all the workings of this massive cosmic system plainly revealed to you is knowledge you’d rather not have, then, by all means, Dear Friend, lay aside this book and continue floating in a stream of blissful ignorance. But if not, let’s begin exploring some more of the dark, dank corners of the Atrocissimus.

So, again I ask you…are you ready?

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