PROSE & AUDIO
As a massive storm converges on Brownsville Island a mysterious lone vigilante invades a well known mafia residence, but for what purpose? This is a prelude to The Terminal Tempest, a forthcoming Pulp Styled Adventure novel from the author and the Masked Marauder Matinee.
Here you will find two ways to enjoy LADY RAVEN’S adventure: In PROSE form: as a blog post here, on the web based Wattpad, or as a digital file from Smash words. In AUDIO form: as an mp3 podcast file here.
“I’ll calm down when you get down those stairs and put a bullet between her eyes!” Miles Jensen shouted at Hoke who lounged in the plush leather chair on the opposite side of Jensen’s parlor desk. Thunder boomed in the distance and the rain picked up, pelting the windows that lined the room as if Jensen had timed his outburst for dramatic effect.
Jensen was wiry and athletic with a toxic acidic personality from a steady diet of tobacco and Bourbon since he was ten years old. Standing up the tall man spun to the bar behind his desk and refreshed his drink. He didn’t bother to offer anything to Hoke and even challenged that fact to his subordinate with a sour look of disdain in the mirror backing the bar. Hoke didn’t take the bait and fished for a cigarette instead. The rain streaked down the windows and coated the slick terrace almost instantly.
“I don’t think Rutledge would like that too much boss.” Hoke, eyes down, mumbled around his fresh cigarette. His lighter clicked shut simultaneously with the lid on the Bourbon tumbler as the two men turned again to their primary vices.“