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MONDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 2012
Official cover for The Witnessing is available here.

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 12, 2012
My first book, The Witnessing, is going to be published at Desert Breeze Publishing on March 15th, 2012. Please show support by dropping by and purchasing a copy. Update: The book will also be available from Barnes & Noble for Nook, Sony, Kobo, All Romance eBooks, Google eBooks, and iBookstore.

Added an excerpt from The Witnessing here

Added a mock-up cover for The Witnessing here

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Official cover for The Witnessing. It was made by Gwen Phifer. Isn't it lovely? Click for larger version.

Here is a mock-up cover I did for The Witnessing. Click for full-size version. Mind you, this image utilizes comp images so there are watermarks on it.

EXCERPTS

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Excerpt One: Maya encounters a demon while visiting an old church.

Read here

The Witnessing Excerpt

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Here is a short excerpt from The Witnessing.

"Are you all right, dear?"

Sister Agatha had entered the cemetery and now walked purposefully toward me. She was an old woman, mid-seventies easily, but she got around like a girl my age.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

I was lying to a nun, in a cemetery, behind a church. I wondered if the Shepherd's primer mentioned anything about God zapping us with lightning bolts for something like that.

"You look panicked. Cemeteries can be a bit spooky to some people," Sister Agatha said kindly. For some reason she was the spookiest thing inside the gates of the cemetery. Every step she took toward me increased the feeling that she'd done something horrible.

I told myself that I was safe, that the Specters couldn't get in, and that if Agatha was somehow dangerous I could most likely take her in a fight. Just to be certain, I stepped onto the soil directly in front of a headstone, where the bones rested underground.

I gripped the cross that hung warmly against my shirt, closed my eyes and thought Carsan, help me. I need you...

"There's no need to be afraid, my dear," Sister Agatha said. She smiled at me and I saw that her teeth were extremely yellowed, crooked, disgustingly slimy. Her eyes were also bloodshot, now that I noticed them. I backed away from her.

"I know," I whispered, though I knew no such thing.

Agatha took another step toward me, invading my personal space. It was then that I noticed a stomach-churning odor on her. It smelled like sulfur. Her grin was disturbingly wide, and I knew at once that despite what Carsan said about consecrated ground, I was in danger.

Sister Agatha asked me, "Why don't you come inside? I can fix you a nice cold glass of iced tea."

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up at her invitation. I shook my head. "That's okay. I'm fine."

"You don't look fine," Sister Agatha remarked. Her voice was low, her tone a cruel sneer.

She tilted her head and looked me over from my head to my toe. That look was like a physical touch that left me feeling dirty and violated.

"Nice cross. May I see it?"

"You're a nun. Don't you have your own cross?"

Sister Agatha laughed. And laughed. And laughed. She laughed until it became an unnaturally loud, booming mad-sounding cackle. I noticed more changes in Sister Agatha, such as the papery quality of her skin, the bruise-like circles under her eyes, and the black wetness of her mouth, as though she'd eaten something that stained the flesh of her tongue, gums, and lips.

Unsure what to do, I retreated until my legs banged into a headstone and I tripped, falling backward. I looked up and saw that the Specters had moved in, now right up against the fence.

There were only three left. The others had vanished. My breath came quick as I began to panic.

"Get away from me," I told Sister Agatha.

She cocked her head to the side. "Why would I want to do that? I'm so hungry."

CAINA FULLER

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