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ISBN-10: 1-55404-232-1
Genre: Dark Fantasy/Supernatural/Horror
eBook Length: 246 Pages
Published: March 2005

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Shadowlands is a collection of stories that will leave you with a spine tinging feeling all day. From The Eye of Horus to The Raven King, you?ll want more and fear you?ll get it. I was reminded of Lovecraft, the depth and mood that McMurray brings to each story is palpable; Killing Wisdom was like running through a nightmare. When each story ends however, itís not always what the reader wants or anticipated.

Shadowlands (Excerpt)

The Eye of Horus

The sky was ablaze. Bloodied lacerations tore it apart inflicting wounds like false horizons. The air hissed and the clouds boiled. Birds were incinerated as they tried to escape the carnage.

On the ground below it rained fire. Showers of flame poured from the heavenly inferno and scorched the land from the mountains to the sea. The rocks steamed and the earth smouldered. The snakes that wriggled across the ancient sand ignited as they slithered.

Amidst it all, they ran. The courtiers and the concubines; the slaves and the soldiers; the farmers and the fishermen. But there was nowhere to hide. The world was at war, the apocalypse upon them.

Above it all was the eye, all seeing and all-powerful. Bright, fiery and lethal.

"Professor, are you all right?"

The professor removed his hand and the fires burned out and the screams faded.

"Professor Allen? Whatís wrong? Dexter, whatís the matter?"

The smell of burning flesh was replaced by something more familiar.

"Sir, are you feeling O.K?"

"" mumbled the professor.

The pretty face of a twenty-year-old woman stared at him as she knelt down before him.

The professor, still groggy from the visions, took a second or two to re-orient himself.

"Oh, yes, yes, I?m fine. Thank you Kirsty."

"You looked a bit weird."

"Must be the heat. Never was one for the heat, you know."

"Well, as long as you?re all right why don?t you come and have some lunch?"

"Let me guess, sausages?" said the professor.

"You must be psychic," smiled Kirsty.

"That and the fact you don?t know how to cook anything else on that bloody barbeque. I can recognise the scent of burning sausages anywhere now."

"Damn cheek," laughed Kirsty.

Kirsty helped professor Allen to his feet then turned her gaze to the ground.

"What do you think it is?" she asked, the laughter being replaced by a frown.

The professor looked once more at the artefact. It was almost totally uncovered now and it was huge. Possibly ten metres across. From what he could tell it looked like a prefect disc and now it had been exposed and wiped free of sand, its glassy surface seemed to scintillate.

"I have no idea," replied the professor, "but it looks like itís madeof some sort of crystal."

"Must be modern, though," said Kirsty.

"Yeah, well obviously. I don?t think the ancient Egyptians had the technology to make anything like that."

"What about the wrapping?"

"Looks like bandages to me, particularly the way itís been wrapped."

"Don?t tell me the pharaohs have started to mummify bits of rock now."

"We?ll find out soon enough. The test results are due back soon. They will determine what the wrapping is and, hopefully, if it is partly organic, what age the thing is. Now for more important things."

"Like what," asked Kirsty,

"Like burnt sausages."

From a sand dune above the dig, a pair of eyes watched through binoculars. A pair of terrified eyes. The figure realised only too well what had been unearthed.

He reached into his jacked and fished out a phone. His hand shaking, he dialled a few digits. After a brief pause he spoke, fear in his quivering voice."

"Yes, itís definitely it. They?ve found it."

Then, switching off the phone he turned and rode of across the desert, the horseís hooves kicking up the burning, Egyptian sand.