The Second Helena Brandywine Adventure
Some things are worse than death.
Helena Brandywine had what many would consider an idyllic, pampered life during the Gilded Age in San Francisco. But after discovering ugly truths about her family and community, she found the estate and trappings of wealth a Gilded Cage, from which she broke free to search for her parents.
Old foes lurk behind every corner while new forces line up against her. An immortal dragon she accidentally released continues to harass her. Unsure who she can trust, she expects betrayal amongst her closest allies.
Who are the shadowy figures set against her? Will Helena be able to rescue her parents? Will she die trying? Or worse, end up in an insane asylum?
Don’t miss Fire Under the Mountain, the second of the Helena Brandywine Series by Greg Alldredge, if you like Adventure and Fantasy with a strong female hero, then this Young Adult Steampunk novel will have you turning the pages!
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Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / SteampunkI have over 30 books published in several SF/F sub-genres; I would like to increase my international readership.
Detective Doyle Longstreet leaned against the cool bars, and said, “I hope you understand holding a police officer against his will is a serious crime.” He felt his temperature rising in the damp, dark cell. Damn it, he thought, stretching out his right arm through the bars, he failed to grab the closest captor.
The two black-robed guards ignored his threat.
“Look, fellows, my arm is killing me. Can I get some water or something... it might get infected.” Doyle inspected the wrapping Helena had placed over his arrow wound, the blood had soaked the impromptu bandage and dripped down his fingertips.
While Doyle was distracted, a guard answered his request for water with a large wooden bucket full of freezing salt water, dousing his raggedy man disguise. The sudden shock soaking him, causing a deep gasp for breath, until the salt water soaked into his open wound at which time he screamed in excruciating pain.
“You bastards, if you’re going to kill me just do it wi—” his sentence, cut short. A blast of wind blew down the tunnel with sufficient force to heave Doyle back against the cell wall. Dazed, Doyle struggled to clear his vision; the single torch in the hall vanished along with the two hooded guards, plunging Longstreet in total darkness.
“Hell,” Doyle said to the universe struggling back to the cell door. Sticking his head between the bars as far as possible he tried to watch down the tunnel; his effort futile.
“Is anybody out there?”
No one answered his cry.
“Don’t leave me down here to starve!”
Again silence.
He rested his head against the bars, to mitigate his growing fever.
“I don’t think anyone is out there to hear you,” came a soft voice from deeper in the cell.
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