Wendigo
Rising:
A
Yancy Lazarus Novel
Episode
Three
James
A. Hunter
Genre:
Urban Fantasy
Publisher:
Shadow Alley Press
Date
of Publication: November 3rd, 2015
ASIN:
B0163REPD6
Number
of pages: 400
Word
Count: 110,000
Cover
Artist: Dane EbookLaunch.com
Book
Description:
Bigfoot
is real. Yancy Lazarus—mage, bluesman, and rambler—knows because
there happens to be a nine-foot-tall, walking myth standing in the
road, flagging him down.
Yancy
just can’t escape his reputation as a supernatural Fix-it man even
when cruising through the forgotten backwoods of Montana. Turns out
Bigfoot has a serious problem on his hands: one of his own has gone
rogue, developing a taste for the flesh of humans and Sasquatch
alike. A greater Wendigo has risen for the first time in thousands of
years and if Yancy can’t stop the creature it could be a slaughter
for the residents of a rural Montana town.
But
even with the monstrous threat looming on the horizon, Yancy has
bigger fish to fry. He’s working as an agent of Fate, attempting to
put the kibosh on a nefarious scheme, aimed at upsetting the tenuous
balance between the supernatural nations. When your boss is Lady
Luck, however, nothing is ever left to chance, and his two cases may
have more in common than it appears. If he can’t figure out the
missing link it could usher in a new world order: an age of inhuman
creatures and walking nightmares … one where Yancy Lazarus doesn’t
exist.
Available
at Amazon
Excerpt:
Bigfoot
is real. I know the existence of this nigh-mythical figure is pretty
controversial in a lot of circles; tons of drunken bar brawls and
fistfights have started over this very topic. Money, religion,
politics, and Bigfoot: these are the things best avoided in polite
conversation. Unless, of course, you want someone to punch you in the
nose or call the men in white jackets. Don’t believe me? Next
Thanksgiving, ask your assorted family members their thoughts on
Bigfoot and see where the conversation goes. It’ll be entertaining,
that much I can promise.
Me,
though? I’ve never been one for polite conversation, and I’d love
to see the crazy-police try to haul my ass in.
Plus,
this isn’t some delusional, government-conspiracy, paranoia thing.
I know
Bigfoot
is real. There was one standing in the road, flagging me down.
Jeez,
my life.
I’d
glimpsed one years ago and at a distance. A rare encounter. The
creatures—Chiye-tanka,
for those in the know—are elusive as hell and covet their privacy
like paparazzi-weary celebs, evidenced by the fact that no one has
ever managed to get much on ’em despite what basically amounts to a
nationwide ape hunt. They’re monstrously big and about as
inconspicuous as a pro wrestler sporting a neon pink tutu, but
they’re also faster than the Road Runner high on speed, uncannily
quiet, and boast some crazy-impressive skills with illusion and
glamour constructs.
Apparently,
the creature standing in the road was the slow kid in the class, the
one sitting in the corner with the dunce cap, because this big, hairy
roadblock was taking approximately zero percent of the usual Bigfoot
evasive precautions. Might as well have been wearing a road guard
vest and waving a friggin’ hand flare.
He
was colossal, nine feet easy, all mud-colored hair and muscle. Lots
and lots of muscle—heck, his muscles had muscles with their own gym
membership. He was built on the same scale as a gorilla, only bigger.
Much bigger. His face was leathery black and flat, surrounded by
flecks of silvered hair. He had deep recessed eyes of brilliant
green, which regarded me with a strangely thoughtful expression.
He
didn’t look particularly p***ed off, which was good since I was
sure he could throw me into orbit with those big ol’ monkey arms.
Either that or put an asteroid-sized dent in the hood of my ’86 El
Camino—part car, part mobile home, and one hundred percent
badass—the worse of the two options in my book. I braked since
there was no point in trying to run the walking carpet over. With my
luck, a collision would level my car without putting so much as a
dent in Kong. I slowed to a crawl, the engine rumbling beneath me as
I tried to decide what in the hell to do. I drummed my fingers on the
steering wheel.
Dammit.
About
the Author:
Hey
all, my name is James Hunter and I’m a writer, among other things.
So just a little about me: I’m a former Marine Corps Sergeant,
combat veteran, and pirate hunter (seriously). I’m also a member of
The Royal Order of the Shellback—‘cause that’s a real thing.
And, a space-ship captain, can’t forget that.
Okay
… the last one is only in my imagination.
Currently,
I work as a missionary and international aid worker with my wife and
young daughter in Bangkok, Thailand. When I’m not working, writing,
or spending time with family, I occasionally eat and sleep. Strange
Magic is the first novel in the Yancy Lazarus series—the third,
full-length novel, Wendigo Rising, just released on November 3rd,
2015.
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