Saturday, October 5, 2013

Not Close Enough by Rebecca L. Gillan #flashfictionbash @KMNbooks @RebeccaLGillan #free

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Karen: Rebecca L. Gillan pens contemporary stories based off the tales of ancient Britton set in a mixture of a fantasy elf realm and the modern human world. Her flash fiction tale today, featuring Grimm Hounds, will keep you on the edge of your seat.
These beasties are creatures from your worst nightmare.  

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***Giveaway: Rebecca is giving away a $5 Amazon gift card and an Ebook copy of "Catching the Hunter" to one lucky trick or treater!

Not Close Enough by Rebecca L. Gillan

             The baying of hounds in the distance rang through the silence of the frozen death of the forest belonging to the winter fae. Not that Donnella needed the warning—she knew what was after her. She pawed futilely at the faint glow of the tracker’s mark on her chest, sobbing as she tripped over an unseen obstacle on the uneven path. She looked back the direction she had come and thought she saw a hound cresting the hill. She looked around wildly for cover of some kind. There wasn’t much. She did see particularly large dead oak leaning over the road that might slow the hounds of hell, though. She scrambled up it and pressed her body into the tree trunk, hoping she might confuse her pursuers by muffling the magic beacon on her chest, though she held out no real hope of it. A person did not outsmart grimm hounds. They outran them or they died.
Grimm hounds were the stuff of nightmares. They were huge black spectral dogs with glowing red eyes and were said to feed on the dead and the dying. Legend held that they had been created to guard holy sites but the elfin black lords used them to hunt fugitives. Donnella peeked over her shoulder and saw the whole pack, at least fifty hellish beasts, cresting the hill. She buried her face in her shoulder to muffle her cry of terror but could not bring herself to look away. Her urge to scream grew exponentially when she saw who was running the pack.
“No,” she whimpered. “No-no-no-no-no! It can’t be; he’s dead!”
The black stallion the houndsman rode had glowing red eyes like the hounds. Its hooves were striking sparks against the cobbles as it ran after the baying hounds. Billowing clouds of steam pumped from its withers and muzzle as the stallion’s sweat evaporated in the cold night air.
But it was the rider that was the true horror. Deathly pale skin, shocking red hair… ruined, once handsome face. His eyes glowed, too, though with the blue of human magic rather than the red of necromantic power. Even from this distance, she could make out his features clearly because the power leaking from his ruined eyes was dribbling down his face like horrible tears, pooling in the seams of scar tissue before being whipped away by the speed of his charge.
Why wasn’t he dead?
Donnella ducked her face, pressing hard against the rough bark of the oak she clung to. She didn’t want to see the proof of her crimes but the nightmarish rider’s presence so close to his enemy’s castle beguiled her. Maybe it wasn’t really him.
She peered under her arm at the pack now milling beneath her tree and stifled another whimper. The rider was urging his mount into the roiling of mass of black bodies and glowing eyes. The hounds turned their dreadful gazes to their master adoringly. He patted a head here scratched an ear there as his mount picked its way closer through the pony-sized monsters. Donnella knew that grimm hounds only ran for this man. But he should not be alive.
So close.
She had gotten away from those hunting her one last time and made for the lands of the dark fae. The King of Winter had approached her with the plan to put herself on the throne of the forest elves. He had trained her in the art of assassination, given her spells to cleanly killer her targets. Surly he would offer her asylum if she could just get to his fortress. She had killed both elfin trackers and the houndsman so no one would be able to follow her.
But the houndsman wasn’t dead. Donnella suspected the trackers may not have died, either. The first three curses she’d used had worked as promised. But the forth one failed to kill its target. The houndsman had been the sixth person she used the spell on and he wasn’t dead, either. Everything had gone wrong and she didn’t know why.
“Are you going to make me come up there and get you?” the houndsman’s voice rasped from his ruined throat far below her. “Or are you going to pretend that if you don’t see me, I won’t see you?”
Donnella looked out over the tops of the wasted trees. In the distance, she could see the glow of the winter king’s stronghold. It was no more than an hour’s walk, she guessed. So close.
But not close enough.

The End

***Giveaway: Rebecca is giving away a $5 Amazon gift card and an Ebook copy of "Catching the Hunter" to one lucky trick or treater who answers this questions: What is your favorite Halloween movie? Is it a horror flick or something cute?

About the Book:  Events are spiraling out of control as a Hunt Lord and his lovely elfin tracker scramble to catch an assassin before she strikes again.

All Connor ap Annwn wants is one last hurrah before he’s put down as a mad dog too unstable to keep around. All feisty nobelwoman Sorsha ap Darach wants is one grand adventure before submitting to the marriage market and the drudgery of a nobleman’s wife. Neither is looking for love, but they have a common goal—find the assassin no one else has been able to catch before she strikes again. Together they fight their growing attraction as they fight their way through false leads and deadly plots. 

But the assassin isn’t the only villain out there, and the hunters quickly become the hunted. Can they turn the plots of their enemies against them in time to save each other?

Heat level: Steamy
Genre: Contemporary, Fantasy, Romantic Suspense Length: 61,278 words
Purchase a copy at Bookstrand

About Rebecca L. Gillan:
I first became interested in the paranormal at age four, when my dad let me watch Salem's Lot. For several years after, my mission in life was to catch a vampire and keep it as a pet. My older sister, who had the joy of sharing a room with me, did not enjoy me trying to use her for bait. Now, thirty years later, I write fantasy romance. My taste has gone from keeping vampires in bird cages to elves, shape shifters and the tales of ancient Briton, Whales, Ireland and Scotland. If you have ever read the Mabinogian or the Book of the Kells, you will recognize many of my characters.
Find the author at:
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Savanna Kougar said... Best Blogger Tips

Now that was truly scary!

Gerald Costlow said... Best Blogger Tips

Wonderful, scary story!

Rebecca Gillan said... Best Blogger Tips

Thanks! I was a little heartbroken when I realized I had to cut this scene from my book, "Catching the Hunter," because that Donnella really had it coming. I was thrilled when Karen gave me this fabulous opportunity to share it!

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

@Rebecca GillanIt's a great scene. So glad you could share it with us. :)

Cathy said... Best Blogger Tips


I enjoyed your 'flash fiction'. Too bad it had been deleted, but lucky us still had a chance to check it out. :)


Katrina Gillian said... Best Blogger Tips

Loved the flash fiction!

Is your story part of a series? I'm intrigued!

katrinagillian at yahoo dot com


Jean MP said... Best Blogger Tips

That was a great story, scary, but great.
Favorite Halloween movie for me is Hocus Pocus.
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Gabrielle Lee said... Best Blogger Tips

What a great story. I want more.

bn100 said... Best Blogger Tips

Kind of scary

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Theresa Ryder said... Best Blogger Tips

Brrrrh! That was really scary. I'm glad we got to read this even if it isn't in the final version of your book. It still makes me want to go read the rest of the story!

Rebecca Gillan said... Best Blogger Tips

@Katrina Gillian

Yes, it is. There are two shorter novellas that precede this one. All three were written so they stand alone, mainly because I personally hate it when a book cannot stand alone, but the story of Donnella, the evil noble woman, ties all three together. My next novel in this series will start off a new story arch.

Rosemary Gemmell said... Best Blogger Tips

Great excerpt, Rebecca!

joye said... Best Blogger Tips

I am always looking for new authors to read. You write the kinds of books I enjoy reading

Cara Marsi said... Best Blogger Tips

That was scary!

Shannon R said... Best Blogger Tips

Thanks for the excerpt. My favorite Halloween movie would be one of the classic scary movies like Friday the 13th

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Shadow said... Best Blogger Tips

Fantastic excerpt!! You have me hooked! I want to read more! Very nice! Thank you!

Emily said... Best Blogger Tips

I like cutesy type Halloween movies, not scary ones, but I do like the original Halloween film. It managed to be scary without being gory, and it truly is one of the best horror films made. Though Shaun of the Dead is my all time fave :)


Rebecca Gillan said... Best Blogger Tips

@Katrina Gillian

Time to give away the goodies! I asked my magic eight-ball for a random number between one and 14 (the number of coments minus the tree that don't count) and the winning number is 4. Katrina Gillian, you are our winner! Look for an e-mail from me!

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Rebecca Gillan says the random number generator chose #7, so Katrina Gillian is the winner! Congratulations!


Thanks so much for participating in the bash!