Sunday, February 12, 2012


An excerpt from AFTER THE MIST by Cathy Coburn and Duaine Neill, an exciting new writing team. Enjoy!


Mike Reynolds always prided himself on being in complete control, and then his world toppled into the unfamiliar. Disturbing dreams plagued him, leaving helplessness in its wake and his control slipping away.

Though adventurous and fearless the young and petite Maggie O'Reilly doesn't recognize the devastating consequences of staring unswervingly into the black piercing eyes of absolute malevolence.

Together, the two, team with five others to forge ahead on a perilous mission that becomes a dire adventure beyond anything they could have foreseen or imagined.

They find themselves in direct confrontation between life and death, love and something else, an unlikely place for evil to be hiding or should we say, to be waiting.


Mike Reynolds found himself hurrying up the side of a cliff, with no clear sense of where he was going, or how he’d come to be in a tropical environment.

His nerves surged with a sense of urgency mixed with fear. Was he running away from something or running toward something? He wasn’t sure; he only knew he had to keep going up.

He stopped for a moment to listen to the almost deafening roar surrounding him. “A waterfall. I’m by a waterfall,” he said aloud. The dense foliage obscured his view, but he forged ahead following the sound. Shoving aside the overhanging branches, he broke out into a clearing. He gazed upward. Two men fought, dangerously close to the edge of the cliff-side shelf.

Is that where I’m going? Am I going there to intervene? Mike pondered, watching the men for a moment, discomposed, a bit dazed and confused.

I don’t recognize either of those men. Do I?…Wait, they do look familiar… Don’t they?…I’m not sure.

Mike’s sense of urgency resurfaced, and he once again blindly rushed up the face of the cliff driven by a force so powerful that any conscious thoughts he had left were eclipsing rapidly.

As he pushed the foliage aside he caught a glimpse of his right hand. “Blood! My hand’s covered in blood. Is this my blood? Have I hit my head and that’s why I don’t remember anything?” Mike stopped abruptly; he looked at his bloody hand with earnest. He took his left hand and ran it through his hair, then pulled it back for inspection.

“No blood. So, where did the blood come from? I don’t appear to be bleeding.” Doesn’t matter…must hurry.

Cathy Coburn and Duaine Neill

After the Mist: February 2012

1 comment:

  1. Sounds like a fabulous book, and I just started reading it.