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FURY Synopsis:
Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares
to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen
important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making
them pay for.
What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate
senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your
personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me.
Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge.
I’m Ethan Moonsong...And this is the story about how I went from
the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it
for anything in the world.
FURY
Excerpt
I took a deep breath as my fingers
found their purchase and pulled out my keys. The key I needed somehow hit home
and the lid sprang open, the knives staring at me, daring me. I watched them,
waited for them to tell me what to do, but nothing came. They laid still,
gleaming in the moonlight waiting for me too, it seemed. I sat in the passenger
side seat, one boot still on the gravel, and made the first move. Raising a
trembling hand toward the temptation, my fingers felt the cool length of each
blade.
The rage still burned in my veins and I
felt myself sobering, hesitating. No, I kept hearing. Pick
them up, a voice said, so I did. Their weight felt good in my hands,
comfortable. I breathed three breaths before gripping their handles and
twirling them quickly in my palms. Even drunk, I could slaughter anything that
moved. I was made to hunt. And hunt you shall, the voice urged.
I nodded and stood, shutting the
passenger side door, tucking the blades into the back of my jeans, and
camouflaging them with my shirt. My boots echoed with each step back toward the
bar, heavy and dark like the night that surrounded me, like the thoughts in my
head.
The adrenaline seared through my body,
heightening every nerve, intensifying every sense. My heart pounded like a bass
drum in my chest, pressing painfully against my ribs. My skin burned with
anticipation.
I reached for the door handle.
“Where do you think you’re going?” a
voice whispered, startling me.
I stopped, one hand on the handle.
“Finley, go home,” I ordered her.
She stood from her leaning position
against the outside wall of the bar, out of the shadows, and walked toward
me. Her eyes seared through me. She came to me, stood closely, the heat from
her body enveloping me.
“No, I don’t think I will,” she told
me, looking up into my eyes. “At least not alone.”
She stood tenaciously, fearlessly. I
noted how much taller she was than Cricket and it was a little bit intimidating
to me, like what she said was going to happen whether or not I liked it. I
respected her and I didn’t know why. I stared at her hard, but she didn’t
budge. No, instead, she strengthened her own resolve, her jaw tightening with
the decision and glared back even harder. She said and did things with such
righteous authority, I felt powerless to her. I’d never felt that way before
about a woman. It wasn’t pushy or irrational, it was simply as it was going to
be.
My eyes and face relaxed the moment I
acquiesced. “Fine.”
Her body followed suit and she nodded
once, grabbing my arm and leading me toward my truck. Her hand reached into my
jeans pocket, sending an inexplicable electrical charge through me, which
I promptly chose to ignore, and yanked out my keys.
“Get in,” she ordered and I obeyed.
She threw herself into the driver’s
side and slammed the door shut, sticking the keys in the ignition and turning
only once. The engine started, daring not to further goad her. The stereo
kicked on, belting something indicative of the moment we were leaving behind
us, full of bass and a sharpness so edgy it echoed through my chest and head.
She shoved the truck in reverse,
throwing her arm over the back of the bench, and her stare found mine. It was a
solid look, packed full with a storm of unspoken words. Without breaking her
gaze, she shifted into drive. She held there for a moment, driving her
disappointment in me deep down into my soul before finally looking ahead to the
end of the parking lot. I know I’m toxic, Finley, I thought, but
that didn’t stop my mouth from retching awful thoughts.
“You have no reason to be pissed at
me,” I told her, practically begging her to speak.
She didn’t say a word as she pulled out
onto the road with more punch than the Finley I knew normally would have,
turning toward the interstate. I had no clue where she was taking
us, but I wasn’t about to ask.
Just make her turn around, I thought. Tell her you won’t do anything.
I opened my mouth to speak but caught a
glimpse of her hair whipping about her determined face from the open windows
and forgot what I was going to say. I turned my gaze toward the windshield. The
light from the headlights exposing just enough of the road to make me nervous
at the speed we were traveling. One hand found the dash to steady myself.
“What’s wrong, Ethan?” she asked.
“Huh?” I asked, whipping my head her
direction.
“Too fast for you?”
“No.”
“Liar,” she said, calling me out.
I wiped my palms down the thighs of my
jeans. “Slow down,” I said, swallowing.
“Oh, now you want to play it safe?” Her
eyes narrowed. “You’re so selfish, you know that?” she asked. I was taken
aback. She’d never talked to me like that.
She leisurely drove across lanes as if
traveling more than a hundred miles per hour was completely normal.
“What?” I demanded, feeling alert. The
adrenaline had sobered me quickly.
“You’re selfish. And stupid. Let’s not
forget stupid.”
My blood boiled. “Whatever, Finley.”
“Whatever, Finley,” she mocked. “Don’t
you know I’m suffering? That I’m the only person in the world who suffers?
Can’t you see that I’m determined to be foolish, Finley?”
“What do you know of suffering?” I
asked, incensed.
Wide eyes met mine and her jaw clenched
as she pulled over, slamming us to a stop. Her hair flew forward from the force
before settling onto her chest and shoulders.
“I know more about suffering than you
could ever possibly imagine. You don’t know shit! So you got your heart broken.
So what! There are worse things, you know. There are things out there that
would curl your toes to know about, Ethan.”
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Fisher Amelie resides in the South with her kick ace husband slash
soul mate. She earned her first ‘mama’ patch in 2009. She also lives with her
Weim, Jonah, and her Beta, Whale. All these living creatures keep the belly of
her life full, sometimes to the point of gluttony, but she doesn’t mind all
that much because life isn’t worth living if it isn’t entertaining, right?
Fisher is the author of The Seven Deadly Series, The Sleepless
Series, and The Leaving Series, and was a semi-finalist in Amazon’s Breakthrough
Novel Award.
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