A man witnesses a murder. The deceased speaks in riddles. Vertigo settles in….
Adja wakes to learn he’s got the mojo. The old woman teaches him the ways of Voodoo. He must stand alone, under the guidance of Bear, against Snake, a villain, a murderer, an innate force, but there are other forces amidst the crack between the worlds.
Are you brave enough to journey…to the otherside?

You might remember a title I released first through Xlibris and then through Damnation Books called Shadowman. It was a story about a young man who learned to wield crazy powers like hexes, transformations, and control of dreams. Well, I had so many issues with Damnation Books and even more issues after they were purchased by Caliburn, but I got my rights back, edited the story properly, and re-released it at a reasonable price.

The story is now called Otherside, and it sells for $.99

Check out the excerpt below!

I felt something moving me, kicking me. I woke up sprawled on the ground. My eyes rejected the sunlight coming in from the window. I looked at the old woman. She was wincing and kicking me in the hip. Slowly, I rose to my feet.

“Time to take them cast off,” she said.

She left and returned with another bowl and another concoction. Using a brown cloth to dab some brown liquid on the cast caused it to bubble and crack. Next, she peeled layers off then placed that cloth and bowl down to grab a second cloth, a green one, and another bowl with clear liquid. She washed my previously injured joints. The stiffness vanished.

“Eat,” she ordered while handing me a plate of dried fruits and nuts.

I tore into it ravenously before drinking a glass of water in one gulp. I felt that same, watery, effervescent euphoria of a week or so ago. It felt good. I felt right.

“You must done good, Adja, or you not be so happy,” she chirped.

“I guess,” I chuckled.

She handed me a knapsack. I opened it to find all my stuff inside; my two original mojo bags, and a new one. Half the bag was green cloth. The other half was blue flannel. I also found the knife. A fuzzy, brown, fur handle had replaced the old, snakeskin handle. Bear fur? I assumed. That brought back the image of Iboga, and I remembered turning into a bear. My surprise must have shown on my face because she laughed at me. This was the first time I had heard her belly laugh. It was contagious.

“You see them ghost?” she joked.

“Nah. Was I a bear,” I asked, sheepishly.

“No, but maybe one day. Iboga was showin’ you something.”

“So, I can’t turn into a bear?” I was disappointed.

“No. You can use Bear’s strength. Bear has much power. Use it, Adja. Your task come to an end now. Collect what you need then go face Snake. Plunge the knife deep into him.”

“Doesn’t he have a gun?”

“Them bullets no match for you, you a Shadowman now. You know what to do,” she said to me. “Finish it.”

She held my shoulder and shook it gently. Her smile gave me confidence. I was going to go exact revenge upon the man who killed her grandson. I was going to kill Snake and earn the respect of Bear.

Thanks for reading. This is one of only two stories that I've ever written in first person. I don't usually like writing from such a perspective, but it worked for this story.


At any rate, grab Otherside from Barnes and Noble.
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/other...
You will not be disappointed.
Or, download a free sample from Smashwordshttps://www.smashwords.com/books/view...