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Dark Rising – An Excerpt from Tim Busbey’s Upcoming Short Story, a Prequel to Novel

This post today is so fitting to me as I tell my partner, Tim Busbey, Happy Father’s Day! He’s a great Dad, trying his hardest to provide for our kids, be there for all their activities, coach their soccer and softball teams, and is always there to support all their ups and downs, celebrate their successes, and be supportive when failures happen. He makes our family a priority even while he works hard and still tries to pursue his writing dreams.

So that said, here is a post from Tim’s blog in which he talked about writing his prequel short story, offering an excerpt of the first chapter below, that will accompany his forthcoming novel. It’s an introduction for people to the world where his story takes place, tentatively titled Dark Rising. It’s a sci-fi action/adventure/thriller set in the very near future.

He’d love to know what you think in the comments below, at his blog at www.timbusbey.wordpress.com or Facebook www.facebook.com/timbusbeyauthor.

Dark Rising Excerpt, by Tim Busbey~

Mashhad, Iran

It is not going to end like this.

That solitary thought overwhelmed all others as Sgt. Brian Duncan fought to stem the steady stream of crimson that flowed from his shoulder. A jagged shard of shrapnel had slashed a ragged stream along his skin as it flew past him after the blast. The unexpected eruption had upended the truck he and his team had used to get from the Afghanistan-Iran border to the holy city of Mashhad, Iran.

Got to keep moving.

The acrid smoke burned his eyes as he struggled across the debris-covered earth toward the truck that had brought his team into this nightmare, one hand pressing a field dressing against the wound in his shoulder, and the other pulling him along. Bullets flew around him like a deadly blizzard of hot metal.

The bandage he held on his shoulder was stained a bright red, like the rose bushes he remembered his mother growing in her garden back in Royal Oak, Michigan, a vibrant suburb north of Detroit. She always took such meticulous care of those bushes, tending them with the same loving care she showed her two sons. But he quickly put those thoughts out of his head. This mission was too important to be distracted by thoughts of home. If his team failed, there wouldn’t be a home to go back to.

I’ve got to make it. Everything depends on it.

He looked up and felt a surge of hope. He was almost there. With a final, desperate tug, he eased his battered body behind the fiery remains of the truck, which now rested on its side. Brian shielded his face from the heat of the flames that roared from the engine compartment.

It had probably been less than a minute since his team’s mission had gone sideways but it seemed as if he had been crawling for hours. But there was no time to rest. He slowly poked his head up and saw their Iranian driver still belted in his seat. It only took a glance to see that this was going to be the young man’s final mission.

He risked a peek around the front of the burning truck and was greeted by another hail of gunfire. The barrage of bullets seemed to be coming from all directions at once.

How many soldiers are out there and where are they?

“Ortega. Can you hear me?” No answer on his headset. “Mason. Jamison. Riley. Wilson. Anyone out there?” No one. Either all his teammates were dead or their communications gear was on the fritz.

Am I the only one left? Can I complete this mission alone?

Above the roar of the battle, Brian could hear anguished screams, maybe from one of his teammates. Another yell pierced through the tumult and bore its way deep into Brian’s frazzled brain. This wasn’t his first firefight, but that didn’t make it any easier to stay calm and think clearly when in the midst of the fray. Blood-curdling screams like those could rattle even the steeliest of men. Several deep breaths and a moment of stillness helped clear the surge of adrenaline that threatened to overwhelm Brian’s years of training and field experience.

With his thoughts a little clearer, Brian paused to assess his situation and see what his options were. His wound was serious but not life-threatening, and he would need both hands if he was going to survive this. Usually, someone else applied the trauma dressing, but since he was all alone, Brian removed the bandage from his first aid kid and did his best to apply the dressing one-handed. When he was done, he studied his handiwork. Not ideal, but it would do for now.

He had his Sig Sauer M11 at his hip and his HK MP5 over his shoulder, but only a few clips of ammo for both. He also had three grenades and two flash-bangs in the pockets that lined his legs. Better than nothing, but not much good against the horde of killers that had him pinned down. He had to conserve his ammo if he wanted to have any chance at survival. Once his bullets were gone, so was he.

He tucked himself tightly against the remains of the truck, trying to formulate a plan. His first order of business was to make his way to a more defensible position and attempt to locate the surviving members of his team, if there were any.

As he glanced again around the rear of the truck, Brian saw the gilded peak of his team’s intended destination: the Imam Reza Shrine. The “shrine” was actually the world’s largest mosque – a 1,300-year-old massive complex that was home to a museum, a library, four seminaries, a cemetery, and a university. Millions of Muslims made the pilgrimage to Mashhad and the ancient mosque each year.

Normally, the shrine was home to education, religion and peace. But if their intel was accurate, today, it was housing something deadly. No matter what had happened to the rest of his team, Brian knew that he had to make his way to the mosque and attempt to complete their mission.

Snap!

Brian whirled, squeezing the trigger on his MP5. The approaching figure crumpled to the ground at his feet. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw that the bloodied form was not one of his teammates, although he knew it could have been. He had pulled the trigger without even a thought; without even seeing who it was. That probably had saved his life, but what if it had been one of his teammates?

OK, get a grip! I really need to get out of here.

Copyright, Tim Busbey

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First Blood Author David Morrell Sensationally Smashes onto Historical Thriller Scene with Murder as a Fine Art

Murder as a Fine ArtMurder as a Fine Art, a novel of 1854 London, took author David Morrell out of his usual sub-genre of thrillers (he’s commonly known as the father of the modern action novel since publishing First Blood–the novel that started the Rambo movie series with Sylvester Stallone–in 1972) and into a new realm (and time) of literature.

He tried his hand at creating a historical crime thriller with Murder as a Fine Art and he practically perfected it on his first try! However, I never doubted that this book would not also be as fantastic as his others. He’s the type of author that completely immerses himself in his research, throughly detailing each aspect, and creates with vivid images and superb dramatic sequences an entertaining and intelligent novel. 

Since I love history from the Victorian Era, and have always enjoyed the classic mysteries and dark literature of the 19th Century, I was excited to read this novel. I was pulled into it page by page, immediately from the start when it began with a brutal murder and a look into the mind of a killer.  The action is exciting, the character development is spot on, and the continuation of the plot thickening throughout each chapter all works well together to create a page-turning novel. It reads like classic literature.

His look into mid-Victorian London, the struggle between the classes, the glimpse into the psyche, the introduction and beginning of professional crime detection….a mystery written amid the sickness, sights, sounds, smells of the crowded Lond streets…..the addictions and vices….creaky carriages, cobbled streets, street lamps, and alley ways….all used to allude to the human condition confounding England during this dark period while we are held in suspense deciphering as if we are a “sherlock holmes” ourselves.

It was extremely interesting how Morrell came across the work of Thomas De Quincey, who wrote true-crime essays during the mid-1800s and, as well, about his own opium addiction. De Quincey’s work isn’t as forefront as writers such as Arthur Conan Doyle and Charles Dickens who wrote classic novels we all can list on our fingers, but when Morrell discovered De Quincey had written thousands of works, he also realized he’d truly influenced the onset of the “sensation” novel. Uncovering new literary works is engaging to me, as much as it must have been to Morrell.

Morrell utilizes De Quincey’s sensation imaging technique, mixed with particular details, to bring 1854 alive to the reader.  Then he further weaves in some witty, unconventional forensic crime detection, all to create Murder as a Fine Art. Of course, his decision to utilize De Quincey as the detective was instrumental in making this book a great historical read.  The fictional 1854 murders were a copycat to a murderer who committed crimes earlier in the century that were written about in an actual essay by De Quincey (“On Murder Considered as One of the Fine Arts”) so Morrell has De Quincey, with daughter Emily alongside, set-out to learn the truth. Mixing truth with fiction, or creating fiction out of truth, makes Morrell’s book a true intellectual mystery read.

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I am completely interested now in the 1811 Ratcliffe Highway murders, which were the most notorious mass killings of their day. They caused so many citizens living in London and its outskirts to live in fear since they were more random murders, unlike the later and more frequently written about Jack the Ripper cases, which targeted prostitutes. I was thrilled that Morrell brought light to De Quincey and the 1811 murders, as well as the true lifestyle of mid-Victorian Londoners.

Morrell did a supreme job of creating and setting scenes using various points of view in his writing as well. I think that using Emily’s voice through her journal entries really added to the novel and gave it a classic feel. It was a novel written in an historical voice, not just in a historical setting.

Still a complete model author for any creative writing professional, especially thriller, suspense, and action genre writers, Morrell stands the test of time by utilizing his seasoned skills as a base and starting his own line of historical mysteries.

Readers will be astounded by Morrell’s Murder as a Fine Art and crave more historical detective stories in this vein from his pen. I hope he plans on writing futher novels such as this, even using De Quincey or Inspector Ryan, because I am afraid it will be demanded of him! He needs to fill our reading requirements as quickly as possible! His stirring details, witty humor, sensationalized action, beautiful and emotive prose, and historical depth will leave you settling in and not wanting to arise until you’ve completely finished the novel hours later.

This is truly another historical favorite of this year for me and I’m certain it will be high on my list at my year end review of the top reads! I welcome more historical thrillers from David Morrell!

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Please don’t miss my exclusive interview with David Morrell tomorrow, May 14!! And there’s a giveaway of this exciting novel!!

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MURDER AS A FINE ART, Synopsis~

Murder as a Fine ArtPublication Date: May 7, 2013
Mulholland Books
Hardcover; 368p
ISBN-10: 0316216798

GASLIT LONDON IS BROUGHT TO ITS KNEES IN DAVID MORRELL’S BRILLIANT HISTORICAL THRILLER.

Thomas De Quincey, infamous for his memoir Confessions of an English Opium-Eater, is the major suspect in a series of ferocious mass murders identical to ones that terrorized London forty-three years earlier.

The blueprint for the killings seems to be De Quincey’s essay “On Murder Considered as One of the Fine Arts.” Desperate to clear his name but crippled by opium addiction, De Quincey is aided by his devoted daughter Emily and a pair of determined Scotland Yard detectives.

In Murder as a Fine Art, David Morrell plucks De Quincey, Victorian London, and the Ratcliffe Highway murders from history. Fogbound streets become a battleground between a literary star and a brilliant murderer, whose lives are linked by secrets long buried but never forgotten.

Author David Morrell, Biography~

David MorrellDavid Morrell is a Canadian novelist from Kitchener, Ontario, who has been living in the United States for a number of years. He is best known for his debut 1972 novel First Blood, which would later become a successful film franchise starring Sylvester Stallone.

He’s written numerous novels and been an Edgar, Anthony, and Macavity nominee as well as a three-time recipient of the distinguished Stoker Award from the Horror Writers Association.  The International Thriller Writers organization gave him its prestigious career-achievement Thriller Master Award. His work has been translated into twenty-six languages. 

More recently, he has been writing the Captain America comic books limited-series The Chosen.

For more information on David Morrell and his novels, please visit the official website. You can also follow David on Facebook, Twitter and Google+.

Praise for MURDER AS A FINE ART

“Murder As a Fine Art by David Morrell is a masterpiece—I don’t use that word lightly—a fantastic historical thriller, beautifully written, intricately plotted, and populated with unforgettable characters. It brilliantly recreates the London of gaslit streets, fogs, hansom cabs, and Scotland Yard. If you liked The Alienist, you will absolutely love this book. I was spellbound from the first page to last.”

—Douglas Preston, #1 bestselling author of The Monster of Florence

“London 1854, noxious yellow fogs, reeking slums, intrigues in high places, murders most foul, but instead of Sherlock Holmes solving crimes via the fine art of deduction, we have the historical English Opium-Eater himself, Thomas De Quincey. David Morrell fans — and they are Legion — can look forward to celebrating Murder As a Fine Art as one of their favorite author’s strongest and boldest books in years.”

—Dan Simmons, New York Times bestselling author of Drood and The Terror

“Morrell’s use of De Quincey’s life is amazing. I literally couldn’t put it down: I felt as though I were in Dickens when he described London’s fog and in Wilkie Collins when we entered Emily’s diary. There were beautiful touches all the way through. Murder As a Fine Art is a triumph.”

—Robert Morrison, author of The English Opium-Eater: A Biography of Thomas De Quincey

“I enjoyed Murder As a Fine Art immensely. I admired the way Morrell deftly took so much material from De Quincey’s life and wove it into the plot, and also how well he created a sense of so many dimensions of Victorian London. Quite apart from its being a gripping thriller!”

—Grevel Lindop, author of The Opium-Eater: A Biography of Thomas De Quincey

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