Wednesday, August 26, 2020

The Unburned Island by Auden Johnson

The Unburned Island

Other Investigator Series

Book One

Auden Johnson

Genre: Dark Fantasy Horror
Publisher: Aubey LLC

Date of Publication: April 2017

ISBN: 9780996423427


Number of pages: 148 pages

Word Count: 30,000

Cover Artist: Auden Johnson

Tagline: A haunted island. An unusual demon. Can this team of magical investigators solve the mystery of the Unburned Island? 

Book Description:

The entire island was on fire yet only one schoolhouse burned. Everyone disappeared. Several tried taking it over but were never successful. People no longer talk about Unburned Island. It was left to rot.

Years later, Kiran, En, and a team of magical investigators travel to the island to banish whatever haunts an old building. With En acting strange, they knew this wouldn't be a simple job. Kiran develops a second ability, making their investigation both easier and harder.

 It takes them no time to realize the building isn't the problem. The island is. They never anticipated the terrible secrets hidden within the school’s campus. Maybe some of the residents deserved their fate.

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She pulled the
band off her wrist and tied back her bushy hair. Of course, it didn’t all fit
in the tie.
At least it
wasn’t in her way now. Rather than use magic or chemicals to straighten her
hair, Kiran usually kept it short. It was time to cut it again. She rarely let
it run wild like this but work got in the way. Kiran liked her hair wild and
long but it wasn’t practical. She needed to dye it again. The dark blue wasn’t
as vibrant.
Why was she the
only one drawn to this area? She usually saw more spirits than most but tests
showed Kiran wasn’t sensitive. Maybe the other people wandering the grounds
were human and she hadn’t paid much attention to that.
A terrible smell
rolled in. Like old garbage and rotting corpses. Then the odor was gone.
The smell
returned. Then it was gone.
It pulsed like a
heartbeat. Kiran followed it.
From the small
glances she got through windows, the interior appeared sturdy despite being
abandoned. The school was clearly old but not nearly as worn as she had
expected. Pieces of the stone exterior were chipped, probably due to age or
weather. Thick green vines climbed up the building and through windows. She
couldn’t see much of the roof from this angle.
She understood
why someone wanted to use this place. The island was a short ferry ride away
from the mainland. From Kiran’s first look, it seemed the land was large enough
to fit a small village, the perfect location for an experimental campus.
This close, the
old school no longer felt like a monster despite the oppressive air. Maybe the
building wasn’t the problem.
Maybe it sat
between worlds. Most believed Others’ ancestors came from different worlds and
settled here. No one knew why they ran away from home.
Grass rustled.
Kiran stopped. A figure jerked as though it wasn’t used to its body. The head
turned at impossible angles. It twitched like the broken hands of a clock. It
clicked as though each step towards her snapped a bone.
Kiran spread her
feet shoulder length apart. She made sure all the lines of her body were
straight so power could flow freely. She lifted two fingers and drew a level one
ward symbol—a circle with a simple X in the middle.
She tried level
two— an X with a line down the middle, from the sky to the ground.
She hit level
five with no results. Symbols at higher levels took longer to create. Knots twisted
in her wrist and side. The thing was close now. The smell was so bile she could
taste it. She didn’t want to inhale and get more of that stuff in her. Kiran
needed to breathe. If she wasn’t calm, the spell wouldn’t do what she wanted.
She stepped back,
making sure to keep her body straight. This was taking too long. Hopefully,
level ten would work. She made the ward sign. The creature shattered.
Kiran hit the
ground. She couldn’t hear the clicking of bones anymore.
Some magic had a
strong recoil. Wards were dangerous. You felt the effects only after the enemy
was gone. Kiran’s limbs trembled. That was about all the moving she would do
for a while.

About the Author:

An artist at heart, Auden Johnson loves photography, graphic design, and writing beautifully dark stories. She has published 13 dark fantasy stories featuring diverse characters with powers and questionable morals. She enjoys taking her camera on a long hike and photographing the scenic views. Most of her landscape photos are on sale online. Auden has a Masters in Publishing: Digital and Print and a Masters in Information and Library Science. She lives in Brooklyn with her writing buddy Oreo.

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