The Shadow King
an excerpt

It had all started with a taste. Just a taste…and then the need for more blossomed like a night flower, growing under the dark mystery of it all, slowly blooming until he was consumed by the desire to hunt, to discover, to learn. He was a man known by many names, a drifter in all aspects of life…in one place one day, and then in another the next. He was dark, misunderstood, a black angel some called him.

And it had all started with a taste…a taste for the thrill of experiencing a fear so deep it cut into the very soul, until that one moment where life flashed before the eyes was what he lived for from then on.

He hadn’t always been that way…but the need to learn to conquer fear, to know fear…to experience it at such a level it warped the mind and body…it was too much, so much in fact that it swept him up in it’s clutches as soon as he first touched it. And he wasn’t alone…there’d been several others just like him, seekers of the unknown, of things no one knew existed…those who searched the very depths of the world for what wasn’t supposed to exist, what was only supposed to be only myth…fantasy…what came out of the twisted minds and creations of people who thrived half in dream and half out. It wasn’t supposed to be real. None of it was. But the found them…they found it. Oh, boy, did they find it.
He found it.

And he hasn’t been the same since.