Cover me with your yellow light.
Hide me from the night’s evil plight.
Take me in your arms and shield me.
Come down to me on bended knee.
I need you tonight and forever more.
Hold me so tight until I’m hurt and sore.
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I wrote a poem to share Todd’s point of view. The human vampire has fallen for my human protagonist, Linda, but Todd must compete with another for her love. The Dead vampires and The Watcher vampires face off in the final showdown. Will Linda choose Todd or the vampire Wolf?
“Brutal winds follow close on my heels.
Thunder and lightning join the crusade.
Fluorescent lights paint the night sky
In rings of orange, yellow, and red.
A vortex of horror in unending circles
Makes its way to the town of Oasis.
I wait with a sword in hand,
Secure in the knowledge that Wolf won’t win.
The Watchers have joined the battle.
I can see them on the hill beyond.
Their raincoats flap in the wind,
Revealing their hidden weapons.
We protect Linda from the devil,
Standing firm in the fighting winds.
The Father clutches his bible of spells
To help cast the evil from the town.
Humans, vampires, and human vampires
Have come together as one.
The last battle on this earthly planet
Will determine our fate.
Linda holds onto her friends,
Huddled together in the raging winds.
Will she choose wisely?
Will she choose me above The Dead?
The time has come for the showdown.
Time has slowed to a stop.
We raise our weapons above our heads
As we wait for evil to make its final appearance.
Wolf sports a new body.
But I recognize his deadly soul.
A new package for an old one
Does not change the battle to be won.”
“Walk with me through the moonlit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
never touching down,
held aloft by our love and passion.
Follow me through the endless night
to a land where no man walks.
Only creatures as dark as the sky
dare to venture forth alone.
Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion
without retribution from humanity
as long as you remain mine.
Come with me, my ice princess.
Step away from the burning plains,
where the heat burns your soul
and love is hampered by the living.”
Wolf extends his hand to me.
The words flow from him.
His lips never utter a sound,
but his meaning as clear as can be.
We can be together forever.
But the other has followed us.
Todd will fight for me
and never relinquish his hold on me.
His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows close on his footsteps,
scorching a trail through the grass,
melting his enemy’s cold trail.
They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
dueling until the end of time
as they fight to the death.
I have always loved to read. Agatha Christie, Alistair Maclean, Robert Ludlum, and many other authors filled my young imagination with intrigue and mystery. When I wasn’t reading late into the night, the TV shows—Murder She Wrote and Columbo—entertained me with tales of murder and suspense.
Over the years, my taste in TV expanded to include such shows as Supernatural and The Originals. I searched for paranormal, murder mysteries but found few at the library or bookstore. So, I wrote one.
A career in writing has been a big leap for me. Accustomed to the number-crunching field of budgeting and the hectic commodity markets, I left my first career and M.B.A. in Finance behind to pursue my dream. I do not regret my foray into literature for one moment. Fellow authors helped me make my way through the competitive field. I write every day and even tried my hand at poetry. If someone tells you it’s too late in life to try something different, they are wrong. It is never too late to follow your heart.
The Dead Game is the first book in The Dead Game series. It brings fantasy and the surreal to the classic murder mystery with dead bodies, suspects, and clues. It offers vampires, vampire derivatives, and a touch of romance to give spice to the mix. Once you read The Dead Game, you will never look at a dead body the same way.
In Book Two, Prey for The Dead, the suspense continues as The Dead use an exclusive club in Disney World and infiltrate the rich and famous. The Dead grow in power, and not even the sun or the swamps of Florida can weaken them. Linda–my main character–and her friends join with the human vampires or hybrids to defeat the evil forces threatening to control their town.
I hope you enjoy my books. The third book of The Dead Game Series is waiting for me to write.
Book trailer: https://youtu.be/pILNxaD5XlI
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We have reached the edge.
Nowhere left to go.
We escaped the party.
The deadly game from hell.
Let’s jump into the ocean.
Swim our way to shore.
To the beach filled with tourists.
Where help can be found.
We can’t return to End House.
The evil house of illusions.
Filled with traps and dead bodies.
We will never return.
Come, take my hand.
Let’s fly off the rocks.
Soar through the air.
Like a pair of white doves.
Footsteps behind us.
Creatures fly above.
The time is now or never.
To take our chance.
THE DEAD GAME
Read me a tale, grandfather,
of battles and dead bodies.
Turn the pages, grandfather,
of the book of horrors.
Tell me more stories, grandfather,
of evil armies and sadness.
I will close my eyes, grandfather,
and wish the darkness away.
Upside down.
Nothing makes sense.
The evil succeed.
The good ones fail.
Life is for evil ones.
Dying is for the good.
If I turn my head upside down,
Will it finally make sense?
Red flows free
from the ocean
and through the town.
Red seeps into windows,
along the stairs,
And into your beds.
Red sucks dry
the innocent,
the sleeping.
Red takes all.
THE DEAD GAME
Step into my world.
Demons who walk the nights.
The doorway waits.
Step into the next dimension.
Where dreams become reality.
Horror replaces the mundane.
Welcome to The Dead Game.
Your dreams will belong to us.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
