Dying
Light
Jesse
Sullivan
Book
Four
Kory
M. Shrum
Genre:
Contemporary/Urban/Dark Fantasy
Publisher:
Timberlane Press
Date
of Publication: November 2nd
ISBN:
0-9912158-9-3
ASIN:
B014GMBV28
Number
of pages: 220 Kindle/ebook
Number
of pages: 465 paperback
Word
Count: 79,000
Cover
Artist: John K. Addis
Book
Description:
In
the wake of her handler’s death, Jesse has never felt more alone.
Her best friend is distracted by a new love. Her mentor Rachel is
missing and her boyfriend Lane isn’t returning her calls.
Worse,
a Necronite with the ability to heal any wound wants to kill Jesse
and absorb her power of pyrokinesis.
With
little to hold her to Nashville, Jesse agrees to work as a freelance
agent for Jeremiah Tate, a pharmaceutical tycoon in Chicago. Together
they plot revenge against Caldwell, the mastermind responsible for
the genocide of over 100,000 Necronites worldwide.
When
Jeremiah fails to dominate Jesse and her pyrokinesis, tensions
escalate, dividing her from her allies.
Then
Caldwell gives Jesse an ultimatum she cannot refuse.
"Kory
Shrum's writing is smart, imaginative, and insanely addictive!
I
have begun to think of her books as my Kory Krack.
I
beg of you to pick them up. You will NOT regret it!"
-Darynda
Jones, NY Times Bestselling Author of the Charley Davidson Series
Excerpt:
Chapter 1
“Come on,” I
wail. “Jumping out of a burning building is not the craziest thing
we’ve ever done!”
“If you hadn’t
panicked, the building wouldn’t be on fire,” Ally snaps back. She
tucks the bundled laptop under her arm and starts yanking open desk
drawers. Post-it notes of every color fly through the air, followed
by pens, a stapler, paperclips and a Kleenex box.
I search the open
office space for another door. Nada. Only one way in and out.
“I had to do
something.” I thought firebombing the bad guy was my one good idea
on this mission to retrieve a laptop for Jeremiah. “If I hadn’t,
we’d still be stuck with him.”
We both turn our
gaze to the locked door twenty feet away. A row of unoccupied desks
rests between us and where we entered. The office is spacious, with
rows of silver tabletops running the length of the room. Spacious—but
not spacious enough with a homicidal maniac just on the other side of
the door.
Something large
slams into the locked office door, rattling the walls. Ominous black
smoke seeps through the cracks and the smell of campfire wafts in.
That smell is surely going to cling to my hair until I wash it.
“Just because
we’ve been reckless before doesn’t excuse it now.” Ally slams a
desk drawer shut and yanks another open. Her disheveled blonde hair
hides most of her face, revealing only terrified eyes. She gives up
trying to find a weapon in the desk drawer and hurries to the window.
Her gaze falls on the street below. “God, Jesse. No. We’ll never
survive a fall from this height.”
I shrug and pucker
my lips. “It’s fine. I’ve fallen from higher. We’ll be fine.”
She blinks at me.
“You’re
forgetting about my shield thingy.” I’m talking out of my ass
here, but there is no way I’m letting him come in here and hurt
her. He can trade punches with me all day if he wants, but not with
Ally. I’ll have to find a way to break the window, jump out, and
shield her on the way down.
The door shakes for
the fourth time and a thick crack appears to the left of the jamb. A
thicker plume of black smoke rolls through the crack and floats to
the ceiling. The white popcorn tiles disappear beneath the black fog.
I go to the window
and look through the glass beside her. The glass is cold under my
palms and my breath fogs on the surface despite the growing heat of
the room. Down below, tiny cars cut corners around buildings. One
could easily be mistaken for a child’s toy.
Shit, it really is
far down.
I meet Ally’s eyes
and shrug. “We don’t have a lot of options.”
Sweat forms at my
hairline and in the folds where my coat sits snug against my body.
Chicago shines brightly around us, each pinpoint of light from the
buildings and streets illuminating the dark sky.
My gaze flits from
building to building, from illuminated window to illuminated window,
but I don’t see salvation. We aren’t close enough to another
skyscraper to signal for help. No scaffolding or window-washer
platform is available to carry us to the safety of solid ground or to
the roof above, where we were supposed to meet Jeremiah.
The coms in our ears
buzz incoherently for the billionth time. Ally sighs in irritation.
As the coms stop crackling she mashes the speak button flat with her
thumb. “For the thousandth time, we can’t understand you.
Something is wrong with our signal. If you can hear us, we are on the
34th floor of the Jensen building and we’re trapped. Send help.”
A look of resolution solidifies on Ally’s face. “Jason’s going
to kill us.”
“No.” I squeeze
her arm. “So what if he’s like a hell-bent terminator with
unlimited healing ability.” I snort, trying to hide my panic. “I’ve
got this.”
She cocks her head.
“It’s great you have firebombs and shields but we have to be
careful. We don’t know the repercussions of your powers yet.”
“And getting
ourselves locked in burning buildings with raging madmen is playing
it so safe.”
“You know what I
mean.” She steps away from the window and shifts the laptop in her
arms. She yanks open more office drawers.
I arch an eyebrow.
“A paper cut isn’t going to hurt him.”
“Paper cuts hurt.”
She forces a smile. “But we need something to slow him down. And
you’re not helping.”
I throw my hands up
and pick an aisle of desks. After uselessly searching two drawers, I
lift one of the office chairs and immediately know this flimsy,
ergonomic piece of crap won’t be able to break a window. I throw it
anyway. It bounces off the glass and comes back at me with a
vengeance, clipping my knee.
“Fuckity fuck! Ow.
Ow.”
Ally looks up from
the drawer and scowls at me. “Injuring yourself before he even
breaks into the room is not what I had in mind.”
I give her a hard
stare, rubbing my throbbing knee and stumbling to another desk.
I have half a mind
to remind her that it wasn’t my idea to come to Chicago. I was
happy in Nashville. Sure, my boyfriend Lane—ex-boyfriend—wasn’t
talking to me, but everything else was okay. The first time Jason,
the insta-healing terminator tried to rip my head off, Ally had a
fit. Jeremiah capitalized on it, of course.
Come to Chicago
where it’s safer. We have more people and more power there. And
Caldwell is up to something in the city. We could really use the
extra hands.
I just wanted to
stay in bed and mourn Brinkley, the man who’d given his life trying
to kill Caldwell. Everyone else keeps acting like I’m supposed to
be working here.
The crack in the
door widens and I see an angry eye fix on me. Jason screams as if the
very sight of me enrages him.
Gabriel appears at a
desk two rows up from the one I’m searching. He flickers in and
out, unable to hold his form with another partis—a weirdo with
powers like me—nearby. He’s crystal clear when I’m alone, but
when there’s two or more partis, I’m lucky if Gabriel can
materialize at all. This is real inconvenient given that I need him
most when the others show up looking for a fight.
“Here.” Gabriel
points at a giant rock sitting on top of one of the desks. “Use
this.”
No, not a rock, I
realize. I place my hands on the massive stone. It’s an amethyst
the size of a grapefruit. Beside it sits a little note: Don’t touch
me. Please. You’ll change my energy.
I look up, but
Gabriel’s gone.
I lift the rock off
the desktop. It sinks into my palms like dead weight, the purple
spikes poking my flesh. “Sorry, but I need your energy to club this
fucker.”
I meet eyes with
Jason again as he inches his fingers through the crack and starts
swiping at the locking mechanism we latched behind us.
“Get over here,”
I shout to Ally.
Ally makes it
halfway across the room before the door explodes. Splinters the size
of my leg fly at my face. I duck behind the desk, clutching the
gigantic stone to my chest.
I peek over the
tabletop and see Jason standing in the flames. His body smolders. His
blistered arm melts from burnt to scabby to pink. He spots me behind
the desk and we lock eyes. His face twists into a murderous grin.
“Stop hiding,”
he calls out. “Let’s do this.”
In my peripheral
vision, Ally darts to another desk, staying low.
Jason takes a step
toward me. “Just think, this power could be yours if you’d
challenge me already.”
“Fighting is such
a commitment.” I stand slowly, but keep the desk between us. I’m
hoping it buys me time if he does anything crazy like lunge for my
throat. “You have to get close. You have to touch people.
Sometimes, like you, they smell. No, thank you.”
Jason’s face goes
perfectly smooth. Was it something I said?
A flash of black
wings catches my eye. Gabriel’s still here, even if he can’t
materialize. The scent of rain overtakes me as Gabriel dials up my
power. My muscles contract and my body warms. My skin starts to itch
around the collar of my shirt and across my belly. I feel like I have
to pee.
I try not to squirm.
“You know who else is in the city? Caldwell. Why don’t you kill
him instead?”
Jason’s face
twists up in fury again. “After I’m finished with you.”
“Why does everyone
keep saying that?” I would put my hands on my hip if not for the
giant amethyst. “Don’t you think I’m a badass?”
“You’re
smaller.”
My temper flares.
“You’re trying to kill me because I’m short?”
Ally coughs on the
smoke filling the room and I jerk my head toward the sound. Jason
doesn’t hesitate.
“Jesse!”
Gabriel’s voice booms in my head.
My soul rips open,
power exploding from my center in all directions. It’s like someone
is yanking my intestines out of my belly button. I’m so overwhelmed
but I can’t stop the power from flooding out of me or even slow it
down.
Fire and smoke
whoosh away from me as if blown by a great wind. The air around me
shimmers like pavement on a hot day. Blue flames roll over the
surface of my body, suspended about three inches above my skin before
erupting outward toward Jason, the office around us and anything else
in its path. The only object that is safe is the amethyst cradled in
my hands.
The walls and
ceiling shudder under the force of my firebomb, raining dust and
plaster down on our heads. One minute the windows shatter, and glass
spills out into the night air. The next minute cold winter air is
sucked into the room.
I open my eyes and
find Jason sprawled on the floor, unconscious. My power blast knocked
him out, burned his skin, but didn’t kill him. Damn.
I come around the
desk, or what is left of it, and peer closer. His flesh is already
healing.
I try to use my
breath to slow my heart rate. I need to calm down, but my head is
throbbing.
“Ally?”
No answer.
“Ally!”
“Here.” She
pulls herself to standing in the middle of a cluster of desks that
had obviously been pushed together in the blast.
She shakes glass out
of her hair and checks the laptop in her arms for damage.
“Kill him,”
Gabriel says in my ear. The weight of the amethyst doubles in my
hands. “Kill him.”
The idea of killing
Jason and taking his healing powers appeals to me. Instead of having
to die in order to heal myself, I could simply stay alive, and after
a few breaths, be as good as new again. Wasn’t that a hell of a
prospect? Less pain. Less wasted time. Less danger for myself and the
people around me.
I lift the amethyst,
my eyes fixed on his skull.
“Jesse.”
I lift the rock a
little higher as a strange calm washes over me. No, more than calm.
Peace tinged with excitement. Oh god, I want to kill him. I don’t
think I’ve ever wanted to kill anyone.
“Jesse.”
Ally’s face
appears in front of mine. Eye to eye, she blocks my view of Jason.
“Baby.” She’s whispering. “We need to get out of here.”
Her voice. Something
about Ally’s voice seeps into my mind and untangles my thoughts.
The cold hand inside me, the one delighting at the idea of peeling
Jason open and stealing his ability to heal, grows warm. Its hold on
me slackens as her brown eyes come into focus. I can’t murder
someone in front of Ally. What the hell am I thinking?
My muscles relax and
I let the amethyst slip from my fingers to the floor.
“Come on.” Ally
squeezes my shoulders. “Maybe we can crawl down the hall a little
bit and find the stairs.”
“No we can’t go
that way—” I don’t finish my thought. The smallest movement
steals my attention and I turn just as Jason snatches up the amethyst
and throws it at Ally.
“No!” I scream
as the rock sails through the air. “Gabriel!”
My shield goes up
around Ally. The shimmery purple light envelops her from head to toe.
The rock ricochets off the force field, shoots through the broken
window and out into the night. Jason screams and runs at me, head
down as if he might tackle me like some football player.
“Fuck this.” I
sidestep Jason and grab hold of Ally. Her shield falters just long
enough for me to wrap her in my arms and yank her forward. Before she
can process what is about to happen, I shove her out the big window
and don’t let go.
Her shriek is
muffled by the wind whipping around us, tearing at our hair and
clothes.
I suppose this is a
perfectly natural reaction to your friend shoving you out of a
high-rise building.
“It’s okay.” I
squeeze her against my chest. “The shield will hold.”
“Right?” I ask
Gabriel.
“What about you?
What about you?” Ally screams.
“You will not
survive the fall.” He plummets with us, his wings folding back to
embrace the drop. “You must shield yourself.”
“Ally lives, not
me. We have a deal.”
“You must shield
yourself also.”
“I don’t know
how. You have to help me.”
“Envision it.”
Gabriel’s wings open, lifting him up into the air. “See it grow
larger.”
The field shines
about an inch or so above Ally’s skin, it touches parts of me, but
it sure as hell doesn’t cover anything important.
“Hurry,” Gabriel
says. “See it around you.”
I close my eyes and
see us falling in my head. The building rushes past us. The freezing
air tears at our clothes and hair relentlessly. Lights shine from
windows in a blur as we pass. I picture my shield bigger. I picture
it around me and Ally, covering us both from head to toe.
“Good. Do not stop
now,” Gabriel says.
I peek my eyes open
to see purple has crept over my arms and shoulder, the shield half
devouring my body—until pain erupts through my legs, my back, and
the whole world goes black.
~~~~~
I love this series so much! Here are my reviews for all 4 of the books so far.
Dying for a Living by Kory Shrum
Jesse Sullivan has died almost 80 times. She is a death replacement agent, and takes the place for people on their death day. Being NRD or Necronite has made this possible and now she gets paid to die. Everything is fine till she gets a weird looking replacement order and then suddenly someone is trying to make it so that she can’t come back this time.
I have found a fantastic series! I love these characters! Jesse is gritty and tough, Ally is sweet, and Lane is smokin hot! I love their complicated love triangle and the messy feelings it causes. The drama of the story is complex and keeps the pace flowing well. Jesse's snark is an added bonus! I am looking forward to where this series goes. I give Dying for a living 4.5 stars
Dying by the Hour by Kory M Shrum
Jesse is off again trying to defeat her once beloved father in the second book of the Dying for a Living series. This time she learns exactly how difficult that task will be. He’s picked up some abilities along the way and he will be hard to take down. But Jesse is determined. She gains new allies and sadly loses a couple too.
I am really loving this series! The characters continue to captivate me and the story just keeps getting more dangerous and exciting! I’m am enjoying this series so much and looking forward to more! 4 stars
Dying for Her by Kory M Shrum
The first two books in this series are told in alternating points of view. It bounces from Ally to Jesse and I was really liking that. When this one started it confused me. Instead of each chapter starting with a name, they started with a date. It took me a while to catch on to who was telling this part of the story. But once I got into it I discovered that the reader was getting some unique insight from Brinkley. From both the past (2003) and the not so distant past (less than 1 year from the timeline of book 2).
This part of the series was eye opening. We learn a lot about Brinkley, Callahan, and Gloria (or Jackson the soldier as Brinkley knows her) From the early details about the Rachel story to the events leading up to the end of book 2 (no spoilers), this book lends some insight that the first two books don’t and things start to click. So much goes on that Ally and Jesse have no idea about. Though it took me about halfway through this book to appreciate this alternate point of view, by the end I was an emotional wreck as I relived the end of book 2 from Brinkley’s point of view. I give Dying for Her 4 stars!
Dying Light by Kory M Shrum
Jesse, Ally, Gloria and Nikki are still fighting against Callahan and his plot for world destruction. Jesse learns more about her role in it and she meets her half sister for the first time. In this book she starts to feel compelled to follow Callahan willingly to hear him out. Has he changed, she wonders. What she does know for sure now is that she won’t let everyone she loves die. And she has finally admitted to herself that she loves Ally.
This book is one chase after another. Find Jesse. Find Callahan. Find Jesse again. It’s exhausting in an exciting way. I have not been disappointed with this series yet and I doubt I will be. This author has a way of captivating the reader. It seems like there might be one (maybe 2) books left in this series and I’m excited to see how it will end! 4 stars for Dying Light!
About
the Author:
Kory
M. Shrum lives in Michigan with her partner and a ferocious guard
pug. She has dabbled in everything from fortune telling to martial
arts and when not reading or writing, she can be found teaching,
traveling, or wearing a gi. She is the author of four books in the
Jesse Sullivan contemporary fantasy series. She is also an active
member of both SFWA and HWA.
