Inheritance An
Abraham Seed Novel
Genre: Paranormal Suspense
Chapter 2/Page 23
The random and unpredictable behavior of the three Blight
agents, he’s been following for the past two weeks, was just about to make
sense to Grant. He sat with his eyes closed in the small room , isolated from
any sound and little light. He’s been going over in his mind the highly
sensitive material laid out in front of him. Comparing irregularities in the system, the
population dynamics in the targeted
areas, the movements of different groups, and clusters of certain parties,
transportation dynamics and many other factors have convinced Grant that he was
on the verge of cracking what they are up too.
The agents are in different parts of the country,
during seemingly ordinary things, completely
different things, but Grant begins to see the uniformed pattern of their
behavior. As the model begins to take
shape in angles and lines in his mind; a pattern of destruction and pain starts
to evolve. A pattern, that suddenly averts from him in a jumble mixture of
senses and sensations.
Frustrated, Grant opens his eyes unable to think clearly. He
was suddenly jacked, his natural senses were flooding his paranormal sense. He
needed to get back to the patterns, the angles. He tried, but he was unable to focus on
the simplest exercise
to aid his concentration. Grant
pushes the chair back scraping it against the wooden floor as he stands.
“ The Damn!”
He was right on the verge of clarity, just about to see the
whole ugly pattern when HER essences, the very phantom of her textured scent
woofed across his five natural senses. It was
like someone had slapped him across the face, but using every part of
their being. Grant licks his lips and
closes his eyes, releasing a deep moan as though he could taste Zahila’s sweet
essence in his mouth.
“Shit!”
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