Ninie Hammon’s Blog for Readers

#2 Sneak Peek at The Knowing, Book Three

Posted: December 8, 2016, 10:08PM

 The Knowing is a trilogy--three books that tell a  single story
that's too big to tell in one. 

(This is the second exclusive sneak peek I've provided at The Knowing: Book Three manuscript. If you haven't had a chance to read the first one yet, you'll find it here)

 

You only need a little set-up for what you're about to read to make sense. Something terrible has happened to Theresa and Daniel has gone for a walk in a park to clear his head.

  For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the                    authorities, against the powers of this dark world.

                                                     The Bible, Ephesians 6:12

                

  There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
                                                     William Shakespeare 

                                                            

 The Devil went down to Georgia, lookin' for a soul to steal.

                                                     Charlie Daniels 

 

                            THE KNOWING:
                               BOOK THREE

                                      By Ninie Hammon  

The park entrance proclaimed Hardwick Memorial Park on an archway. It was the only opening in a solid wall of bushes that looked as impenetrable as the ones that lined the roads in rural England where Daniel had hitchhiked for a summer after he graduated from college.

A walking track transcribed the inside edge of the hedge and there was a large playground area in the center. Between the playground and the hedge were clumps of bushes, stands of trees and neat flower gardens. Daniel was surprised to note that the old fashioned playground was just as he remembered it. No rubber mats beneath the monkey bars, the jungle gym or the slide. Just dirt, where the grass had been worn away by countless little feet. There was an old-fashioned merry-go-round, too, a creaky wooden one.

Wouldn’t want to pay the liability insurance on that puppy!

The park was deserted, not surprising given the threatening clouds. Daniel was glad, grateful for the solitude. He took a deep breath of air scented with fresh-mown grass, autumn mums and coming rain and set off around the path. He hadn’t walked a hundred yards before he heard the first rumble of thunder. He stopped and searched what he could see of the park for any structure that would provide protection if it rained. Who was he kidding—when it rained. Nothing was in sight, but maybe farther on there was a shed, an overhanging roof on a concession stand—something—so he continued walking.

He turned a slight bend in the trail and that’s when he heard it. At first he thought it was a kitten or a puppy, but he quickly realized the sound was a crying child. He couldn’t quite locate the source of the sound, though. He looked around but could see nobody. The crying seemed to be coming from everywhere and nowhere. He hurried farther down the trail where it snaked among huge azaleas and neatly trimmed burning bushes. The sound was louder but still directionless. The crying had ramped up by then, had gone from pitiful tears to heartbroken sobbing.

Daniel became mildly frantic, unable to find the crying child. He searched behind and beneath bushes as if he were hunting for Easter eggs.

Then he saw her—sitting right in the middle of the walking path only about fifty feet farther down. A little girl, seven, maybe eight years old, with long red braids hanging down her back. She sat Indian style on the mulched trail with her head in her hands, sobbing.

But the thing was, he would have sworn he could see that section of the trail from the other side of the bushes and she hadn’t been there before.

Well, clearly, she was there now, so he approached her—not too fast, didn’t want to spook her. She’d likely been warned not to talk to strangers.

The sky grumbled and rumbled. Distant thunder sounded strangely menacing, sending a chill down Daniel’s spine that had nothing to do with the cold wind that had suddenly come up. The wind tugged at his shirt and pushed dry leaves tumbling across the ground with an unpleasant scuttling sound.

When he was about twenty feet away from the little girl, he spoke to her.

“Are you all right? If you’re lost, I’d be glad to help you find your mommy.” He held out his hands in front of him as he approached her slowly. “I’ve got a little girl just about your age, only she doesn’t have pretty red hair like yours. Her name’s Andi. Maybe the two of you could play together sometime.”

The little girl didn’t acknowledge his presence in any way, maybe hadn’t even heard him approach. She simply continued to cry, great heaving, wrenching, broken-hearted sobs.

She still hadn’t looked up when he reached her, so he got down on one knee, put out his hand to touch her and then thought better of it and drew it back.

“Honey,” he said louder, calm but loud. She had to hear him, he was less than three feet away. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but I’d like to help if I can.”

She stopped sobbing. Didn’t crank down into crying, whimpering, then sniveling. Just stopped, like turning off a faucet. But she kept her face buried in her hands.

“Are you lost?”

She slowly lifted her head and looked at him. Blue eyes in a face so covered in red freckles if she’d had even one more, she’d have had to hold it in her hand. She blinked and big tears ran down the freckled cheeks. She got to her knees as if to stand.

And then she lunged at him.

She hit him square in the chest with such force that even if he hadn’t been off balance on one knee, he’d never have been able to stand up to the blow. The impact bowled him over onto his back with her on top of him, hammering his face with her fists, emitting a rumbling sound deep in her throat that sounded like the growl of a wolf or a mad dog.

Daniel put his left arm up in front of his face to shield it and grabbed her with his right hand. But he couldn’t hold on. Victor Alexander had broken his wrist, snapped it like a twig the day he shot Emily. Untold hours of physical therapy in the months since had restored much of the use of the hand but his wrist was still weak. The little girl buried her teeth in the forearm he was using as a shield, bit down through the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt into his flesh and a lightning bolt of pure pain rocked him. He tried again to grab her, maybe get hold of her braids. He understood now what he was dealing with. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen this kind of superhuman strength. But still… she was a kid, he couldn’t hit her! Too quick for him to grab, she dodged his hand and caught the side of it in her mouth and bit him again.

He tried to roll over, to roll her off him, batting at her, but she was relentless. She jammed a fist into his right eye and he couldn’t see. He grabbed her arm, held onto it this time and fought to catch the other one when something smashed into the side of his head so solidly he relaxed his grip on her arm for a moment and she wiggled free. Something hit him again, in the forehead this time. A rock, she had grabbed a rock and was hammering him in the face with it.

He got a snapshot of her then, just an image. Her freckled face was smeared with his blood where she’d bitten him, and she had the bloody rock raised above her head to slam it down on him again. Her eyes, pretty blue eyes, were the eyes of some wild, deranged animal.

Rain began to fall, came down in a sudden torrent, splashed in his face as he lay on his back with the little red-haired girl astride his chest, pounding a rock into his forehead. He felt himself losing consciousness, fought it, but he couldn’t escape the shroud of darkness that enveloped him.

 






Comments

Patty Giorgio December 30, 2016, 5:32PM

I tell myself I'm not going to read these little excerpts because I know it will just make me want more... It's like eating just 1 potato chip or 1 piece of candy. The excerpts just remind me of how good the story is and I Want All Of It NOW !
But, please dont stop sending them.. it's a delicious torture I'm willing to put up with. Love your work Ninie.    Reply

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Shirley Diehl December 30, 2016, 5:53PM

Wow, Ninie you sure can grab my attention! I am waiting on pins and needles to read the rest of this trilogy, the first 2 books were fantastic, I can't wait to see how you wrap it all up!   Reply

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Kathy Horn December 30, 2016, 6:06PM

I was enthralled with the sneak peek and can't wait to read the rest of the story.    Reply

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Mary Lastine December 30, 2016, 6:57PM

Wow, your words are so descriptive that it's so easy to see the pictures n my mind, like watching a movie. I'm so excited for the third book to come out that I went back and reread the first two so I would be prepared and everything would be fresh in my mind.   Reply

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Dave Richard December 31, 2016, 2:53AM

More! More! More! Am, impatiently, waiting for the rest.   Reply

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Tammy Seel December 31, 2016, 3:56AM

Love this series. Can't wait to see our heroes win.   Reply

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Desirae Bochte December 31, 2016, 4:25AM

As usual phenomenal work Ninie, can't wait for the rest.    Reply

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Robert December 31, 2016, 10:27AM

Wow, great excerpt. That'll get us coming back for more!   Reply

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Sherri lamanno December 31, 2016, 12:14PM

I loved the first 2 books of the trilogy and can't wait for the 3rd. Please let me know when it is available.    Reply

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Julie Landis December 31, 2016, 5:09PM

It's very hard to read these excerpts. It leaves me wanting to turn the page and read more. I am waiting patiently for the new release. A few more excerpts will be welcomed but painful. That is, until the book is finally released!   Reply

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Debbie Lloyd December 31, 2016, 9:56PM

Wow Ninie! I cannot wait to read this third book! I am definitely going to reread the first two! This just makes me hungry for more! See you in the kitchen!   Reply

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Peggy January 1, 2017, 4:27PM

Thanks Ninie for the "little snack"!
Loved it like expected but need more...Guess you're hearing that a lot lately...
I'm not much of a "snacker", I'm more of a "nice big meal" kinda gal.
Can't wait for the much anticipated final product!
There's nothing better than being able to read a wonderfully descriptive novel, it's like watching a movie in my mind!   Reply

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Joni L Lusk January 1, 2017, 5:40PM

Stayed up until 2am to finish book 2, waiting on book 3.   Reply

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Claudette Giacona January 1, 2017, 12:11AM

Ok, Ninie, once again you have my full, undivided attention. Lol. I am gonna be counting the days until we can finally get the full release. Love your work.   Reply

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Cheryl Pompilii January 5, 2017, 12:50AM

I didn't read the first excerpt because I knew I would want more. I read this, in fact, I kept it in my in basket tempting myself daily. Now, I WANT MORE!!!!   Reply

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Anita wallace January 7, 2017, 7:40PM

Just waiting for the rest   Reply

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Suspense Author
NINIE HAMMON

I have soooo many stories I want to tell you, so many worlds I want you to see, so many people I want you to meet. People in trouble, most of them. Big trouble they didn't ask for but there it is. Ordinary folks like you and me who are forced by circumstances to fight for their lives. And then, smack in the middle of their everyday worlds they encounter the unexplainable. It's always the game-changer.

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