by Rebecca Hamilton, T.F. Walsh, Monica Corwin, J.L. Weil, Laxmi Hariharan, JA Culican, Muffy Wilson, GK DeRosa, Marilyn Peake, Kevin McLaughlin, Carissa Ann Lynch, Vivienne Savage, Anna Hub, HJ Lawson, Emma Nichols, Shelley Munro, J.A.Armitage, Leilani Love, Demelza Carlton, Xyla Turner, D.S. Murphy, J.T. Williams

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By Darkness Revealed by Kevin McLaughlin @KOMcLaughlin Award-Winning and Int'l Bestselling Author

Ryan Blackwell thought to escape his magic by burying himself in the military college at Northshield, Vermont.

But Northshield University has a secret: a nexus of magical power that people will kill to possess.

Hiding his power becomes impossible. Instead, he finds himself in the midst of a deeper and more dangerous sorcery than he has ever encountered before.

Things spiral out of control, and soon only Ryan's wit, will, and the talent he once hoped to leave behind stand between a nightmarish creature and everything he cares for.

There is more to Ryan than meets the eye. But even with the powers he controls, can he stand against this darkness, or will it swallow him whole?

CORPORAL BERSETO pounded on my door that night. I was half expecting something to happen, so I hadn't been sleeping well anyway. I popped out of bed, hit the floor and started slipping sweats and sneakers on as he entered the room. “Drill Sergeant wants to see you, Blackwell,” he said, then ducked back out into the hall. “Be right there,” I replied. I tied the second shoe and stood up. Berseto was nowhere to be seen when I got to the hall. I crossed and knocked on Fletcher's door, but got no answer. I knocked again, louder. Still nothing. Well, he had asked for me, and I was starting to get nervous. I took the knob in my hand and tried to turn it. Unlocked. I opened the door and peered into the room. The lights were all out. I could see someone sitting on the bed in the gloom, but that was about it. “Drill Sergeant? You OK?” I asked, reaching toward the light switch. “No lights,” he said. “OK” I retrieved my hand and stepped in, leaving the door open a crack for some light. “You called for me?” He sighed, then seemed to shake himself a bit. “Close the door,” he said, turning on a small bedside lamp. I thought I could hear a little bit of a slur in his s. Had he been drinking? I looked him over as I shut the door and stepped nearer. He was sitting on the bed, both feet planted to the floor. Dressed in civilian clothes, sneakers – so he'd been out somewhere, most likely. His face was down, only partly visible to me, but he looked pale, very pale. His hands were shaking. “What happened?” I asked, keeping my voice soft. “We have parties in the wood line, you know. The upperclassman do,” he said, looking up at me. “Something we do.” I could smell beer on his breath now. Northshield was a dry campus – no alcohol allowed. But it was no surprise that the older cadets had found ways around that. I nodded. “I was out there, hanging. Been a tough week. Wanted to kick back. Good way to do it.” I nodded again. He was rambling, but I wanted to let him talk this out, so I kept quiet. “We had a little fire. Nothing big. Staff doesn't pay attention to what we do out that way, down by the river.” He drifted off into silence. “So what happened there?” “I went to take a leak in the woods, away from the fire. I stepped out far enough to be in the dark, and took care of things. Turned around to head back, but... I couldn't go. I couldn't move. Felt it out there, watching me. Hungry for me.” A chill rolled down my back. “Hungry for you?” I whispered. “Hungry,” he repeated. “I couldn't move, and I could feel it slipping closer. Couldn't see it, but I could feel it rolling in nearer.” I remembered every moment of my experience earlier that day in vivid detail. “Then I saw it.” I blinked, looked at him again. “You saw it?” I asked. He shouldn't have seen a spirit being unless it had somehow covered itself with something solid. Or unless he had Sight himself, which I was pretty sure he didn't. He nodded. “It rose out of the brush in front of me, all inky black. I could see it by where it blotted out the campus lights behind it, and where it blocked the stars as it rose above me. I felt like a mouse in front of a cobra. Then I managed to scream, and ran back to the fire.” He took a deep breath. “The guys razzed me about the scream, asked if I'd run into a man-eating raccoon. I was too shook up, they were too drunk. Didn't know how to explain what I saw, so I stood there by the fire for a long time, hoping it wouldn't come near. It didn't.” “So then you came back here?” He nodded. “Yeah, couple of the guys were coming back to barracks, so I walked with them. Strength in numbers, right?” I wasn't sure numbers would really help. This thing had made itself visible, not as a wind or even as a fire, but as something else. I didn't know what. But if it was able to be seen physically, I was pretty sure that meant it was incredibly powerful and incredibly dangerous. “Drill Sergeant,” I said. “We need to get down there, get those people out of there. We've got to get them back into barracks. They're not safe. How many people were at the fire when you left?” “Maybe a dozen?” he said. Might be enough to give it pause, I thought. But maybe not, too. “Come on,” I said. “show me where. We'll think of something to get them back to bed.” “They'll be fine, Blackwell. Let it be.” “With that thing still out there? They'll be tasty treats.” “I don't know if I can go back out there,” he said. “Listen, I ran into something earlier. Sounds like the same thing you saw, and it almost ate me, too. But I beat it. We need to stop this thing.” Fletcher looked up at me then. “Why didn't you say something?” “Because I thought it was just after me. But it's not – it sounds like it's just hungry and looking for a snack. Which those drunk kids are going to give it if we don't hurry.” He got up. Once he was moving, a little determination seemed to go a long way. He was getting some color back, and looking more sure of himself. For that, if nothing else, getting him to help was a good idea. And he'd seen this thing once and yanked himself away. I knew from experience how hard that was. Fletcher might be a bigger help than I'd guessed. We went to a light jog when we hit the hallway, and moved down the stairs at speed. Not recklessly fast, but a taking two at a time in a steady pace. We were side by side when we reached the bottom, neither of us winded. Some advantage to all the PT. The doors out onto the parade ground were double, and we each hit one, still moving fast. Neither of us were really in a hurry to see this thing again, but I didn't know how much time we had. We'd barely taken three steps from the building when that question was answered – not enough. Gunshots thundered in the darkness, coming from a ways away. I counted six shots, then nothing.

Kevin McLaughlin

Hi and hello! Very excited to be here with you today. For those who don’t know me yet, I’m a Boston writer of science fiction and fantasy. I’m an amateur astrophysicist and play with swords in my spare time as well, so my hobbies line up really well with my line of work. When I’m not hitting friends with sticks, I might also be sailing. Or writing. More often the latter than the former, but I enjoy both.

When not practicing hobbies which include sailing, constructing medieval armor, and swinging swords at his friends, Kevin McLaughlin can usually be found in his Boston home. Kevin’s award-winning short fiction is now available in digital form at all major ebook retailers. His urban fantasies “By Darkness Revealed” and “Ashes Ascendant” are available in ebook and print. His latest stories, the “Adventures of the Starship Satori" and "Accord" science fiction novels are ongoing.

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