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Strange Omens

Legends Walk Book Two

Jim Stein

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Jagged Sky Books

Date of Publication: 1/11/19

Digital ISBN: 978-1-7335629-0-4
Print ISBN:    978-1-7335629-1-1
ASIN: B07M72B1W2

Number of pages: 331
Word Count: 105,200

Cover Artist: Kris Norris

Tagline: Who wins when gods interfere?

Book Description:

Recent months in New Philadelphia have been pleasantly monster-free, allowing Edan Johnson to focus on launching the band’s new album. Music brought hope, something the world’s dwindling population desperately needed. But when a mysterious promotion company sends the A-Chords on tour and the audience splits into opposing factions, it’s clear that gods and dark forces are once again meddling.

Ed’s command of music and magic grows strong, but an arrogant goddess decrees he must not interfere. Even his own sister scolds him for casting spells. But Ed connects with the band’s free-spirited groupies and vows to keep them safe from the more sinister patrons flocking to “The Company’s” backstage events.

More hangs in the balance than the simple corruption of a few fans. These happy, bright people could be the salvation of the human race, yet are being drawn in like sheep. Someone or something stalks the tour, and evil lurks in the heart of Old Milwaukee.
Magic, monsters, and kindred spirits keep Ed and his friends scrambling to discover what’s going on behind the scenes, but an improbable friendship just might be the key to their survival.


“What now, Ed?”
Trinity asked from my left.
We crouched
behind a rotting car covered in vines and watched the Grims. Bald Jim looked to
be in charge. Shawn sat on the ground at Dan’s feet, head hung low. The bruise
around his eye and dried blood on his lip testified to the fact he had gone
down fighting. Dan probably wore the Hawaiian shirt and posed as a victim.
Trinity had
enough sense to tail them without trying a rescue. We caught up to her just
before the Grims stopped at a massive bronze doorway totally at odds with the
architecture of the ruined city. The thing was better suited for a medieval
castle, though I had to admit it was effective. Jim and Dan argued over how
best to get inside.
“Five of them
and four of us,” I said.
bruisers,” Quinn whispered. “No offense, but we couldn’t take any of them,
except maybe scraggly Dan.”
“Where’s it
lead?” Trinity asked.
Good question.
The out of place obstruction melded into the stone archway across a low
entrance to what might be a basement level. The arguing continued as Jim tried
an incantation. The door rebuffed his attempt. Oily bits of the magic
passphrase dripped to the ground. Though a simple spell, the darkness of it
differed from the elements Quinn and I used.
“You’re doing it
wrong,” Dan complained to the men gathered at the door.
“He’s such a
little shit.” Trinity’s lip curled.
“For once that’s
working in our favor,” Quinn said.
Dan stalked over
to the others, grabbed something small and metallic out of Jim’s hands, and
examined the door. Magic formed around another incantation. Shawn sat unguarded
at the entrance to the alcove. We scurried out from behind the car, circled the
intersection, and crept along crumbling brickwork. The line of the alley kept
us out of sight until I peeked around the corner. The Grims argued on, ignoring
their dejected captive. Shawn stared at the pavement.
“Shawn.” No
response. “Shawn! Time to go.”
Bleary eyes
ringed with bruises met mine. He must have taken a good shot to the nose for
double shiners to be rising so quickly. Recognition slowly dawned, followed by
half a smile that dropped away. Shawn held up his hands. I’d missed the thin
cord that bound wrists to ankles. It was silvery gray, looking more like yarn
than rope.
“For crying
out…” Quinn whipped out a knife and crept forward.
The moment her
blade touched the cord, there was a flash. Quinn yelped and dropped her knife.
“Hey!” Dan
looked up from the brass key in his hand.
“Just grab him!”
I shouted.
Quinn hauled
Shawn up by his armpits and pushed him forward. The cord forced him into an
awkward half-crouch. I grabbed his arm to haul him down the street, but he
stopped short and fell to the ground. Quinn and I pulled but couldn’t budge
him. No one weighed that much. The cord flashed and flared, its strange power
anchoring Shawn to the spot. More than that, a tether of power slowly dragged
him back toward the doorway as the Grims advanced.
“Leave him. In fact,
leave the girl. Two for the price of one!” Dan grinned his stupid parody of a
Bright’s smile.
Each man carried
a small club, undoubtedly weighted for maximum punch. Quinn worked at the
bindings. Her strange watery power flowed along the cord looking for a way to
loosen the knots. The Grims strode forward, in no hurry and—I like to
think—wary. I could have taken Dan and the freak sporting a Mohawk. But I’d
spent all year practicing my spells for a reason.
I reached for
Earth to throw up a barrier and buy us time. Just as I was about to cast,
flames leapt up between us and the men, effectively sealing them in the alcove.
Trinity stood rigid, locked in concentration as she poured on more Fire and
drove them back amid squawks of protest.
“Let me try.” I
hunkered down to examine the cord.
Earth was ready
at my fingertips, but when I tried to manipulate Shawn’s binding—as I would
stone or metals—there was no purchase. The men tried end runs around Trinity’s
flames, holding the woman’s concentration and forcing her to expend too much
power. Another minute and we’d have to carry her out. Quinn saw it too.
“Help her!”
I dredged up a
bit of old-school metal, Metallica’s “Seek and Destroy,” forging Fire to
bolster Trinity’s spell. I split off a portion to attack the ropes. Fire was an
enigma, representing the most restorative and destructive of the elements. I
honed the lyrics down to a laser focus, emphasis on the destroy part of the
tune to cut and burn. The cord swelled, resisting the heat, but frayed edges
soon curled away from the core.
invisible bond contracted, yanking him toward the wall of fire. Quinn grabbed
him around the waist but was dragged along. Even if Trinity and I cancelled our
spells, they would be pulled across searing concrete into the midst of the
waiting Grims.

About the Author:

Jim Stein’s hunger for stories transporting the reader to extraordinary realms began under one meager bulb, a towel stuffed beneath his door to avoid parental censure. He huddled with Tolkien, Asimov, and all the greats and unknowns plucked from the drugstore shelves to spin tales of the imagination.

After writing short stories in school, two degrees in computer science, and several decades as a Naval officer, Jim has returned to his first passion. He writes speculative fiction advocating the underdog and embracing protagonists with strong moral fiber, often overlaid with supernatural elements and a few dark twists. Jim lives in northwestern Pennsylvania with his wife, Claudia, and his muse, Marley the Great Dane.

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  1. Jasmine, Thanks for spotlighting my new book. I'm excited to get the word out about about its release. For interested readers, Strange Omens is FREE on Amazon until 2/2/19. - Jim

  2. I enjoyed reading the excerpt. Thanks

  3. I like the book trailer - straight, to the point, and it matches the cover art. Mr. Stein - any chance there will be an audiobook version?

    1. I hope to, but have to cancel Book 1 audio due to extended delays. So on the marketing front, I'm not sure how bad it would be to not have the 1st book in the trilogy in audio. I'll be looking into trying to contract book 2, but it may be a while. Thanks for the compliment on trailer. My son put his graphics design degree to use and made me that from scratch or xmas!


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