{Book Tour} Drowned Sorrow - book excerpt

Drowned Sorrow
by Vanessa Morgan  

About the book: 
Megan Blackwood has lost her son in a terrible accident. Now she has come to Moonlight Creek with her teenage daughter Jenna, hoping that a change of scenery might help to put her life back together. But something odd is happening in Moonlight Creek. Something that has given water a life of its own so that it can now move, think... and kill. When Megan realizes that her daughter's life is in danger, it might already be too late.


Book Excerpt:

The nausea started around five o’clock in the morning.

It wasn’t the kind of sickness he’d gotten so used to by now. Kenny

had to cope with nausea almost every day since he’d gotten sick, but no

matter how bad it was, he had never had the feeling that he was actually

dying.

Kenny tried to get out of bed, but even before he had the chance to

sit up, a wave of dizziness swept through his body and a dark blur descended

over him.

Even looking for his pills on the bedside table was an act that had

become too tiring for him. His hands were trembling at such a point

that he couldn’t get the pills out of their box. He had to lie down again

in the middle of his activity, and he laid his head to rest on his pillow,

his breath coming in ragged gasps. Exhaustion was spreading through

him, draining away the last of his energy. He wasn’t certain how many

minutes or hours he had still to live.

He caught sight of himself in the mirror on the wardrobe in front of

the bed. His complexion was ashen, and his hair, limp with sweat and

matted down against his scalp, framed a face he could barely recognize.

His eyes seemed to have sunk deep within their sockets, peering out

suspiciously from beneath the ridges of his brow.

Earlier this morning, he had felt better, confident that his strength and

health would return to him real soon. But as the hours passed, he’d

slowly begun to feel the weakness of the cancer creeping up on him once

more and now the disease had come back even more violently than ever

before.Now he knew for sure that there wasn’t much time left.

Kenny Fisher would die.

Not in some vague, distant future, but probably somewhere in the

hours to come.And the rage to beat his cancer was on him again. His

fist clenched and he wanted to get back on his feet. He tried to walk

towards the door of his hotel room with all the force he could muster.

A few minutes later, he tapped at Eva’s door. It seemed to take an

eternity before she finally opened. From the look on her face, he could

tell that she knew why he was there.

“I think it’s time to make a few decisions,” Kenny said. “I believe

it’s getting serious.”

 

“You’ve been sick before,” Eva said.

“It’s not the first time that I’m nauseated, but it has never been this

bad,” Kenny said with a scowl. “Can I at least come in?”

Eva opened the door for him and Kenny stumbled inside.

“I’m gonna die if I don’t do something fast,” Kenny said. A violent

stab of nausea slashed through him again and he fell onto his hands and

knees. He could hardly stand up anymore.

For a moment it seemed that Eva was going to change her mind, but

then she nodded. As if in response to Eva’s decision, the walls started

to leak profusely—not just drops, but heavy rivulets, as if someone had

turned on a faucet. And the water crept forward in only one direction

and with only one aim in mind.

It crept towards Kenny, onto Kenny, creeping onto his legs, arms,

and torso as if he were invaded by millions of insects.

“You’re going to be fine,” Eva assured him. “Believe me, Kenny,

you’re going to feel better than you’ve ever felt in your life.”

Kenny struggled against the water that started to creep into his

mouth and into his nose, and for a second, he regretted his decision.

He tried to speak in order to stop the invasion, but the water filled

his mouth, his throat, his lungs.

Luckily for him, his nightmare would not last long.

Kenny’s struggles grew weaker. He was blacking out. Time began

to stretch for him, and he thought he could feel his blood desperately

trying to suck oxygen from his lungs. The last thing he felt was a blinding,

searing agony as the water moved inside his body and then, finally,

an explosion in his chest.

Even before the twitches of his dying body had stopped, every cell

started to turn into water. When a few minutes later, his body had become

completely liquid, the water crept back up into the walls.

Kenny Fisher was part of Moonlight Creek now, part of its water.

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