When she receives The Warning, Sarah decides to disregard it. The tables turn and now Sarah’s being hunted instead of being the hunter.
How many people have to die to catch one murderer? How far will Sarah go?
This book explores the intense violence that she must endure and the absolute horror and reality that has become her life as an Automatic Writer. The Warning begins as a flame, sparks to a fire and explodes with a violent climax in the life of a girl who talks to the dead in order to help the living.
I write books that I want to read. "The Warning" starts at a brisk pace in the first chapter and races at a quick clip until the end.
I choose to use a pseudonym for a few reasons. The most important one was because I write paranormal stories of hope as Daryl Sedore and fast-paced thrillers as Jonas Saul. I also write a little horror as Jonas Saul. The thrillers and horror are vastly different than the Daryl Sedore titles. I felt a pen-name would be better for readers to follow my works in their preferred genre.
Cold steel pressed against his neck.
"Don't be stupid. Don't say a word."
Jack lifted his hands, the house keys falling to the porch. His stomach dropped with them. Calm breathing a moment before had tripled.
"Move away from the door and keep your hands at the side. Don't raise them high. It looks dumb and may alert a neighbour."
Jack stepped down and onto the lawn. The man behind him stayed close. He could hear his front door opening and closing.
"Did you find anything?"
"No," the new voice said.
"Okay, let's move. Jack, do you see the red van on the other side of the street? That's where we're going. Has anyone seen any sign of that girl?"
No one answered him.
The street was empty. In this area, after midnight, not many people were around.
Halfway across the street, movement caught Jack's eye.
A tall girl, blonde hair flowing past her shoulders from under a red bandanna, stepped out from behind a tree.
She lifted her arms. There was a gun in her hands.
It all happened so fast.
Her gun spewed a silenced bullet. The cold steel pressed against Jack's neck pulled away. The man holding the gun fell and began grunting on the ground. He held his leg about the knee where blood gushed past his fingers.
The girl moved fast. She was standing beside the second guy, gun held between his eyes and telling him to give her his weapons or he'd lose a knee too.
Jack had stepped aside and was leaning against the van amazed at how efficient this girl was.
She stowed the guy's gun, kneed him in the groin and pistol whipped him unconscious all in one fluid motion.
Then she turned around to address Jack. "My name is Sarah Roberts. You're safe for now but you're coming with me."