Tales of the Fallen, Book Two

by Nescher Pyscher

Overview

Weaver stopped. A light, bright enough to throw his shadow in crisp, sharp-edged relief across Jack’s hurrying back, was shining from behind him. The light had a strange blueness to it. Weaver turned to look.
Something hit him across the face. Jack held up a freshly blooded fist in warning, shaking his shoulder with the other hand. “No, you idiot! Don’t fucking look! You want to be a dragon breakfast? Run, you stupid, fucking retard! Run!”
With that, Jack began to sprint away into the gray, leaving Weaver to run as best he was able.
Something behind them roared with a dull, brassy ferocity that shook the ground, the sky, the teeth in Weaver’s head.
He ran.

 

Product Details

BN ID:	2940014732628
Publisher:	VOSCA
Publication date:	06/19/2012
Series:	Tales of the Fallen , #2
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	286
File size:	379 KB

About the Author

Nescher Pyscher—his real name! Honest!—lives in southeast Ohio with his wife, his son, two cats, an orange tree, a cactus, several dozen house plants, and a hundred ghosts.
His parents are fun and interesting people who spent quite a lot of time in unventilated tee-pees in the 1970s. Certain ideas were indelibly engraved on his brain, and Nescher’s personality reflects that. Rocking from one cult to another, Nescher grew up with some really weird ideas about life and his place in it. Tales of the Fallen, Nescher’s first novel, is informed by many of these experiences, and observant readers can find little chunks of post-1970s-Nescher spread across its pages like jelly.
Nescher has delivered furniture, made bourbon, dug graves; been a nurse, a Soldier, an author and a poet. His hands are dirty to the elbows on any given day and his fingernails usually have something unidentifiable drying underneath them.
He doesn’t like talking about himself much, but he thinks of himself as a father/husband/kept man first and a storyteller second. His book, Itchy Whispers—a collection of short stories—can be found at Amazon.com, his writings can be found all over the internet, and his column, Tattoos and Baby Food, about his adventures in stay-at-home-Daddy-ing can be read twice a week at The Daily Jeffersonian. His goal is not so much to be a household name as to be less of a shmuck if and when he manages to grow up.