Title: Sliding Beneath the Surface
The St. Augustine Trilogy: Book I
Author: Doug Dillon
Author: Doug Dillon
Genre: YA Paranormal
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In America’s oldest and most haunted city, St. Augustine, Florida, Teenager Jeff Golden is in trouble. Horrible dreams won’t let him sleep, and he is up to his eyeballs in terrifying, paranormal experiences.
Finally, Jeff turns to his girlfriend Carla, and Lobo, the mysterious Native American shaman, for help. But what he discovers is a lot more than he bargained for.
A ghostly presence linked to a local historic cemetery is not only threatening Jeff’s sanity but his life as well. And before he knows what’s happening, Jeff finds both himself and Carla pulled into one of the nastiest and bloody events in Florida history. It is a place from which they may never escape.
EXCERPT
Whether that look came from seeing Walton‘s condition or seeing me in so much pain, I didn‘t know. I couldn‘t see Walton‘s face, just his bloody chin and nose. “I‘m OK, really,” I called to her. “Now, what about Walton?” I could tell by the expression on her face she didn‘t believe me. “Carla,” I yelled, again, “What about Walton?”
Lifting her head up slightly, she looked at my ancestor for a few seconds and shook her head. “Jeff, it‘s not good. He … he got hit in the chest. He‘s coughing up blood, and it‘s all over the front of his uniform. I think the bullet pierced a lung.” The memory of seeing Lyle change into Lieutenant Walton in the plaza flashed across my mind.
“All right,” I yelled, “here‘s where the trust comes in and I know you can do this. Think about how you crushed that Coke can at Lobo‘s place.”
“What? Why that?” She shouted back.
“Believe me when I say you have so much more power than you know. I felt it when you held my hand a minute or two ago.” After saying that, the pain in my arm actually lessened even more.
For a few seconds Carla was silent. “OK, so?” she yelled back above the gunfire.
“So, you‘ve got to use that same power to keep Walton alive at least for a little while.” Man it was strange, asking Carla to help my ancestor right in the middle of his dream world battle, but I had this gut feeling she could do it. Besides, I didn‘t want to think any more about what would happen if the man died.
“What? Keep him alive? I can‘t do that.”
“Yes, you can. Reach over, put one hand on his chest and the other on his head, exactly like Lobo does to get rid of my headaches. Then … well … close your eyes, pray or whatever, and imagine the blood flow stopping while fresh air goes into his damaged lung. You can do it.”
I had no real idea what I was saying. It seemed like the words flowed out of my mouth all on their own.
About the Author Doug Dillon has been writing for adults and young people since 1984, especially in the paranormal realm. An award winning educator, he spent many years as a classroom teacher, school administrator, and coordinator of programs for high-risk students. Prentice Hall, Harcourt, Mitchell Lane Publishers, Boys' Life magazine, Learning Magazine and The Orlando Sentinel have all published his work.
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