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Thursday, May 8, 2014

All hell breaks loose. Showdown at Evil High by @chrstnwll #paranormal



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Showdown at Evil High

Written by Christine Wall

Genre: Urban Paranormal

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Sixteen-year-old Australian, Killara Jones, is the chosen one—for all the wrong reasons. A lone psychic in the sleepy town of Khalija, North Dakota, he is a self-proclaimed freak who can see angels, demons, and a lot of other things in between.

Unbeknownst to him, his talents are a means to an end. His death has been foretold—he is a crucial element in the war between Heaven and Hell—until a fallen angel named Sullivan steps in.

With Killara very much alive, he and Sullivan must break an ancient pact, stop Killara’s classmates from selling their souls, and prevent the Gates of Hell from opening again. Bad angels, good demons, and a teenager who just wants to survive. Only by believing in themselves and working together, can this team of misfits restore the balance and save their town.

Will they succeed? 
Or watch as all hell breaks loose, 
forcing them into a Showdown at Evil High?




An excerpt from

Showdown at Evil High


He wanted to run, but he knew he had to stay and fight. If he didn’t, they would all die…

Killara closed his eyes and thrust his sword forward. He felt the blade pierce the priest’s chest. The man let out a loud bellow and fire erupted from his mouth. Killara scrambled back in horror, his injuries forgotten for the moment.

He looked toward the open rectory door and then back at Adam who had begun to fight the first of the townspeople, the chief of police, or what used to be him. This version was dripping blood and had spikes coming out of his arms. If Killara ran for the door, he would be leaving Adam at the mercy of the demons. If he didn’t do it now, his only chance would quickly slip away.

“Adam,” he yelled. “We can’t win this one. You have to retreat!”

Judging by the fury with which he waved his sword, Adam had made peace with trying to take out as many of them as possible. He seemed impervious to the throng of people surrounding him. Killara grimaced and ran to help his friend. They could still beat a retreat if he could lure the townspeople away.

Killara raised his arm and started slicing his way through the crowd. Everyone around him seemed to die in a different way. Some exploded in a flash of fire while others oozed to the ground as if their bones had dissolved and only flesh was left behind. He looked around for Adam, but could only see more Khalija residents—the owner of the liquor store to the right of him and his sixth grade teacher to the left. He was in the center of the mob now with everyone focusing their attack on him.

From all angles he could feel the blows. He smelled blood and knew that it was his own. The smells and sights nauseated him, making him feel claustrophobic and alone. All he could think about was getting away. He had to see what was behind that door. What was this town hiding and why was it so important that he find it?

Author Bio

Christine Wall


Gosh I hate writing about myself! What can I say that another person would find remotely interesting? I have a canned bio and it’s boring, so here’s me talking. 

Born in Winnipeg, Canada and now living in Toronto. I am the quintessential Sci Fi geek, having grown up with no cable and only the movies of George Lucas, Steven Spielberg and rabbit ears via the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC) - Doctor Who as role models. 

I love writing stories that are a bit outside the realm of normal. Whether it’s that group of teenagers thrown into worlds of the fantastic that they never knew existed, or the brooding, drop dead handsome hero called out of retirement to help save the world... and a heroine or two along the way. 

Personally, I am a milk chocolate fanatic, lover of junk food and do my part to support vegetarians by never touching a vegetable and leaving all plants for them. I also exhibit A type characteristics that I would totally push onto other people if I weren’t too lazy to get off the couch and all my friends know to come to me for heartfelt if not somewhat sarcastic advice.

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