J.E. Taylor - Knocking on Heavens Door

Knocking on Heavens Door The Death Chronicles Book Three

August 2015 William F. Houle & J.E. Taylor

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Knocking on Heavens Door

The Death Chronicles

Book Three

by

William F Houle

&

J.E. Taylor

KNOCKING ON HEAVENS DOOR

A s a senior in high school, Nick Ramsay should be focusing on his college choices, but instead, he's dealing with a tear between his world and Purgatory. Leviathan and a dozen demons are running amok in central Florida and Nick must herd them back into the underworld before Heaven opens its gates and sends down a pack of angry angels to clean up the mess.

Knocking on Heavens Door Chapter 1

S enior year.

The thoughts swarmed in my head as I started the engine of my new Shelby GT Convertible. I grinned and glanced at Julia as the engine growled around us. Reaching over, I unlocked the top, pressing the button on the dashboard that lowered the roof. The bright morning sunshine crawled into the car with each inch the opening roof created, until the top folded neatly behind the back seat. I didnt bother with the boot cover. I wasnt going to leave the car open in the school parking lot. Not with the unpredictable weather in Florida.

This car is so damn sweet, Julia said and I revved the engine again.

A-yup, I agreed, falling back into my Maine drawl for a moment before flashing a quick glance over my shoulder and backing out of the driveway. Noahs going to shit, I added and turned in the direction of my best friends house.

You didnt tell him you got a Mustang?

I chuckled and shook my head. I told him I got an old junkyard car.

Julias laughter rang through the car and I resisted the urge to pull the car over and plant a lip-lock on her. After all, she was the reason I opted to not go north and finish high school back in York. I figured the summer would come soon enough and we could make the trip home together.

Until then, I was stuck in Florida, living with Julia and her crazy relatives. Ever since the tornado struck, theyd been overly protective of both of us. When I turned eighteen and approached them about buying a car with part of my inheritance, you would have thought the world was on the brink of collapse, but they eventually calmed down and agreed to take me to one of the auto dealers in the area.

Most of the time, their doting annoyed me, but every now and again, I take a step back and see things from their point of view. Julia was their only living relative, and because they never had kids of their own, they wanted to protect her in every way possible, even from me.

We only mentioned Maine once and they dug their heels in, refusing to entertain the notion, even going so far as to hold Julias inheritance hostage. They couldnt do a thing about mine, but they certainly could make Julia think twice.

What are you thinking about? Julia asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

I turned down Noahs road and said, Maine.

I miss Maine, too, she said and I squeezed her hand, exchanging a quick glance before I focused on Noahs driveway.

I swear; Noahs eyes got as wide as the bottom of a soda can and his mouth formed that awed o that made me break out in laughter. Julia was giggling in the front seat, clamping her hand over her mouth so her guffaws wouldnt carry over the rev of the engine. I pulled into the driveway and threw the stick in neutral, carefully setting the brake before I lifted myself up to fold my arms on the top of the windshield.

You like my piece of junkyard shit? I asked and Julia swatted my leg.

Noah was nearly bobbing in place. Even at almost eighteen, he was still a bundle of energy, like he was forever thirteen.

Holy shit, Ramsay. Is that the new GT? he said, finally moving toward the car like an overly excited puppy.

Yep, I said and flashed a grin. I figured it was about time we rode in style.

Youre flippin brilliant, he nearly clapped his hands in glee and I chuckled, slipping back into the drivers seat while he walked around to the passenger side.

Julia stepped out and pulled the seat down so Noah could slip in the back. For just a moment, I saw a flash of envy pass over his features, but it was gone just as quickly as he settled into the back seat.