Bo Chappells post apocalyptic western Year 47 is a year old. To celebrate this, Bo has created a stunning New West care package, of which only ten will exist. Kendall Reviews is delighted to be able to offer you the chance to win one of them! These packages will never be made available again and consist of a signed copy of the book, a soundtrack CD to accompany the novel as well as bookmark, poster and additional western themed paraphernalia.
There once was a creator who watched over you from the Heavens. Who kept you safe from his past and present. Who gave you all that you needed to build your own lives while guiding you home. Who knew your name and loved you. But He no longer existed, and His three houses were destroyed. Your countless prayers have gone unanswered, and your endless hopes have been buried in unmarked graves for forty-six years. With the walls torn away, the three became one. And among the blackened skies and arid soil of the New West walked a man with a gun and no purpose. A Stranger to you and everyone else. But as chance and fate collided, a lonely girl crossed the path he walked, carrying hope that her home was still out there waiting for her. How long can purpose be denied, and how far can hope carry two heavy hearts in an unknown land? There is no Heaven. There is no Hell. There just is. And you will bare witness to Year 47.
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Year 47 – Excerpt from Chapter 18:
“His consciousness wavering, he caught only bits and pieces of his voyage along the way to his undisclosed destination. The sudden weightlessness, the sound of harsh wind blowing past his face, the rigid grip on his arms, the increasing chill, and the smokeless smell of a campfire flowed into his subconscious as he wrestled against sleep.
Just below him, the Stranger could see a hilltop adorned with fourteen dead trees roughly grouped in a circle. Their skeletal branches were forever halted in petrified death from ever reaching the sun, resting eternally atop the mount of darkness.
Lowered into the center of the dead woodland, the wounded Stranger was tossed haphazardly to the ground. The additional pain upon impact nudged him out of slumber’s grasp that tried to drag him away from his existence. The Stranger’s shallow, sporadic breathing materialized in front of his groggy eyes as an icy fog rolled in through the trees like an occupying military force. He could already feel his body shivering as if he had walked into a meat locker. It wouldn’t be long before hypothermia would finish the job started before his abduction.
Kokabiel and Samyaza landed gracefully on either side of their angelic master and knelt as he stepped out from the darkness. “Ah, the Daniel in the den,” Lucifer commenced, each of his words producing a billowing mist in the night air. Lucifer saw the Stranger clasping the battle wounds that still leaked blood.
“Wow,” he continued. “Those look really bad. I’m sorry I didn’t reach you sooner. I hope you don’t bleed to death before I get a chance to converse with you. I’ve been waiting so long.”
“Who are you?”, the Stranger asked, fearing the truth of who it was with little room for doubt.
Lucifer came closer with each step leaving stalagmitic ice crystal patches blossoming in his wake.
“You know yourself already, but yet you still ask. Perhaps in disbelief. I would have hoped my reputation had amounted to something quite substantial at this point, but I sometimes wonder just how recognizable I am in these current times. But then again, maybe you just had to be sure before you…”
In an instant, the gunfighter drew his pistol and fired his last chambered shot directly at the Prince of Darkness. The click of the hammer sent Lucifer’s hand in front of his face defensively as if the bullet would bounce off his palm.
The fallen angels were motionless as if time had stopped. Even after the gunshot had faded, Lucifer remained locked in his pose like a mannequin. Unable to see his face, the Stranger was utterly confused in his state and left wondering of the outcome up until the moment he saw the bullet intended for ending humanity’s greatest threat of salvation nipped in midair.
“…shoot me,” Lucifer finished with mild annoyance.
Mere millimeters from Lucifer’s forehead, the bullet rested between the tips of his extended index and middle fingers. He casually lowered his hand and rolled the bullet between his fingers to his thumb and stared at it leisurely like a found trinket.
“So, this is how you’ve defeated my minions so easily?”, said Lucifer. “And here I thought it would be something more mythical. Can’t say I’m not disappointed you’ve simply resorted to mechanical toys, especially with what that girl is carrying.”
Lucifer casually crouched next to the slumped Stranger with the bullet still in the clutch of his fingers.
“You know, that’s the problem with always doing things the easy way. Humans grow too accustomed. Then when anything mildly difficult arises and their playthings break, it’s a crisis.”
Lucifer noticed the dying gunfighter having difficulty grasping the idea of having a conversation with “The Devil” himself.
“What? Did you expect the whole horns, hooves, and pitchfork thing? I am many things, but one thing I am not is kitschy. When the truth isn’t entertaining enough, man feels it necessary to embellish. Even when the truth itself is perfection.”
Lucifer playfully tossed the bullet to the Stranger with undamaged hands.
“Here. A memento. Don’t think I’m not impressed, though. It was a good shot,” Lucifer said with thin condescension. “Dead on.”
After the death of God has rendered Heaven, Hell, and Earth to merge, a lonely gunfighter must guide a lost girl back home in a year-long journey across an uncharted New West.