If you have never been afraid of the dark…you will be.
The Dreaming was ending.
From distant space, the beyond gods of darkness were coming to feed. To commence the dark dreaming.
At the mystic, monolith of Uluru in Central Australia, an old aboriginal kadaitcha, witch doctor, Jimmy Jack, must find the chosen warrior of Uluru. Together they will fight for the new dreaming. As aboriginal mythology collides with millennium technology, darkness comes from the sky and covers the earth – and the earth begins to die.
Within Uluru, something begins to stir.
Uluru, where Jimmy Jack and his friends, at the last, will each stand alone in a battle for human existence.
Uluru, the magic, sacred, dreaming rock which holds a secret which has slumbered for six hundred million years. A secret which will save the world – or destroy it.
The Dreaming was ending.
ULURU DREAMING
A novel by Martin P Kerrigan
If you have never been afraid of the dark…
You will be.
In the beginning…
In the very beginning…
There was darkness.
1 Night Creatures
The night creatures were stalking her. Howling behind her, the pack driving her forward into unfamiliar, slippery streets. Christina didn’t know how many of them there were, five at least, maybe more. Doc Martens clumped on the bitumen as they whooped and screamed obscenities at her retreating back.
But it was only her own voice she heard. “Run! Run damn you Christina! You stupid female!” Her words skittered out of her mouth as she heaved for breath, cursing herself for getting into this. Brett wasn’t worth this. Her quiet evening out with her boyfriend, soon to be ex, and some friends, had deteriorated into a shouting match in the Bourbon & Beefsteak Bar until she had thrown her Bacardi in his stupid face and bolted out into the hallucinogenic cyberpunk of King’s Cross. Angry, running, crying. Vulnerable to predators. She was a North Shore girl, dammit. Not some street slut.
She skidded on a patch of vomit on the road and crashed her knee hard into the kerb. Her hands were scraped and raw, oozing blood from both palms as she rolled over, not daring to stop, praying she wouldn’t injure herself so she couldn’t run. She hunched on hands and knees, wanting to be sick. So scared. So scared. Christina scrambled to her feet, barking her shin against a garbage tin. Everything about her hurt. Her lungs were being torched inside, her legs had knitting needles stuck in them, and her nails were bleeding and torn. “Jesus, dear Lord…” she spat out between breaths, “Please help me. Dear God…” Running, glancing from side to side desperately looking for anything, anywhere to escape.
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