He just witnessed a murder...and now the killer is on his trail.
But no one will believe him!
Ever since his parents drowned while crossing the Atlantic after a revival, Daniel Cooper has felt as if the world is out to get him. For the past year he's had to live with his Uncle Asa and Aunt Camilla -- and all their rules. One night, deciding he's had enough, Daniel sneaks out his bedroom window and flees to the alley behind his employer's casket shop. What he sees there shocks him to the core.
Pursued by two men, Daniel embarks on an agonizing journey...through deceit and betrayal. A journey that will test his physical stamina and challenge his understanding of God and friendship. A journey that may well change his life...if it doesn't kill him first.
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September 04, 2006
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Excerpt from Fury by Bill Bright
Once again his best friend had betrayed him.
Sixteen-year-old Daniel Cooper sat sulking, hunched against the winter night, atop a wooden barrel behind Gregg's casket shop. A shaft of moonlight sliced the blind alley into two halves. Daniel sat in the dark half, in a dark mood.
He wanted only two things in life: to play his music, and to be left alone. Was that asking too much? Yet every time he played, someone showed up, drawn to the music like flies to honey.
"Why can't they just leave me alone?"
He stared at Judas, his black recorder. He used to call the wood-wind Faithful Friend because it understood him. It never judged. And it always reflected his mood. Lately, however, he'd renamed it Judas for obvious reasons.
Even so, it was a sweet betrayal. If a soul could sing, Daniel's soul would be mistaken for a recorder a lone, haunting voice that did not belong to this world. Most people he knew preferred a lively fiddle or a foot-stomping banjo. Not Daniel. When he played the recorder, his very being vibrated with matching pitch.
Clutched in his hand, the instrument was silent now. So was the street, which wasn't surprising at this late hour.
"Dare we try again, old friend?"
He lifted the mouthpiece to his lips.
Closed his eyes.
The alley came alive with music. A mournful tune that wafted from wall to wall to wall, surrounding him, penetrating him. Daniel's soul sighed with pleasure.
He'd played less than a minute when a discordant animal noise slashed the melody. Frowning, Daniel lowered the recorder and listened.
The night lay under silent stars.
Daniel was certain he'd heard something. Possibly a complaining cat. He cocked an ear in the direction of the street. Whatever it was, it was gone.
Once again the recorder touched his lower lip, but before it uttered a note, the noise repeated itself.
A painful moan. A wounded cry.
There was a scuffle on the cobblestones, then another moan.
Daniel's heart seized. This time it didn't sound like an animal.
Just then a man stumbled into the mouth of the alley and collapsed. He whimpered. Tried to get up. Collapsed again.
Copyright -- 2006 by Bill Bright and Jack Cavanaugh