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It's the aftermath of the second opium war in Southeast Asia. Declan Malcolm, the newly elected captain, must lead a crew of sailors to navigate the treacherous high seas while protecting goods for a local triad leader, Three-Finger Tang.
At the same time, Civil War veterans Ridley and Dranoff are adjusting to post-reconstruction and become mercenaries for hire.
Both groups seek purpose to their life, and their paths cross by chance. But when a celebration of good fortune turns dangerous, the mariners and soldiers must join forces to vanquish a supernatural foe - or die trying.
Historical fiction meets bone-chilling horror in Andrew Davie's 'From Beyond', a story set in the dangerous high seas of late 19th century Asia.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
THE BEYOND
BOOK ONE
South China Sea, 1875, aftermath of The Second Opium or Arrow War
The Railway Strike of 1877, Pittsburgh, PA
South China Sea, 1875, aftermath of The Second Opium or Arrow War
The Railway Strike of 1877, Pittsburgh, PA
South China Sea, 1875, aftermath of The Second Opium or Arrow War
The Railway Strike of 1877, Pittsburgh, PA
South China Sea, 1875, aftermath of The Second Opium or Arrow War
The Railway Strike of 1877, Pittsburgh, PA
South China Sea, 1875, aftermath of The Second Opium or Arrow War
The Railway Strike of 1877, Pittsburgh, PA
South China Sea, 1875, aftermath of The Second Opium or Arrow War
The Railway Strike of 1877, Pittsburgh, PA
South China Sea, 1875, aftermath of The Second Opium or Arrow War
The Railway Strike of 1877, Pittsburgh, PA
South China Sea, 1875, aftermath of The Second Opium or Arrow War
The Railway Strike of 1877, Pittsburgh, PA
South China Sea, 1875, aftermath of The Second Opium or Arrow War
Railway Strike of 1877, Pittsburgh, PA
South China Sea, 1875, aftermath of The Second Opium or Arrow War
Defense of the garrison, 1878
San Francisco, 1878
Defending the Garrison, Alamosa, Colorado, 1878
Captain’s Log, The Tiamat, 1880
Next in the Series
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Copyright (C) 2022 Andrew Davie
Layout design and Copyright (C) 2022 by Next Chapter
Published 2022 by Next Chapter
Edited by Graham (Fading Street Services)
Cover art by CoverMint
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author’s permission.
Dedicated to
The Three Horsemen of Hong Kong, Mojo, Yumi, O’Brien, Mr. Sandwich,
The Golden Girl, and The Next Generation of Davie Bros.
“Switch to chain shot!”
The command had cut through the smoke and could be heard above the wails. The sound of clanking metal then completely replaced voices as the ever-loyal crew shoved the iron orbs into the breeches and lit the cannon’s fuses. There was a brief moment of quiet, which was followed by concussive bursts that shattered the silence. They echoed from underneath the deck and lurched the boat toward the port side. The men braced themselves for the wrath of inertia. The ship, a rugged looking merchantman named “The Ajax”, which had seen better days, buckled but maintained her composure.
Declan Malcolm watched the payload arc across the sky, followed by the faint glow of phosphorous residue, and tear into the foresail of the enemy ship. Malcolm was as thin as a reed, but his muscles were defined. He turned the wheel and felt the boat cut through the water; the veins on his arms practically burst through his skin. It took almost all of this effort to fight against the water’s current, but he was successful.
He smelled the sulfur from the cannons and barked out orders for the men to get ready to board the enemy ship once they had made contact. Saltwater sprayed his face and stung his cuts which never seemed to heal. Beneath him, the crew continued to feed the cannons for their assault. The men would have followed Malcolm into the depths of Hades. As he thought of the fires of Hell, Malcolm reflected on the chain of events that led him here.
A famine had forced an exodus from their home in the countryside, and Malcolm’s young bride had grown deathly ill during the journey. They had weathered the epidemic for as long as it was possible and had subsisted on virtually nothing until they sought salvation elsewhere.
He and his wife boarded a train and went to London. Though they had no connections, they finally found refuge, living in squalor amongst a collection of three other families. Each night Malcolm would hold his wife close to him, drag a washcloth over her forehead, and soothe her fever. It eventually got to the point where he could feel her bones protrude through her skin. She could barely speak; words would drip from her mouth in hushed tones. She was discolored, pale, and sapped of all strength. The priest had offered absolution for her, but Malcolm’s wife continued to live.