D Is For Damien Excerpt

INTRODUCTION: A D Is For Damien excerpt. This novel is second in the series and thus precludes the novel which this excerpt follows in the five-subject notebook, Sidekicks; I guess I was just filling up space or dramatizing my story, which I was in love with back then. It's written on the back of "The Night Of The Goat Excerpt 3," where I would have usually put a blurb for Sidekicks itself. Hm. Oh, see the notice about this being a "trilogy"? Sidekicks 2: The Return Of Luther kind of spoiled that idea. At last count I think there were over twenty novels planned. Another detail: I often wrote "excerpts" BEFORE the actual novel itself was written, so sometimes the two pieces of writing, if I actually got that far in the novel, would end up varying, or else I would "wedge" the already-existing excerpt into the novel as I wrote it. Yes, I like getting ahead of myself.

Compare this to Chapter 24 of the finished novel--because D4D is one of only three novels in this series which I actually FINISHED! See how much the story has changed, yet how much it's also retained. Interesting, huh? Likely 1991.

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Excerpt from
D is for Damien
2nd in the D is for Damien Trilogy

Damien made the jump, and landed on the ornamented ledge. But his right leg twisted around behind and underneath him. A sharp pain surged through his leg.

Trying to ignore it, he crawled to the edge at the left corner. He had a clear view of the room now, all stone, the statue of Saint Damien [sic], the altar, the people, the Ds [sic]--and the needle.

Luther evidently saw him too, for he raised the needle to Father Damien's arm.

"No!" Damien screamed. He jumped to the ground, falling, falling. He finally hit the cement hard, but staggered to his feet and ran.

Too late. Luther had already injected the poison. A second passed, maybe two, and Father Damien slumped to the floor, trembling.

"Nooo!" Damien howled again, lurching forward.

At first no one knew what the sound was. Then it became clear that it had been a handgun of some sort. The small group looked around to see who or what had been shot.

Damien's face had taken on a look of stunned shock. He stood staring at Luther. And, right near his heart, blood was beginning to pour from a gaping wound.