(Image courtesy of Robert Gettinger)
Excerpt:
Frozen in slow-motion horror, Nardel was dimly cognizant of a massive V-shaped concrete abutment knifing into the Caddy’s hood, as if slicing dark-chocolate fudge. The big-block V-8 engine, ripped from its mounts, bulldozed the front seat, shearing off James’s left arm and plowing into the backseat, trunk…and gas tank.
The red-hot motor’s prodigious kinetic energy vaporized, then ignited the tank’s volatile contents. The resulting detonation enveloped the vehicle in a monstrous orange-and-yellow fireball of roiling, black-laced flame. A violent concussion wave raced from the epicenter at sonic speed, scattering spindly scaffolding and launching ribbed steel reinforcing rods.
