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    Dionysus Dying
    Dionysus Dying
    Dionysus Dying
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    Dionysus Dying

    By Robert Jeschonek

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    Jazz star Bobby Ball sees the future when he plays his sax. The music of his dying idol, Omar Wild, throws open the door to tomorrow, but Bobby doesn't like what he sees. A faded torch singer will die unless Bobby plays an impossible song, one that reveals the secrets of a terrible crime. One that will force him to go solo in a race against time and the fight of his life. Even if he plays like there's no tomorrow, can he save yesterday's brightest star from today's darkest evil? Or will the biggest number of his career also be his last? Don't miss this exciting tale by award-winning storyteller Robert Jeschonek, a master of unique and unexpected dark fantasy and horror that really packs a punch.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRobert Jeschonek
    Release dateNov 12, 2018
    ISBN9781452318745
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      Dionysus Dying - Robert Jeschonek

      Dionysus Dying

      DIONYSUS DYING

      A DARK FANTASY TALE

      ROBERT JESCHONEK

      Blastoff Books

      CONTENTS

      Also by Robert Jeschonek

      Dionysus Dying

      About the Author

      Special Preview: Bloodliner

      DIONYSUS DYING

      Copyright © 2023 by Robert Jeschonek

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      Cover Art Copyright © 2023 by Natallia Hudyma

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      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      All rights reserved by the author.

      Published by Blastoff Books

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      ALSO BY ROBERT JESCHONEK

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      Day 9

      Heaven Bent

      DIONYSUS DYING

      The old jazzman’s crooked fingers wrapped around Bobby Ball’s hand with surprising strength. Even as the fingers dug in, they never stopped twitching, as if they were playing the keys of a saxophone.

      Nice to meet you...Bobby. The old man breathed with an effort. He held Bobby’s hand a long time, as if he were posing for a photograph or greeting a long-lost friend.

      But Bobby had never met Omar Wild until that very moment. The years of hero worship from afar didn’t count.

      Bobby grinned and just let Omar hold onto his hand. It’s an honor, Mr. Wild. I just...I can’t tell you how much this means to me.

      Omar breathed deep from the twin clear oxygen hoses riding up into his nostrils. Thanks to the cancer, he was down to one lung, and it wouldn’t last long.

      No more sax playing for this living legend, not ever.

      You’re not exactly...small change yourself, son. Omar lifted his head from the pillow and gazed up at Bobby with an expression of searching intensity and strange wonder. "You’re bigger...than I ever was."

      Bobby’s grin faded a little. Nervously, he patted the black stubble on his shaved, brown scalp. I used to be big, he said. But even then, I could never fill your shoes for a second.

      Omar’s smooth onyx skin leaped out in high relief from the white pajamas and bedclothes around him. You can...fill my shoes...just fine. He drew in three deep breaths, and the effort seemed to exhaust him. That’s why...I invited you here. I need you...to be...my breath.

      Bobby felt the pull of Omar’s ancient eyes. Bloodshot, yellow, and filmy as they were, those eyes exerted the wild and desperate gravity of an animal caught in a trap.

      Bobby recognized it instantly. Though he didn’t show it, he felt the same desperation, the same hunger for hope.

      It was really why he had accepted Omar’s invitation and come here, all

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