Spellslinger
When the world fell to fire and magic, Steven “Disco” Barnes lost everything but his will to fight. Now he rides the backroads of Texas with power he barely understands and enemies who will stop at nothing to claim it. Spellslinger is a brutal tale of survival, sorcery, and a man caught between the ruins of the old world and the war for what comes next.Down below, Brody had Tennessee by the throat.
One hand. Effortless.
He held her like a trophy. Her boots kicked the air. Her hands clawed at his grip. Her lips moved without sound.
“You should’ve taken my offer,” he said, calm as a man quoting scripture. “Now I’ll kill you, rape you and them search every corpse until I find what I came for.”
Tennessee saw Disco.
Her eyes widened—but she didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Didn’t give him away.
Smart. Brave. Good.
Disco ran.
Tennessee didn’t have long to live, the brawler could crush her throat at any moment. She knew it too, her hands pulling and scratching desperately against an iron grip. Her eyes widened as she saw Disco racing towards them before averting her gaze, not wanted to draw Brody’s attention to him.
Boots skidding down the hill, Glock raised, lungs burning.
Twenty feet.
“Hey, asshole.”
Brody turned.
Still smiling.
Disco didn’t ask. Didn’t hesitate.
He fired.
Round after round.
Thirteen in all.
They punched into Brody’s back like nails into oak. Each one landed. Each one should’ve stopped him.
They didn’t.
Brody dropped Tennessee.
Turned slowly. Grinning.
Still standing.
“That tickled,” he said.
Disco exhaled.
“Let’s see if the next mag does better.”
