6/5/2023 0 Comments Blood Alley by David Wisehart![]() It was an old curse meant for all who came this way. ![]() Go away! Go back! You do not belong here! They came spinning tires and belching fumes. Sometimes he slept for years, longing to forget, hoping to heal. The Highwayman had felt it gnawing at his slumber. A fierce wind whipped along the ridge but hardly disturbed the brim of his slouch hat or the black duster that cloaked him from shoulders to knees.īelow him stretched his road, Blood Alley, a narrow two-lane blacktop that cut across the desert like a naked scar. ![]() He stood on the summit of a cragged peak beneath the blood-red crescent of a lunar eclipse. The Highwayman cast no shadow on the mountain. The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, THRILLER!!! I read a lot and I mean A LOT… and I can honestly say that I have never, never read a more thrilling thriller than David Wisehart’s Blood Alley.” “…gasp, gasp, gimme a sec, let me catch my breath… WHAT. Only the locals know the truth…īlood Alley belongs to the Highwayman, a vengeful phantom who drives his ghost car at night to claim the souls of all who cross him.Ī group of teens on their way to a funeral get delayed by engine trouble and ignore the warnings: ![]() Buckle up for a high-octane, pulse-pounding thrill ride…īlood Alley is the deadliest road in America. ![]()
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