The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Like a lone drifter, Isaac stumbled across the old, filthy train yard that dated back to the eighteen hundreds. He wasn't lost, the man was well aware of his current location; it was the simple matter of biding his time to meet up with his last hope in the world.

As he trekked along the live rails, Isaac couldn't help but to recollect upon the times when his father would take him down to Cypress Underground to watch the trains go by when he was only a child. He recalled with fond quietness how much he wanted to hop onto one of the giant steam engines and take off down the track that seemingly led to anywhere on earth.

It was his undying desire to rid himself of not only his demonic affliction, but also the burden of his illicit affair, but deep down, there was always that one 'something' inside of him that constantly reminded Isaac that it would be virtually impossible.

Watching Karyn speed away in her green Monte Carlo two days earlier left him with the emptiest feeling. He knew that he would possibly never lay eyes on her again.

Isaac was nearing Lake Logan. The icy chill in the air was becoming increasingly harsher as snow flurries blew past his face at wild speeds. He carefully stepped over a track where a huge black Conrail engine was slowly towing itself down towards his direction until he met face to face with the mighty body of water ahead. Isaac stood at the pier. Every so often he would catch a sudden glimpse of déjà vu the longer he remained still, as if it hadn't been so long since he had visited the same sight.

jostled up and down. Isaac stepped aside to allow the seagulls to gather the remains

first and only time in his life Isaac ever contemplated the notion of suicide was when his father took him to Ashlandview. But at that moment,

Lynnette's eyes as she stood and watched him hold Isaiah in his arms earlier in the day. What she thought he was doing would be

steps away from the edge of the rickety pier. The closer he

male voice hollered from behind.

around to see a black figure running towards him from out of the snowy distance, waving his arms as if he were landing an airplane. The young man stepped back from the edge and began

heavyset black man with a full beard panted as he