Saturday, November 24, 2012

.Book Tour:Character Post-Dark Halo by Christopher Kokoski








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Dark Halo by Christopher Kokoski    
genre: paranormal thriller 
334 pages 

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In a town besieged by shadowy, demonic forces, a father races against time to save his family. 
Thirty-five-year old Landon Paddock has deserted his wife and daughter, abandoned his business, and secluded himself in his late parent’s southern Indiana ranch. But he’s barely lapsed into a drunken coma when a mysterious, winged stranger appears during a violent lightning storm, chasing him out into the maddening night with his estranged 15-year old daughter. 
As layer after layer of reality is dissolved by a series of violent encounters, the only way to survive might be for Landon to band together with the family he destroyed to make one last stand against a sinister army of unthinkable magnitude. 








 
About the Author  
ImageChristopher was born in Kansas, the son of an Army Ranger and Black Hawk pilot. He grew up in Kentucky and Germany, and graduated from Murray State University in 2002 with a degree in Organizational Communication. He spent the next three years laboring over his first book, Past Lives, while getting married to his college sweetheart, having a beautiful daughter, and more or less finding his stride in life.    

He currently lives in Southern Indiana and works in Louisville, Kentucky as a national trainer. He has presented at local and national conferences on a wide spectrum of topics including communication, body language, cultural sensitivity and influence. Other notable activities include writing articles, short stories, novels and training materials for national and international audiences. 
Christopher continues his passion and dedication to writing by working on additional novels, including a sequel to the Past Lives series. His most recent book is the standalone paranormal thriller, Dark Halo. 



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Character Post

How did I fall so far? Landon Paddock wondered as he stared listlessly across the barren backyard of his plantation in Southern Indiana. How did I let this happen to my family?  

He closed his eyes, as if that would change anything. The blackness of his mind brought a chill of loneliness down both arms, a scratchy tingling that fizzled out in fingertips that clutched the handcrafted railing of his back porch.  

Memories of his own disappointments found him even in the darkness. Three years ago I had Lucy and Katie, my family, my contracting business. I was happy, wasn’t I? Yes, I was happy. Until… 

He couldn’t say it.  Even three years later, his parent’s sudden deaths in a car accident hammered him silent, numb. He reached for the first bottle of beer of the day, brought it to his lips without thinking, chugged half of it before slamming it back down.  

The alcohol didn’t even help much anymore, if it ever had at all. He’d been drunk all day, nearly everyday, since…since he could remember. But I’ve been changing that lately, he told himself. I’ve been drinking less, sobering up. Katie’s coming to visit.  

Landon groaned at the thought of his daughter, grief gnawing hungrily at his insides. I deserted her when she needed me most. I abandoned my own daughter. What kind of father does that? It’s terrible, horrible, unjustifiable 

Instinctively, he reached for the bottle of beer again, then stopped himself.  No, he thought. I don’t need alcohol. As bitter as it was to swallow, the pain and guilt motivated him to do better, to try harder, to do anything besides continue to kill himself all alone in this house.  

 On the horizon, dark clouds gathered like battalions of black ships, tattered sails flapping violently in swelling winds.  

Storm’s coming, he thought.  Looks like a bad one. He frowned. Hopefully the storm would be long gone before Katie arrived a few days from now. He had a lot to do to prepare the house. The storm would only slow down his arrangements. This visit has to be perfect. Yet, he sensed that something was different about this storm, something wrong about it in a way he could not pinpoint. His frown deepened. 


Part of him still couldn’t believe Katie had agreed to see him again at all. He wouldn’t blame her if she hated him, which she probably did. Who could blame her? he thought. I walked out on her and her mom. And before last month, I haven’t spoken to her in years.  

Although it wasn’t their fault, his parents had left him. He had left his daughter. His decision was worse, he knew, since he’d made a deliberate decision to separate himself, even if it didn’t seem like a choice at the time.  

He squeezed his eyes shut again, but reopened them a moment later at the distant howl of a coyote. He considered his rifle upstairs in his bedroom, hoping he wouldn’t need it.  

The day was slipping into late afternoon, the sky already blackening with the approaching storm. Probably should keep a check on the weather, Landon thought, mentally running through a list of other to-do’s. He frowned again, worrying about his elderly neighbors who lived a mile or so down the road, and how they would fare in the storm. They were his only real friends, and it was their friendship and support that helped him come around over the last few months. He would owe a debt to them for the rest of his life.  

Another howl, closer this time, brought his attention back to the present.  Maybe I should grab that rifle…














6 comments:

  1. Sounds like a good book. And a great character post, he's clearly been through a lot. Thanks for sharing!

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  2. Nice post to get to know Landon! Curious to learn more about him and if Katie will forgive him. Sounds like he had a sad life. Hopefully he can make things up to Katie.

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  3. Christopher KokoskiNovember 24, 2012 at 1:28 PM

    Andrea and Jennifer, thanks for your kind comments! I'm glad you enjoyed the post!

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  4. Thanks for hosting Christopher today! :) I really dug this post too!

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  5. This sounds interesting and was totally new to me so I appreciate the chance to check it out. great character post.

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  6. This character post is awesome. Some of Christopher's language is so extremely visual - "dark clouds gathered like battalions of black ships, tattered sails flapping violently in swelling winds." It is perfectly sunny here, but I can see the storm brewing...nice

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