Just a very short excerpt. I am editing the novel down for my agent before he sends it off, so I'm looking for help from many sources!
A blade protruded from Clancy’s breast, a few inches below the hollow of his throat. Crimson blood dripped steadily from its tip onto Clancy’s once impeccably clean jacket, staining the garment’s light blue silk a deep purple. Clancy looked down at the blade as if studying it, this alien object poking out of his chest. He then began to emit a low wail, a howl that grew in volume and intensity as the dying man raised his head. Once Clancy’s wild, stricken eyes had reached Kieran’s terrified face the howl had become a piercing shriek; an animal sound filled with pain and horror. This tortured scream finally gave way to an airless, gurgling whisper as Clancy’s voice gave out and the man grew quiet, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, trying to suck air into his pierced and heaving lungs.
Until Clancy’s screams had ceased, Kieran hadn’t realised that he had been screaming as well. Kieran continued to yell in terror until Clancy gave a final, shuddering gasp and collapsed. In the few seconds before Kieran’s world went black and all conscious thought left his mind, he glimpsed the boy from the hut snarling at him, his brown, blood spattered hand gripping the hilt of the knife which had been buried in Clancy’s back.
A blade protruded from Clancy’s breast, a few inches below the hollow of his throat. Crimson blood dripped steadily from its tip onto Clancy’s once impeccably clean jacket, staining the garment’s light blue silk a deep purple. Clancy looked down at the blade as if studying it, this alien object poking out of his chest. He then began to emit a low wail, a howl that grew in volume and intensity as the dying man raised his head. Once Clancy’s wild, stricken eyes had reached Kieran’s terrified face the howl had become a piercing shriek; an animal sound filled with pain and horror. This tortured scream finally gave way to an airless, gurgling whisper as Clancy’s voice gave out and the man grew quiet, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, trying to suck air into his pierced and heaving lungs.
Until Clancy’s screams had ceased, Kieran hadn’t realised that he had been screaming as well. Kieran continued to yell in terror until Clancy gave a final, shuddering gasp and collapsed. In the few seconds before Kieran’s world went black and all conscious thought left his mind, he glimpsed the boy from the hut snarling at him, his brown, blood spattered hand gripping the hilt of the knife which had been buried in Clancy’s back.