Excerpt: Riddock

“Justin?”
A voice whimpered. He glanced up. There was a woman, standing with her damp blond hair clinging to her face. Her face was as pale as death.
“Justin?”
He stared at her. Her hand opened, revealing a small white flower.
“This is you. This is your beginning.”
Cautiously he took a step forward. She recoiled and choked, sinking down into the grass. A inhuman wail pierced the air. He covered his ears in a desperate attempt to shield himself from the sound.
Silence.
He took a step towards the place where the woman once stood.
The flower was all that was left. It slowly began to curl, as if it where being burned, and simmered into a little pool of water.
He peered into the water.
There was no reflection.