Edge of Darkness Press Kit

Author Bio

Michael Juschke is an IT engineer with a keen interest in technology and science fiction, but his writings also include general fiction and poetry.

“Edge of Darkness” received a Commendation at the City of Rockingham Short Fiction Awards.

Other works include novel "Operation Lumi'nor", the first novel of the Tal'ori'gan Quest series, and short story "Dawn of the Jarlinth Heroes".

Michael lives in Mt Richon, and is married to poet and artist Julienne Juschke. Julienne is a regular poem contributor to Creative Connections


Back Cover Blurb

"What had started as the perfect Sunday had turned into a nightmare.

The three had spent the day at their favourite beach - a secluded spot between rocky outcrops that hardly ever drew many people. It wasn't good for swimming. It was too shallow for too far and then it suddenly became deep with dangerous currents. John didn't mind. He couldn't swim and for his four-year-old daughter Emily the shallows were ideal. Perfect.

Except, Emily had vanished.
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Excerpts

What had started as the perfect Sunday had turned into a nightmare.


The three had spent the day at their favourite beach - a secluded spot between rocky outcrops that hardly ever drew many people. It wasn’t good for swimming. It was too shallow for too far and then it suddenly became deep with dangerous currents. John didn’t mind. He couldn’t swim and for his four-year-old daughter Emily the shallows were ideal. Perfect.


Except, Emily had vanished.


"Emily!” Stephanie shouted. "Emily!” No answer, just the splashing of the sea, and the whispers of the early evening sea breeze.

"EMILY! EMILY!” John hollered across the deserted beach.

He turned to the sun shelter and grabbed his iPhone. He punched the emergency number and put it to his ear. Seconds later he ripped it away, his face contorted. For a moment he stared at the screen.

"SHIT! No blasted signal!” He peppered the hapless device into the shelter. It bounced a few times, then lay still.

"Steph! Come back!” She had run half way down the beach, looking and yelling. She didn’t respond. John inhaled. He dashed over and grabbed her shoulder. She spun around, glaring at him, tears running down her face.

"IT’S YOUR FAULT! YOU were supposed to watch her while I had a shower, not read your stupid books! I’ll never forgive you for this!”

"My fault?! YOU went off and left her down here without telling me!”

Stephanie stared at him for a second, mouth open. How dare he!

"I did tell you! Right here! And you grunted OK.”