The Finger of God

About the Book

The Screaming Demon is the sequel to the Beginning. The book follows Malcolm, when he makes his way toward the castle, looking for revenge. He must come to terms with his self and the fact that he is now a witch doctor. He wakes up, only to discover he is not alone. The Rat jumped onto Malcolm Batley’s lap, making him jump, and this time he had peed himself. The Rat was very small, but his legs and arms were long! He was all covered in long brown hair, so they called him the Little Rat. The Rat gives Malcolm some good advice. Then he tells Malcolm what he must do, but will he do what Rat asked? “You save Little Rat! Click . . . You kick man from village in ribs, so I get away from him . . . Then so I give magic to you! Man from village . . . He try steals my magic from me, but now villages think I run with a Screaming Demon, so now they leave me alone! Click! Villages think you are Screaming Demon . . . they now leave you alone, and keep out of your way but, one or two will try stealing magic from you!” Rat gave me the bad news. Now I would have to take him to his grave to his grave. I would not be burying him. I would be taking him to the top of Mount Cameroon, where I had to drop him into the volcano, dead or alive. I told him no at first. That’s when he told me about the castle, which I was looking for. Rat, whom I called Little Man and the man, who I became good friends with. How could I throw him to his death? Little man was a good persuader. If I took him to his resting place, he would show me how to kill the serpent and where I could find him. Then he would teach me how to survive and what I could eat. So I said I would take him. He said he was dying anyway. I was in for a long and hard walk, which would take me right back to where it all began, and then an even longer march, toward the castle, where I would fine my own demon, along with the serpent, which I had to defeat.

About the Author

My name is Malcolm Ward. I was born in 1958, in Workington. I was only four when we moved to York. I didn’t learn to write until I left school. I have dyslexia, which hinders me, and especially when I’m writing. I could not write without spell-check and without some help from my publisher. I have always wanted to write a book and now I can. I once read that there is a book in everybody, so I started to write. It was slow and frustrating at first, but I didn’t let my bad spelling stop me. I was surprised when someone told me how many spelling mistakes I had made, and the word’s that I had spelled wrong. Like put and not but. Now there are only a few words spelled incorrectly. Now I love to write all the time. I hope you like reading my books and you don’t find too many mistakes.