SANDBAR

The trail ran downhill, bringing Chris to a rickety wooden structure Valya had called a bridge. A number of its weary supporting pillars had collapsed into the river. They rested, stuck in muck, moss-covered above the surface and algae-wrapped below.

A bird screamed from the willow that leaned over the sandbar extending out from the bank. Another one screeched back.

Blop. By the time Chris turned his eyes to the water, he only saw an expanding circle of ripples. 

SOUL OF THE UNBORN      ON AMAZON

 American college students. Russian countryside. A guide addicted to supernatural energy. Their professor wants to help her, but maybe he is saving a monster.