Chronicles
of the Irin, Book #1
Publisher: Infinite Ink Books
Release Date: March 14th 2014
Her name is Evangeline and she is Nephilim.
Publisher: Infinite Ink Books
Release Date: March 14th 2014
Her name is Evangeline and she is Nephilim.
Evie belongs to the Brotherhood Irin and
together with all the other Nephilim of the world she is protector to humanity,
protector against evil. But evil has found its way into the Brotherhood.
Someone has murdered her guardian and Marcellus, the New Master makes demands
of the warriors that go against all they stand for. Demands Evie just can’t
carry out.
Evie uncovers Marcellus’ plan to collect a set of special seals, but when a
high-level demon reveals the truth behind the Seals of Hades, Evie know there
is no way she can allow the Master of the Irin to get his hands on them. But
will keeping the Seals from Marcellus cause her to sacrifice more that she
should? Will vengeance for her guardian’s death be enough or will she need more
to satisfy her Immortal soul?
She followed quickly with her right hand,
sweeping the curved blade of the Damascus dagger clean across his throat,
landing silently on one knee. The deadly edge slid smoothly through glamor,
demon hide, and bone.
Quick. Clean.
Landing in a crouch, Evie held her breath and watched him through the strands of her hair, which had escaped its bindings at the back of her head. It had happened so fast.
Too quickly for the demon to defend himself. His body fell slowly, heavily to his knees, then crumpled awkwardly onto his back until he landed beside her. Evie met his eyes. And sucked in a breath. An unconscious pause as she waited to see the last emotions fly across the demon's face.
Quick. Clean.
Landing in a crouch, Evie held her breath and watched him through the strands of her hair, which had escaped its bindings at the back of her head. It had happened so fast.
Too quickly for the demon to defend himself. His body fell slowly, heavily to his knees, then crumpled awkwardly onto his back until he landed beside her. Evie met his eyes. And sucked in a breath. An unconscious pause as she waited to see the last emotions fly across the demon's face.
I
have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognize that reading was
a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of the
written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially
a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practice given I
have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my
confidantes... I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It's a
fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of
each others loves - it works wonderfully...
My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands - I shall forever remain cross-eyed.
My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands - I shall forever remain cross-eyed.
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you just want to chat...
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