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RETRIBUTION (Chronicles of the IRIN, Book #1)
Genre: NA Urban Fantasy
Publication Date: 14th March 2014
Publisher: Infinite Ink
Pages: 220
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?
The
hand at her throat didn't allow her to defend herself. Or speak in her defense.
So drastic action was required or she would be dead before she got any
information from her captor.
Evie shut her eyes and concentrated.
A fullness spread along her back. Her shoulder-blades rose and pressed against the skin of her back as her wings poked through the glamored slits in her upper back. In an instant, both Evie and Baa'ruk were enveloped by a pair of shimmering white and silver wings. Foot-long feathers sent wisps of silvery white dust floating around them.
She had hoped for a strong reaction. Perhaps the fear of God? Or maybe shocked, awed reverence. Certainly not an ear-shattering fit of sneezing.
The Head Demon now stood, hands over his nose, mouth slightly open, eyes scrunched up in silent expectation of the next bout of ground-shaking sneezes. Little blades of grass peeked out from between the flagstones, shivering in the wake of the thunderous sneezes.
Evie flapped her wings, which was unavoidable when folding them up behind her, and in a blink, both magnificent silver-tipped wings were gone.
Of course, she felt bad that she'd now started another fit of sneezes with a second breeze of wing dust. And of course, the whole thing wasn't really that funny especially when she'd so recently almost met her maker. But Evie couldn't help it. The first giggle that escaped her was tentative, mild. The next second she was having a full-blown giggle-fest.
Evie shut her eyes and concentrated.
A fullness spread along her back. Her shoulder-blades rose and pressed against the skin of her back as her wings poked through the glamored slits in her upper back. In an instant, both Evie and Baa'ruk were enveloped by a pair of shimmering white and silver wings. Foot-long feathers sent wisps of silvery white dust floating around them.
She had hoped for a strong reaction. Perhaps the fear of God? Or maybe shocked, awed reverence. Certainly not an ear-shattering fit of sneezing.
The Head Demon now stood, hands over his nose, mouth slightly open, eyes scrunched up in silent expectation of the next bout of ground-shaking sneezes. Little blades of grass peeked out from between the flagstones, shivering in the wake of the thunderous sneezes.
Evie flapped her wings, which was unavoidable when folding them up behind her, and in a blink, both magnificent silver-tipped wings were gone.
Of course, she felt bad that she'd now started another fit of sneezes with a second breeze of wing dust. And of course, the whole thing wasn't really that funny especially when she'd so recently almost met her maker. But Evie couldn't help it. The first giggle that escaped her was tentative, mild. The next second she was having a full-blown giggle-fest.
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
other's 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.
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