Of Gods and Vengeance: Unravel the threads of fate #epicromantasy #enemiestolovers

 

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It is written in blood.
One of Her kind will betray Her.

In a world where mortals are at the whims of the capricious gods, a prophecy foretells treachery committed by one of their own, leading to the inevitable downfall of the once-mighty Titans. The Great Goddess Rhea, seeking retribution, dispatches Her vengeance goddess, Becuille, to the land of Hatti. She is charged with the daunting task of uncovering the origins of star metal, a substance fatal to the old gods, and finding the enigmatic Destroyer.

Disguised as a human slave in the royal palace, Becuille finds herself entwined with her master, Prince Callileon, plunging both into a treacherous world of power-hungry gods, formidable magic, and widespread betrayal. As tension mounts and loyalties are tested, Becuille faces an impossible choice between duty to her goddess and the stirrings of forbidden love for Callileon.

Warning: Of Gods and Vengeance is a Greek tragedy romantasy featuring star-crossed lovers. It is set in a brutal Bronze Age era where slavery, human sacrifice, and animal sacrifice were commonplace.

Of Gods and Vengeance is part of a series. Since it’s a prequel, it could be read first or as a standalone, but I recommend reading the books in this order:
Of Water and Dragons, Of Ravens and Wolves, Of Gods and Vengeance.

Excerpt:

“Strip her of her rags and leave the room,” her master ordered.

The large black man ripped off her dirty clothing, leaving her exposed to the golden-haired man’s piercing gaze. Becuille bit her lip, fighting her anger and frustration. The slave left the room, and she was alone with her new master. Unblinking, he examined her naked body. She felt like a beast being inspected for use as a brood mare again, but she refused to shrink before him.

“What have we here?” He reached for the dagger strapped to her thigh in a leather sheath.

“Please, it means a lot to me.”

“Please? Do you think by begging me I will allow you to keep it?” His icy stare chilled her.

Ah, there was that glimpse of brutality, and she remained quiet.

Her new master unclasped the thin belt and yanked the sheath from her thigh. “You can earn it back from me.” He turned to leave and paused, facing her. “I am called Callileon, but to you I am your Lord and Master. Do not forget that, slave.”

He left the room, and Becuille’s fierce glare penetrated his retreating back. She decided that she hated this man and hoped he was the one she was sent to kill.

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“Of Gods and Vengeance is a Greek tragedy featuring star-crossed lovers set in an era where slavery and human and animal sacrifice were commonplace.” This tragic tale takes you on a bumper ride nevertheless thrilling journey that you don’t want to come to an end. I have read a number of Kelly Heckart’s books and she’s an incredibly gifted author. For lovers of this genre, her books are a rare treat.

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Of Ravens and Wolves: Magic demands its price

 

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An ancient goddess awakens for vengeance. Mortal bonds of love fracture. And a past life’s magic demands blood.

 

In the sequel to Of Water and Dragons, Nemu, now mortal, and Ambiorix must fight to survive in the wild lands of the Caitt in northern Caledonia where they escaped capture after Ambiorix deserted from the Roman army. But another, more sinister danger also hunts them, a result of Nemu’s actions in her immortal past life. She thought she could leave her divine wrath behind her, but now she must confront her powerful enemies. Unable to escape her cursed immortal destiny, their idyllic world is about to be shattered, and their fierce bond put to the ultimate test. They will either rise together or fall.

 

If you love deep emotional stakes, fated bonds, indomitable heroines, rich historical detail, and high-stakes romantic fantasy set in a world of Roman soldiers, powerful Druids, and vengeful Celtic deities, buy Of Ravens and Wolves today to plunge into a world of magic and passion!

Excerpt:

The Caitt priestess waited for Nemu in the deepest shadows. She gestured for her to sit beside her on a flat rock.

“You are one of the Ancient Ones.” Her voice sounded hollow, ringing through the pines and into the night.

“As are you.” Nemu searched her eyes for the truth, but the priestess could mask her thoughts well. “Why have you sent for me?”

The skinned wildcat head draped over hers like a hood, the fangs flashing sharp and deadly like twin crescent moons. The priestess’s eyes resembled a cat’s, unblinking and yellow in the darkness.

“I did not send for you. You came to me for an answer.”

A nighthawk screeched nearby.

“You know about my dreams.” Nemu swallowed hard.

“Do not follow the raven. Follow the wolf. The wolf will show you the way.” The night devoured her cryptic words.

“And I will know what the dreams mean?”

“You will know who you really are.” The gleam in her eyes softened, reflecting pity.

Nemu looked away for a moment. She turned back to the priestess and found herself sitting alone, the space beside her cold and empty.

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“Heckart’s work offers beautiful poetic descriptions rich in detail. Reading this book is a sensual pleasure. It is especially a joy to read about the idyllic agrarian lifestyle and the sense of people’s connection to the land, to the tribe, and to the spirit world. The richness of detail in descriptions create a powerful aura that positively fills this world.”

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Of Water and Dragons, a high-stakes romantasy

Two empires clash. Two destinies entwine. A love written in the stars—and forged in blood.

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He’s a Roman soldier. She’s an enemy of Rome.

The Romans call the land they want to conquer Caledonia. Nemu calls it home. The half-human, half-water faery has a second chance to save the Celtic people from the Roman legions, but the cost might be too high.

Ambiorix is torn between his duty to Rome and his growing affection for a mystical Caledonian woman. He questions everything he’s been taught about the barbaric Celtic tribes.

Their worlds collide in a fury of fire, blood, and darkness.
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The ash trees stood around her, gray branches spread wide like open arms. She pressed her palm and cheek to the thin, furrowed bark of the trunk, silently calling to the spirit that inhabited the tree.

The leaves swayed back and forth, pushed by a light breeze. Vibrations coursed through her body and she closed her eyes, listening to the whispering of the trees.

The trees remembered what happened the last time the dragon was summoned.

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This series was inspired by my time as a bass player in a hard rock all-female band. Making music is like magic to me.

Sometimes, the end is really the beginning.

Kate Wolf has messed up her life big-time. She destroyed her successful music career, her close friendships with her Hecate’s Fury bandmates, and her marriage. Now she is given a second chance to succeed as author Kaitlyn Storm. An offer to turn her book series into three movies should make her happy, but her troubled rock-star past continues to torment her.

When a snowstorm traps her in a haunted cabin with Kane Devlin, the hot Scottish movie star playing her hero, they awaken more than just passion. But before she can move on, Kate must let go of the guilt and shame holding her back.

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Smiling, I stroked his cheek, caught up in the moment. Confronting that apparition had been kind of a thrill. He fought by my side like a gallant, brave warrior, and it really turned me on.

“Wish one of your young models were here with you now?”

He leaned down and kissed me, weakening my knees, then drew back. “There’s your answer,” he murmured in a rough voice.

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Not a New Year resolution, a wish!

 Starting the year off with a wish for a fairy tale with a HEA for all of us in 2026!

Happy New Year!

 Blurb:
 One evening, in a land far away, a wife spins a story for the amusement of     her husband. Like the original tale, this contemporary Cinderella is       definitely for those who love romance and a HEA. However, she adds a few   touches of the erotic. For her husband, you understand.

 In this tale, Charlotte dreams of her prince, James, but learns about beauty   and love from her fairy godfather, Cooper. She might not lose a glass   slipper,  but her heart is in danger of being left behind. Who rules her heart  —Cooper or James? 

 One thing for sure, by the time our Charlotte arrives at the ball, she’d sure   like to know which man is her real Prince Charming.

  

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Excerpt: 

Katherine walked into her daughter’s bedroom with a warm smile for the little girl. “And who do I find here?” she asked. “Is it a rock star, a fashion model or an award-winning actress?”

“Oh, mommy, you know who I am,” the girl said with a giggle. For just a moment Katherine’s breath caught and her heart overflowed with love for this four-year-old person. She and Cole had made this child, had conceived her in love, trust and respect, but it still seemed incomprehensible that she was as beautiful as she was, as sweet and wonderful as she was. Katherine could so clearly see Cole’s eyes and her mouth reflected in their daughter’s face, but there was more there that was a combination of them both, and therefore all Alyssa’s. Katherine had to remind herself that probably all parents felt their children were perfect and wonderful, but with their little Alyssa, she knew it was true beyond any doubt.

“Yes, I know who you are, my little love. You are queen of my heart, princess of my mind, ruler–”

“–of all I hold dear.” Alyssa finished the oft heard phrase in triumph. She had bouncy curls of brown hair that hung down to her chin, gleaming blue eyes and a pert nose. Her mouth was most often formed around a smile.

“You’re getting too smart for me, Munchkin. What story would you like to hear?” Katherine settled her daughter under the covers, and positioned herself at the head of the bed next to Alyssa’s pillow, so that the child could see the pictures in the book and also be in place to fall asleep.

“Cinderella!”

“Okay, Cinderella it is.” Katherine reached for the book from the stack of those on the bedside table and opened it to the first page. “Once upon a–”

“No, mommy. You’ve got to start with the title.”

With a small smile Katherine turned to the title page and started over. “Cinderella.” She flipped back to the story. “Once upon a time…”

Minutes later, long before the clock had struck midnight and the glass slipper had been lost, Alyssa was sleeping. Katherine stood and moved her slightly, so that she was in the center of the bed. She smoothed Alyssa’s hair from her face and kissed her forehead, making sure that her stuffed bunny was firmly secured in her arm and that she was warmly covered. As Katherine turned, she saw Cole leaning against the doorjamb, watching her with a tender expression.

“You know that I think you’re the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth, but when I see you with Alyssa, it’s almost too much. You two are the most important things in my life.” Katherine turned out the bedside lamp and walked into Cole’s arms, stretching into him as he stroked her back and nuzzled her hair.

“As the two of you are to me,” Katherine responded. “Let’s go downstairs.” With Cole’s arm wrapped around her shoulders they made their way to the living room.

Cole had started a fire and the room was warm and softly lighted by the flames; crackling of the burning logs and popping as sap hit the heat of the fire were the only sounds.

Cole poured glasses of wine and they rested, Katherine against his chest in the circle of his arm, Cole leaning against the rounded arm of the sofa. They sat peacefully for several moments, staring into the fire. With his hand over her shoulder, Cole caressed Katherine’s breast; she rested her hand on his leg, with her elbow covering and lightly putting pressure on the bulge in his pants.

“Are you going to tell me a bedtime story now?” asked Cole.

“Would you like one?” He kissed the top of her head and nodded. “Okay, do you like Cinderella, too?”

“Sure. The adult version, however. I didn’t mind the children’s version when I was a child, although I always thought the prince was too much of a sissy. I thought she should find a good warrior to marry.”

“You would, you blood-thirsty man.”

“Now, I think the prince would be looking for a bit more in a wife than simple beauty and strange taste in shoes.” He looked at Katherine’s platform shoes. “Although unusual taste in footwear isn’t always a negative.”

“Thank you,” she said smartly.

He chuckled. “So, make sure that Cindy has all the requisites to be the wife of a prince.”

“And what might that entail, do you think?” Katherine sat up and turned so that she could see her husband.

“Make her like you.”

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"The Cinderella Curse was just perfect for hopeless romantics like me. Even if you're not a hopeless romantic, Charlotte and Cooper's sweet and emotionally charged banter will definitely warm your heart. I definitely recommend reading this modern day Cinderella... with a twist!"

"I had forgotten how enjoyable it could be to read a fun and easy read with a perfect ending, a happily ever after. Don't expect though to be the usual read, the story is full of witty and funny repartee and Ms. Knight does know her men. She knows their sense of humor and their foibles, and the banter between good friends that become lovers. There is something so solid and balanced about this couple, her innocence vs. his knowledge, and he is a knight in shining armor. As I finished I smiled ..."

 A little about me:
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.

 After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website. And all three offer some of the best romance you can find! Also, once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity. Sign up for my newsletter and have access to free reads.

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HARD AS A ROCK COWBOY by Lexi Post has released!

 

Hard as a Rock Cowboy 

(Rocky Road Ranch: Book 2) 

by Lexi Post

She’s the only thing standing in the way of the life he’s always wanted…

Brody Dunn is anxious to start his training as a wildlife manager and begin his new career away from Rocky Road Ranch. His father has agreed to release him from his promise to work on the ranch if he can convince the neighbors to sell their land.

When he discovers that the granddaughter of the elderly couple who owned the land has inherited it, and better yet, has lived in the city her entire life never knowing the land existed, he’s sure it will be easy getting her to sell.

Hannah Kingsley is shocked yet thrilled to discover she owns land in Four Peaks. Though it’s nothing but desert and an old casita, it’s all hers. Besides, it even comes with a knowledgeable and handsome neighbor! What could be better?

It doesn’t take long for her to realize Brody wants her to sell right away, yet the more she learns about her property, the town, and him, the more she knows this is the place for her. And just maybe, Brody’s the man for her as well. But can she get him to see what’s right in front of his nose, or will his one-track mind be his downfall?

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Excerpt:

Brody looked to where Hannah pointed briefly before grabbing his waist again. “Yes.” He adjusted their course a bit and brought them within fifty feet of the building before halting.

“Oh, I can’t wait to see this!”

At Hannah’s exclamation, alarm bells went off. He got off the ATV and before he could say anything, she’d jumped off, only to stumble a bit. He grabbed her arm to help her regain her balance.

“Thank you. I didn’t realize my equilibrium was so delicate.”

He let go when she lifted her hands up to take off the helmet. She set it on the machine before turning to look at the adobe building barely discernible from the cacti and Goat’s Beard vines growing over it and against it.

“If it wasn’t so flat out here, I would have never noticed this. I wonder if it was here even before my grandparents bought the land.”

“My guess is it’s been here at least sixty years.” He’d hoped that would make her shy away, but that wasn’t her reaction at all. In fact, her eyes widened with glee.

“Wow. That’s just amazing.” With that, she started forward.

Quickly, he grabbed her arm. “Whoa there, where you going?”

“I’m going inside, of course.”

He planted his feet, still not letting go. “I wouldn’t suggest it. That building has been abandoned to the desert. That means nature could have taken it over including animals, reptiles, and insects.”

She blinked as if considering that for the first time. “Would any of them be dangerous. I mean, beside tarantulas. I do know they live out here.”

He called on his patience, of which he wasn’t known for. She was simply ignorant of the dangers of the Sonoran Desert. He let go of her arm and stepped between her and the building to face her. He wanted her to know how serious he was. “Yes, there could be tarantulas, but also rattlesnakes, raccoons, or even javelinas, not to mention the walls could cave in.”

She eyed the building, hopefully seeing what he saw. “I didn’t realize. I guess we’ll have to investigate carefully.”

As she stepped around him, he stood in shock for a moment before his senses caught on that he needed to protect her. Spinning around, he strode up next to her. “I wouldn’t advise going inside.”

She glanced at him but kept her focus on the building. “Thank you. I still want to see it.”

Beyond picking her up and carrying her back to the ATV, there was nothing he could do. It was her land and her old casita. Still, he wouldn’t let her get hurt. Luckily, she started by walking around the structure. She stopped and pointed away from it to a pile of rotted wood on the ground. “Was that the shed?”

“Yes. There was more wood, but a lot has rotted back into the ground.”

She didn’t respond, instead continuing her walk around the building. Finally, she stopped at the front door, which was made of thick ironwood being held on by rusty hinges. “It’s beautiful.”

He frowned, not sure he heard her right. “Did you say it’s beautiful?”

She pulled out her phone and took a picture. “Yes, the way nature has wrapped its arms around this manmade structure as if to protect it. Don’t you think it’s poignant?”

Staring at the vine covered walls and a mesquite that towered over the roof, he tried to see what she saw. But he couldn’t. “It definitely makes a statement…to be careful.”

She shook her head at him before moving forward toward the door.

His hand shot out before he could take it back, and she halted. “Is something wrong.”

“Just go slow. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Her warm brown gaze softened. “I promise, I’ll be careful.”

Nodding, he curled his fingers into fists as she pushed a few vines aside, ducked beneath them, and opened the door.

About Lexi:

Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of romance inspired by the classics. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.

But Lexi's first love is romance novels so she married her two first loves, romance and the classics. Whether it’s sizzling cowboys, dashing dukes, hot immortals, or hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides a sensuous experience with a “whole lotta story.”

Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her two cats in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you’ll never see her without a hat.

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The next book in The Price of Talent Series is coming...

Hey all, AK Nevermore back with you! This month I'm here to tell you that if you're a fan of spicy dystopian romance and haven't started reading the Price of Talent Series in Kindle Unlimited, now's a great time to start, because book 4, Overlord, is about to be released!

About the Series...

On an alternate earth, a cataclysm has altered a subset of the population. Talents are persecuted for their psychic and physical mutations, giving rise to two conflicting societies based upon maintaining genetic purity. And the Source, a shadowy corporate entity dependent upon the exploitation of captive Talents, is hunting them…

About the Book..

Chaos rules the city of Glynfyls.

And all Flynn Scot can do is watch. With the hill frozen in the shadow of the coming Incursion, and the commons giving into a bacchanal madness, the city’s chances of survival are dire. His hands tied by mandates, in order to do what he knows is right and give them a fighting chance, Flynn will have to risk everything by doing wrong.

Meanwhile, Kara can’t hide her declining health.

The Triam’s location remains elusive, and the window to get the treatment she needs is closing. Unwilling to give in, or idly await her fate, she hatches a daring plan to help save the city, even if it ends up destroying her politically.

Because Titus’s army is marching closer to Glynfyls, and they’re not alone.

With them comes a monster that threatens not only the city, but the entire Breaker hierarchy. As the world watches on tenterhooks, Flynn and Kara race against the clock to save their people, but there’s no guarantee they can save themselves.

Excerpt:

Mother’s consciousness slid from Victor’s, her jewel-encrusted fingers falling in a contemplative staccato against her abdomen. She lay on her chaise of tawny leather in the flickering torchlight, her sanctuary otherwise still. Beyond the arch opposite her dais, a gibbous moon filled a sky rife with stars. A distant surf crashed against the shores, and night creatures called to one another through balmy air perfumed with tropicals.

She pinched the stink of incendiaries from her nose.

Cal’s exodus of his Talents to the North was expected, though gating them directly there had been a surprise. Always such a showman. He must be quite pleased with himself. A smile ghosted across her lips, doubting he’d be as smug when he learned she’d laid plans to intercept the crafts transporting the rest of them North.

No, it was the arrival of that mercenary unit that concerned her. It was the tip of another hand at play. That would bear reflection, as would her plans for the remaining Sons. Victor and a handful of others had escaped, expending their gating stones in the process. Through the shard embedded in his brow, it had been but an afterthought to remove any suspicion they’d been borne of talent. She’d also ensured that the radiation they’d been exposed to wouldn’t kill them, though their continued existence would be less than comfortable. Deservedly so.

And once again, her time-table had been moved up.

Her hand raised to caress the amethyst shards at her brow as she sat, the small movements echoing through the vast stone chamber. Originally a temple to some long-forgotten deity, it was a fitting tableau. Shackled by the very power that would allow her to remake the world, this sprawling ramble of the sea’s washed-up bones was her wellspring. A smile curved her lips. Overlord in her own right.

Gravel crunched on the path outside, and two long shadows speared between the columns of polished coquina running the length of the room. The twins had been awaiting her summons.

They moved to the foot of the dais with a dancer’s grace, beautiful to watch, even their heart beats in sync. The charms in Elize’s braids chimed musically, Enoch’s heavier tread the beat. It had ever been so, save when Cal had come between them, and from those small cracks a fissure had grown.

Mother’s mind caressed their thoughts, amused at Enoch’s longing to wrap his fingers around her neck and squeeze. His startling blue eyes met hers, a montage of torments playing out for her behind them. He’d become inventive over the centuries. Pity he’d never get to put it into practice. Not on her, at least. She sent a jagged lance of her will through his skull.

He grimaced, hands clenching and sweat pebbling his brow. She lashed at his mind again, and his knees buckled. At his side, Elize licked her lips, murmuring something. His head whipped towards her, shoulders slumping. A trembling hand raised to caress the amethyst shard between his brows.

Mother’s smile became beatific. More than a direct link to their minds, the gemstone shards served as a clever refreshment device. Unsightly, perhaps, but effective. At his touch, pain was replaced by euphoria, any thoughts of rebellion erased.

“You will attend, Enoch,” Mother said. The satisfaction in her voice rasped against stone, sparking the dampened desire for vengeance at his core. Rogan had done her a favor in almost killing him. She never would’ve been able to slip her leash around Enoch’s neck otherwise. “Find the potentials for me.”

He tensed, and Elize put a hand on his arm, charms tinkling with the slight shake of her head. He blew out a breath and retrieved the dice from his pocket. Squatting, he cast them to the floor, his halos flaring amethyst. Once, and again. Three times.

He sat back on his heels, lips pursed. “Unchanged. If we stay the course…”

“But?”

“That tangent I warned you about.” His lush mouth was sour. “I can’t find the outcome, it ends in a void.” He spat the word like a curse.

“Is it of Cal’s making?”

“No.” He spat again. “It tastes like graveyard midden, other. I can’t explain it.”

Interesting. Mother sat back against her cushions. “Prepare to go north, it’s almost time to collect your charges.” She waved a hand, dismissing them, her consciousness riding with Enoch’s as they left…

“You need to give her less cause to watch us,” Elize said when they’d gotten outside.

Enoch snorted, pulling a crescent dagger from its sheath and flipping it around in his hand. His thoughts trembled in anticipation of visiting the stews in the lower city. Mother almost pitied the first young man he came across.

“Do you honestly think she’s not watching right now?” He glared at his sister, and Elize put her arms around his neck, kissing his lips chastely.

“It doesn’t matter. Our revenge draws nigh.”

“To what end?” He pulled from her embrace and jammed the knife back into his belt. “The potential for her to alter this reality has never wavered, but the fulfillment of our own desires is far less certain. I told you, there’s a point I see where probability stops, and that damned tangent—”

She drew him to her again. “What matter whose hand they die by, if we bring it about?”

“That’s all that matters!” He growled, ripping at the thick scar slicing across his throat.

Elize backhanded him, and he reeled from her. “Not anymore. Mother will reverse the Surge, and everything will be set right.”

“Mother.” He sneered, licking the blood from his lip. “Jane’s as batshit as her old man was, playing with things neither of them—” Elize swallowed a sob, and he narrowed his eyes. “You honestly think you’ll get Cal back. Why in God’s name—”

“I won’t need to get him back, because I hadn’t lost him yet!” She grabbed the blade from his belt and held beneath his jaw. “If you ruin this for me…”

His Adam’s apple bobbed, a hot, wet line running to drip from the ropey lesion below it. Elize held his gaze for a moment longer, then dropped the dagger and walked away.

Enoch didn’t move, watching her until she disappeared around the bend in the path, then bent to retrieve his dagger. He ran his thumb over the blade, his halos reflecting off its mirrored surface, finding the probability of Rogan’s death at his hand.

Mother felt the void as he ran up against it, and smiled.

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Unable to ignore the voices in her head, and unwilling to become medicated, she writes Science Fiction and Fantasy full time. 

AK pays the bills writing a copious amount of copy, along with a column on SFF. She belongs to numerous industry organizations, volunteers for far too many committees, teaches creative writing, and on the rare occasion, sleeps.