Hey all. I figured I would add an excerpt from book one for those of you who haven’t read it but are interested in finding out about it before actually forking out the 2.99 to buy it (can’t say I blame ya. Frugal is my middle name). I also wanted to give an update on book 2. I have finished writing it and am about a fourth of the way through the first edit. Given my extremely busy schedule, it’ll probably be finished in a couple weeks. I’ll keep ya posted. So here’s the first chapter of book one. I’ll be posting excerpts from book two later this week.
No Twilight tonight
Would I sound too much like a TV evangelist if I screamed out
“Back to hell with you, Demon spawn!” while standing on a sidewalk in
the middle of the entertainment district in Mobile, Alabama? Yeah,
probably. You know, there was a time in my life when that statement
alone would have earned me a stay in a rubber room. But that just
shows you how much my life has changed over the past few centuries.
Here I was minding my own when some low rate Demon starts trying
to suck the soul out of a drunk skanky chick while standing on the
sidewalk in front me. Seriously? He didn’t even have the decency to
take it to a back alley or her place? Not that that would make sucking
her soul out any less wrong, I don’t care how skanky she is. So being
the good samaritan that I am I told the stupid Demon to stop. Which
of course earned me a nasty look by StupidDemon.
“Mind your own business Human or I’ll be tasting you next.”
Pahleeease. Like I’d let that nasty piece of work touch me let alone
suck my soul out. Fortunately, I knew something he didn’t. Even
though I look like your typical dark haired, blue eyed Human of
average height, it was all due to the glamour that I wore. I mean,
technically, I was dark haired and blue eyed but I was not Human.
And it was the magic inside me that the glamour hid. That magic and
my complete badassness were going to send this skank sucking
Demon back to the dimension he came from. Meanwhile, Skanky was
looking at StupidDemon like he was the next Edward Cullen even going
as far as to rub up against him and moan like she couldn’t wait for him
to take her life. I’m sure the mind whammy he put on her had her
believing she was his Bella Swan. How lame.
I looked at StupidDemon, smiled and said, “A, I’m not Human and B,” I
pulled my twin scimitars from the vail and pointed them at him. “if you
try to kiss me, I’ll have to stick these up your ass. So, release the Human
and we can finish this.”
I really hate when they run. It makes me want to jerk them to a stop,
slap them upside their head and tell them to grow a pair. But Demon
are notorious runners when up against someone as strong as them
and I think this Demon had finally figured out that I could kill him in
my sleep. I wouldn’t have put him higher in the Demon hierarchy than
a messenger at best. So now instead of relaxing in my favorite pub
enjoying a nice cold drink, I’m wading through muck up to my ankles.
I guess I should feel lucky it’s only to my ankles and not waist or neck
deep. The marshes in The Port City get pretty deep until you just end up
in the bay. And, how did I end up in the marshes from downtown? Well
once he realized I wasn’t what he thought I was, he took off like a
bullet. It’s not everyday that you see someone pull a weapon out of
the vail and so he headed for the Bankhead tunnel (in which I was
almost plowed over by a Buick), crossed Water Street and into the
marshes. There’s a reason Mobile is called The Port City. You can’t
throw a stone without hitting water. The muck in the marshes is so
thick and black all he would have to do is dive under and make his
way to deeper water. It would be like looking for a needle in a hay
stack. So, to end this game of tag, I decided to pull some energy
from my surroundings to give myself a boost of speed. I could
have used my own reserve of magic to make me faster but it’s
better to save that for when I’m actually fighting, that way I
don’t run out when I need it. It takes a few moments to pull from
your environment and when you’re doing hand to hand every
second counts. I really don’t like to absorb magic from my
surroundings because it kills the plant and animal life that I take
from, plus it feels weird. I guess the best way to explain it is like
this, when I borrow energy from an Other I’m technically getting
a piece of their essence(which they replenish within days) and it
feels like them whether it’s a Vamp, Were, Elve, etc. I never
borrow from a Human because essentially I’m taking part of
their life force which would cause their lifespan to be shortened.
Depending on how much is borrowed, their life could be
shortened by a few weeks or several years and Humans are
here for such a short time already that it doesn’t seem
fair to borrow from it. Not to mention it’s illegal. I wouldn’t
want the Human Right’s task force on my tail. There are some
bad mofo’s working on those task forces and once they put
your name out to all the divisions throughout the US you
might as well consider your ass gone cause there isn’t
any coming back from that. They consider crimes by Others
that harm Humans premeditated and thereby punishable to
the maximum extent of the law, which basically means your
executed. Yeah, not the way I wanna go.
So, pulling energy from Humans is a big no no but Others are a
good source of energy as long as they hold still. Of course you
are supposed to have their permission. Supposed to. Plants and
tiny bacteria are also a good source to draw from but they are so
far away from what I am that their essence feels…well…weird.
Sorry, I’m not very poetic.
The energy I received from my surroundings does just what I need
it too. I quickly closed the fifty foot gap between me and the skank
sucker in front of me and went to jump on his back. Only, he turned
at the last second and used my momentum to throw me over him.
I hit the water face first and then jumped up to go at him again. I
suppose I should be thankful that it was mid-April and the water
was already in the sixties. By the time I had righted myself in the
waist-deep water the demon was already facing me.
“I know who you are now. You are the immortal slave that poses as
a Human. My master will be very pleased when I deliver him your soul.”
You know what they say: Don’t count your chickens.
“Yeah. Well tell your master to go fuck himself.”
Like I said I’m not very poetic. I would have used my magic to freeze
him in place or take control of the water and use it to hold him while
I sent him back to this master of his but he wouldn’t hold still long
enough for me to hit him with anything. Instead, he kept pacing an
unpredictable path around me. He was actually smart for a low
ranking demon which was surprising. Either he was young and
hadn’t had time to make his way up to a higher level or just hadn’t
figured out a way to kill his master so that he could take his place.
Since StupidDemon (yes, I’m still going to call him that even though
I know he’s not really stupid he is a F in demon after all) wouldn’t
hold still, I figured I had to take him out the old fashioned way. So,
as he was making his circuit back around I reached into the vail,
pulled out my Louisville slugger and in an attempt to have him
sleeping with the fishes, swung it toward the vicinity of his mellon.
I don’t know why but every time I fight with a bat (which isn’t often
enough let me tell you) I tend to start using mobster jargon.
I got him in the back of the head and he was knocked off balance.
He had to take several steps away from me to keep from falling
into the water. I dropped my bat and took that opportunity to
jump on his back which in retrospect wasn’t the smartest thing I
could have done since it knocked us both into the water. But I
held onto him for all I was worth even though he was twisting
and flailing his arms looking for any means of escape. Unfortunately,
I couldn’t hold on to him and pull Brimstone from the vail, so I just
held my breath and waited for him to run out of steam which took
a few minutes. Yes, I can hold my breath for that long.
When he finally slowed down I pulled Brimstone, said the ritual in
ancient Hellion that would bind him to Hell for the rest of eternity
and plunged the five inch blade through his back, straight into his
chest. The response was instantaneous, one moment he was there
with me riding his back like some deformed spider monkey and the
next he was gone. Which of course caused me to fall, again, into the
muck. This was the suckiest Saturday night I’ve had in a long time
and that’s really saying something. Time to head home and shower.
Repeatedly. Who knows what’s in this slop.