Excerpt:
"It's a whole hive of the things," Jeremiah whispered. The auchrim merely stared at them, unmoving. Through the enveloping mist, they were strangely androgynous. Multiple copies of the original, a perfect similacra of Alastore.
The creatures parted, making way for a lone figure to step forward. Well, if it wasn't the original himself.
Alastore was dressed impeccably in steel gray trousers and a black dress shirt. His black hair was swept away from his face and slicked back. He looked every bit the gentleman, from the sharp, patrician features, all the way to the tips of his black Gucci loafers.
He was the proverbial wolf in sheep's clothing.
Squeezing between Callum and Amy, Isla moved to stand in front of her friends. Jeremiah and Marduk flanked her on either side, bracing for the worst.
While the three of them knew exactly what they were dealing with, the rest of the searchers had been left in the dark. Callum's gruff voice echoed in the cavern.
"Just who in the hell is this joker?"
Fiddling with his diamond cufflink, Alastore raised an eyebrow and his lips quirked in a half smile. Rich, disembodied laughter bounced around the recesses of the cave.
"Legio nomen mihi est, quia multi sumus," came the quiet answer.
"What? What did he say?"
Jere cleared his throat and flicked a nervous glance behind him at Callum. "He said 'My name is Legion, for we are many'."
"Demon that quotes the Bible. Cute," Amy said.
Alastore glided closer to where Isla stood, causing Jeremiah to surge forward. He was stayed by a calm hand on his arm.
"It was generous of you, witch, to bring us all of these extra souls. I can assure you, they will be put to good use." The demon smiled his gruesome, serrated smile, and actually winked at her. Winked. This time Jeremiah was the one who had to restrain her from going for his throat.
After a brief moment of stillness, Alastore executed a crisp about face and walked back to his minions who, again, made way for him. Just as he passed the front ranks, he paused and turned his head toward the auchrim closest to him.
His voice was as gentle as it was deadly when he spoke.
"Take them."
About the Author, J.K. Hogan:
J.K. Hogan has been telling stories for as long as she can remember, beginning with writing cast lists and storylines for her toys growing up. When she finally decided to put pen to paper, magic happened. She is greatly inspired by all kinds of music and often creates a “soundtrack” for her stories as she writes them.
J.K. resides in North Carolina, where she was born and raised. A true southern girl at heart, she lives on a farm with her husband and their three horses, one miniature donkey, one cat, and two champion agility dogs.
In addition to writing, she enjoys training and competing in dog sports, spending time with her large southern family, camping, boating and, of course, reading! Please feel free to visit J.K.’s contact page—she’d love to hear from you!
Learn more about Ms. Hogan and her books on:
Purchase "Fire on the Island" on:
Review:
I give "Fire on the Island" a 5 star rating.
Giveaway:
One lucky reader will win an e-book version of "Fire on the Island". Open to US & Canada, 18 and older. To enter, simple complete the Rafflecopter below.
Good Luck!
* Disclosure of Material Connection: I am a member of Reading Addiction Blog Tours and a copy of this book was provided to me by the author. Although payment may have been received by Reading Addiction Blog Tours, no payment was received by me in exchange for this review. There was no obligation to write a positive review. All opinions expressed are entirely my own and may not necessarily agree with those of the author, publisher, publicist, or readers of this review. This disclosure is in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255, Guides Concerning Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.
No comments:
Post a Comment