Welcome readers
to a special blog post today! I’m featuring author D. Fischer, a
multi-genre paranormal fantasy author, with a premiere excerpt from the first book in her upcoming epic
and high fantasy series, Rise of the Realms – REBORN. Read on!
Fischer’s previous
works include Night of Terror, Prurient’s Bluff, the Cloven Pack series
(shape-shifter wolf series), and some scary sexy paranormal short stories.
Paranormal, dark and disturbing, suspense, and even erotica, are the themes in
her novels. In Reborn the author
takes on witches, angels and vampires in a new, intense fantasy series. Let’s get to
the blurb and excerpt!
“This isn’t a
place for beating hearts. This is death, and death is endless.”
Five people.
Five crossing fates. One person’s actions change their lives forever.
Making a deal
with the Fee has its price. In Katriane Dupont’s case, it comes with scales and
an unlimited amount of power. The consequences of her actions unfold with
crippling events, shifting the Realms. Shades cross the Death Realm, and an
Angel, determined for answers, clips her wings.
Can Kat control
what’s within her? Or will it consume her?
“It’s nature, to
fight to live, even until your very last breath.”
Enjoy this thrilling new EXCERPT
Enjoy this thrilling new EXCERPT
Perched on the
edge of the brick building, I watch my charge, Katriane Dupont, walk into her
shop. My drenched, long curls whip about my face with the force of the wind
rolling up the side of the brick below me. My dress clings to my skin and my
white, feathered wings rustle against my back in agitation, cascading droplets
of rain. Her footsteps are light but careful, her grace becoming legendary
amongst the Guardian Realm.
A witch expelled
from her coven is a vulnerable one, and for a reason I can’t fathom, the
creatures of the dead flock to her like Earth Realm bugs to a light.
It’s late, the
stars should twinkle in the night sky, but the roaring storm consumes them with
its thunderous veracity. This is a wet fall the Earth Realm is having, a sure
sign that its winter will be a strong and vicious one.
The bell chimes
as she opens the glass door to her shop, echoing against the buildings of the
empty street. Soon she disappears from my view, confined to the safety of her
home. I watch as the lights flick on in the second story of the building, and
my heart eases. She’s safe. My job is half-way done, but yet, the questions
forming in my head have yet to be answered.
My eyes return
to the danger threatening my charge’s safety. In the alley, just beside her
shop, two pairs of red eyes lurk like roaches, concealed by the dark shadows as
they hunch close to the ground. They wait for the moment of visible weakness to
strike my unsuspecting Katriane, but unfortunately for them, they’ll never have
the chance.
Slowly, I stand
from my perched position and expand my wings before flexing the muscles in my
back, beating them against the air. The sound is drowned by the thunder, and my
body lifts into the night. Taking the higher route as to not be seen, I fly the
short distance to Katriane’s building and perch once more. As a hundreds of
years old angel, my movements are fluid and quiet with practiced ease. The
enemies on the ground, none-the-wiser, have little knowledge I watch them like
a hawk stalking its next feast. Over my dead, immortal body will any vampire
lay a claw or fang on my charge.
They begin
speaking to each other, but all I hear is the slight hissing at the end of each
word, their lips attempting to make coherent sounds around their permanently
elongated fangs. I curse Kheelan for the day he created these monstrosities.
They’re assassins, their only purpose to do Kheelan’s bidding. They’re a plague
to the world, a disgrace to the realms, and that of the Fee who had created
them so long ago. There was a time that these creatures of the dead didn’t
exist and each realm was all the better for it.
Thick, oiling
revulsion rolls in the pit of my stomach. Only a sick mind could create such a
monster, such a contradiction to life itself, and then unleash them to this
innocent realm. My fingers grip the edge of the wall between my feet, my
knuckles straining against my skin as I fight my inner hatred.
Silently, they
make their way to the edge of the alley. No longer worried about their
concealment, they walk through the middle instead of shimming, crouched, along
the wall. I sigh at their ignorance and spread my wings once more, leaping from
the edge and dropping to the ground in a dive.
It’s a short
fall, but as my feet touch the wet cement with a grace few creatures possess,
the vampires’ sensitive hearing picks up the extra step as I take it. The rain
puddled against the cement caresses the bottom of my feet and the fresh scent
of wet dirt tickles in the inside of my nose.
They whip their
heads around, their red eyes deep, like pools of blood puddled on the floor. I
imagine those eyes themselves would strike fear into any victim.
Veins black as
the night sky are visible through their pale skin and fangs dip past their bottom
lip, poking the skin just above their chins. The smell of rotting, dead flesh
wrinkles my nose and my stomach rolls once more.
“Evening boys,”
I greet with much more kindness than they deserve. I tilt my head. “Care to
share your plans for this fine night?”
They step from
the shadows and I get a better view of their profile. One has red hair and a
pinched nose, the other has black hair, matching the veins inside his skin.
Both tall and broad in size, I imagine whoever sent them had chosen them on
purpose.
The red-haired
vampire hisses at me, red-tinged spittle flying from his mouth. The rain
flattening his hair to his forehead causes him to look more like a vulnerable
living being, but he’s not. No vampire is a living being and each should be
judged accordingly for their crimes—I’d be honored to deliver the verdict.
Quicker than the
rain that pounds the ground and the lightning that strikes the land, they race
toward me. But I’m prepared. I bend my knees, ducking and spreading my wings.
As I spin on the balls of my bare feet, my wings hit the vampires against their
torsos, sending them crashing into the brick wall. Before they can fall to the
ground, I rush forward, reach out my hands, and capture their necks. Their skin
feels slick—like the carcass of a plucked chicken—but not from the downpour.
The feel of the skin against mine threatens the hold of my fingers, their
grips, and the contents within my stomach.
Pinned to the
man-made rock, their fingers claw hands but it’s useless—I don’t feel it.
Angels are built to be indestructible to any enemy of the night—we have far
more strength than any vampire.
“Do you think
the Death Realm has a place for the twice dead?” I whisper to them, my face
relaxed as I easily hold them prisoner. They hiss and guttural growls pass
chomping teeth. I blink, unaffected, and twist my hands to the side. The snap
of their spine rings true, announcing my easy victory. Within another blink,
they’re piles of dust pooled against the concrete. I watch as rain flows along
the grooves, mixing with their ashes and carrying them away to the street drain
just beyond.
“I suppose
they’ll find out,” I mumble to myself.
Glancing down
the alleyway, both left and right, I make sure that’s the last of them before
soaring back into the sky, the rain beating against my skin from my gathering
speed.
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