Readers can read a
sample of the first few chapters on Smashwords, and today I
share another sneak peek into the book’s pages.
The archangel Majelin has been imprisoned
and tortured in the underworld of Sherinias’ domain for five centuries.
Eventually, his light will die and he will fall to the darkness. Whispers of a
tar’merin travelling with Kayos have reached Airedene, the Sacred City of
Angels, giving Sarmalin hope that her husband might be saved, and she goes to
plead with the Demon Lord.
The archangel is in a chamber warded against dark gods, however, so Bane must enter it powerless, or Majelin will die. Bane is forced to use the shadows when demon guardians attack, triggering the trap. He follows the archangel into the underworld’s depths to protect him, and they fall into a hidden world inhabited by legendary beings from the Times of Reckoning.
Many of Bane’s powers do not work there, and his attempts to escape fail, but if he does not return to Sherinias’ domain in time, the dark gods he cast down will rise again and enslave the child goddess. He must find a way out, but the further he travels and the more he learns about the hidden realm, the more he fears that he is in a prison created by a Grey God, and there is no way out…
The archangel is in a chamber warded against dark gods, however, so Bane must enter it powerless, or Majelin will die. Bane is forced to use the shadows when demon guardians attack, triggering the trap. He follows the archangel into the underworld’s depths to protect him, and they fall into a hidden world inhabited by legendary beings from the Times of Reckoning.
Many of Bane’s powers do not work there, and his attempts to escape fail, but if he does not return to Sherinias’ domain in time, the dark gods he cast down will rise again and enslave the child goddess. He must find a way out, but the further he travels and the more he learns about the hidden realm, the more he fears that he is in a prison created by a Grey God, and there is no way out…
Extract from Demon Lord 8, When Angels Fall
Something brushed Bane’s neck, and he spun, his hands raised, to face empty air. A soft snigger from behind him made him whip around again. He rubbed his stinging neck, his hand coming away bloody. The invisible entity was not an air demon, for there was no smell. Another skirl of laughter made him turn. An invisible foe was hard to fight, but two could play at that game. He cloaked himself and listened for sniggers. He turned twice more before it came again, beside him, just as something stabbed him in the flank.
Bane clasped the wound, cursing. The frisson of dark power he could sense when dark gods became invisible evidently gave away his position to a certain degree, and his enemy had only to keep stabbing at the area to eventually skewer him. He unleashed an unfocussed swathe of dark fire, and then waited. A blade pierced his flank from behind, sliced across his ribs and emerged from his chest. Bane spun, ripping the weapon from its wielder’s grip, and more sniggers came from behind him. He groped for the sword’s hilt and tried to tug it out, but the angle was awkward and the pain searing. With a grunt, he Moved to Retribution’s mess hall.
Bane sank down on the nearest vacant couch, his breath catching. Mirra cried his name and hurried to his side. Drevarin jumped up and hastened over to examine the injury.
“It is not too serious,” he said. “It is just under the skin.”
“Just pull it out,” Bane gritted.
“I will do it.” Kayos appeared and strode towards them, Sherinias trotting at his heels.
Mirra and Drevarin moved aside, and the Grey God placed a hand on Bane’s side, dulling the pain as he drew the weapon out. Bane leashed his power while Kayos healed the wound.
He straightened to frown at Bane. “There is only one thing that could attack you like that.”
Something brushed Bane’s neck, and he spun, his hands raised, to face empty air. A soft snigger from behind him made him whip around again. He rubbed his stinging neck, his hand coming away bloody. The invisible entity was not an air demon, for there was no smell. Another skirl of laughter made him turn. An invisible foe was hard to fight, but two could play at that game. He cloaked himself and listened for sniggers. He turned twice more before it came again, beside him, just as something stabbed him in the flank.
Bane clasped the wound, cursing. The frisson of dark power he could sense when dark gods became invisible evidently gave away his position to a certain degree, and his enemy had only to keep stabbing at the area to eventually skewer him. He unleashed an unfocussed swathe of dark fire, and then waited. A blade pierced his flank from behind, sliced across his ribs and emerged from his chest. Bane spun, ripping the weapon from its wielder’s grip, and more sniggers came from behind him. He groped for the sword’s hilt and tried to tug it out, but the angle was awkward and the pain searing. With a grunt, he Moved to Retribution’s mess hall.
Bane sank down on the nearest vacant couch, his breath catching. Mirra cried his name and hurried to his side. Drevarin jumped up and hastened over to examine the injury.
“It is not too serious,” he said. “It is just under the skin.”
“Just pull it out,” Bane gritted.
“I will do it.” Kayos appeared and strode towards them, Sherinias trotting at his heels.
Mirra and Drevarin moved aside, and the Grey God placed a hand on Bane’s side, dulling the pain as he drew the weapon out. Bane leashed his power while Kayos healed the wound.
He straightened to frown at Bane. “There is only one thing that could attack you like that.”
