Isis,
Vampires and Ghosts – Oh My!
Other
World Series
Book
One
by Janis
Hill
Genre: Urban
Fantasy
Publisher: Hague
Publishing
Word Count:
90,000
Cover Artist: Jade Zivanovic
Book
Description:
Too late to save
her sister’s life, Stephanie Anders must now try to save her soul from the
vampire who has possessed her, Branwyre, eighteenth vampire Lord of the Aegean.
With only the
aid of the ghost of a pissed-off Buddhist monk with a potty mouth and the
modern day Priestess of Isis, Stephanie must take on demons and other denizens
of a world she knows nothing about if she is to succeed in banishing Branwyre.
But even more
difficult than that, she must learn how to forgive her sister Estella for what
she did to her if she is to have even half a chance of saving her soul. Welcome
to a world within our own – the Other World.
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Excerpt from Isis, Vampires and Ghosts - Oh My!
Chapter 5
Estella had the grace
and timing to wake up just after I’d hauled her dead weight, literally, into
the chair and balanced it there long enough the grab the rope.
“By the Light of Isis,
what do you think you’re doing?” Her tone was nearly petulant enough to be the
old Estella asking me, not the new peace-and-love one.
“Following your High
Priestess’ instructions.” I grunted while tying her hands behind her back as
best I could, before continuing to wrap the rope around her and the chair.
“But why are you tying
me to a chair now?” she asked, aghast to realise just how tight I had done it.
“Branwyre can’t take over until night time. We’ve got at least another hour.”
Ignoring her question
for a moment, I snatched her right foot and tied it to the corresponding chair
leg. Then, ignoring the attempted kick, did the same to her left one.
“Roxanna clearly
states in her instructions here to gather the required items, purify them and
set it all up, you included.” I waved the note at her before continuing to wrap
her legs, backside and chair in the rope. Yeah, I’d gotten a decent amount. Who
says two for one sales are a waste of time? “Nowhere in her instructions does
it say we should stop for coffee and a chat. When I’ve got as much of it ready
as I can before moonrise, I can actually have a rest. You know, something even
we non-undead need to do from time to time.”
She went to protest, I
even paused to watch the show I felt she was about to perform, but other than
gaping a few times like a stunned fish, she stayed quiet. Wow, this Light of
Isis was amazing if it could prevent the Queen of Whinge from speaking.
“Fine then,” she
finally managed, a slight sulky tone to her voice. “But how am I meant to eat
dinner?”
I sighed; I hadn’t
honestly thought of that, going along the lines that she was dead. Yes she was
an animated corpse right now, but dead was dead. You shouldn’t have to provide
meals for them.
“Nowhere in my
instructions does it say I have to feed you.” I muttered. Then feeling I should
relent a little as she’d found it within herself to be nicer. “But how about I
order pizza, and you eat it cold later. Surely even the Light of Isis can’t
have cured you of your cold pizza habits.”
She sighed, but said
no more for a moment. Didn’t even pout, which surprised me even more than the
silence.
“I do wish you’d be
more respectful of Isis and her purifying Light,” is all she eventually said as
I was adding a few more knots to the back of the chair.
“Uh-huh.” I was more
interested in making sure I’d done a good job, than listen to a lecture on
appropriate religious respect. Especially from someone who in the past hadn’t
held any respect for anyone or anything.
“And no dinner is
fine; I don’t seem to have the need to eat that often anymore.” She continued,
trying to watch me over her shoulder. “I won’t have you dissing cold pizza
though.”
“Sure!” I said,
standing back and wiping sweat from my brow and then my hands on my dress. I
remembered I was still in one of my best ‘sombre but not kinky’ little black
dresses, not having had a chance to change. So Roxanna’s wodge of cash was
buying me a few clothes tomorrow, too. Why not! If I wasn’t allowed to go home
until this was all over, she owed me at least a pair of jeans and clean
underwear. I checked the instructions again. Okay, so all items purified,
sister roped tightly into chair. Salt time! Boy I hoped the motel’s maid
service wouldn’t be too pissed at me, or at least wouldn’t notice until after
we’d left.
About the Author
Janis grew up in
and around Darwin, Australia, and its rural surrounds. As a child, she spent a
lot of time around 'science geeks' at the Darwin University, where her father
was a lecturer for many years. It took her a long time to realise that not
everyone got to grow up like that or could relate to all the Science Labs
scenes in the old Dr Who.
Janis now lives
in the Adelaide Hills with her husband and 3 children, lovingly referred to as
the ‘Demonic Hordes’. She is a semi-retired ICT Support Officer who, when not
writing, takes pride in her work as a Haus Frau while dabbling in the art of
translating century old cookery books into modern recipes to experiment on her
family with.
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ReplyDeleteI love reading about vampires ever since I read the twilight series! Buy ghosts, now that is something I haven't read much about, so this sounds interesting.
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