Piercing
the Darkness
Shadow Born Series
Book 2.5
Angela Dennis
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Word Count: 27,000
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
Book Description:
Love knows no bounds.
Cursed by the dark mage who killed her, Hilda Janssen has wandered the Earthly plane as a ghost for fifty years, finally finding her place as an IRT hunter, policing supernatural misfits trapped on Earth after a brutal war.
Shadow Born Series
Book 2.5
Angela Dennis
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Date of
Publication: April 7, 2015
Number of pages:
86 Word Count: 27,000
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
Book Description:
Love knows no bounds.
Cursed by the dark mage who killed her, Hilda Janssen has wandered the Earthly plane as a ghost for fifty years, finally finding her place as an IRT hunter, policing supernatural misfits trapped on Earth after a brutal war.
When a demon
attacks, putting her team in mortal danger, Hilda sacrifices herself to save
her friends. She’s already died once; what difference will doing it again make?
But instead of meeting a final death, Hilda is cast into the Void, a magical
prison from which there is no escape.
Her only hope is
Cade Kerrigan, the lover she left behind after her first death. Their bond and
his magic are the only things strong enough to pull her through the Veil. But
Cade has no idea his soulmate came back as a ghost, and he isn’t too happy to
have been left in the dark.
They must put
aside the baggage of the past to save Hilda from a fate worse than death.
Warning:
Contains star-crossed lovers destined for a second chance, a whirlwind of powerful
magic, and a love so strong it defies even death.
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Excerpt
Everything hurt, even her teeth. Hilda eased to her hands and knees, spitting dirt from her mouth. She had no idea how much time had passed, and she didn’t really care. All she wanted to know was where the hell she was.
Everything hurt, even her teeth. Hilda eased to her hands and knees, spitting dirt from her mouth. She had no idea how much time had passed, and she didn’t really care. All she wanted to know was where the hell she was.
She
tried to stand, but pain brought her back to her knees on the damp ground.
Rubbing at her burning eyes, she shook her head. Her vision was blurry at best,
and all she could see for miles was dirt and darkness. The air was thick with
humidity and stank of wood smoke, burning her lungs each time she inhaled.
Wait.
She was breathing. Ghosts didn’t breathe. And they didn’t hurt.
Her
legs gave out and she collapsed onto the ground. She ran her fingers through
the soggy earth at her side, realizing she could feel it. Fighting back her
growing alarm, she brushed her fingertips across her face. She could feel that
too, and it felt solid.
Holy
shit, she still had a body. She had no idea how that was possible, but she was
going with it. This time when she stood, she was prepared for the instant pain
and weakness, so she managed to stay on her feet. She spun around, searching
for something, anything, other than the endless darkness.
She
definitely was not still on the Earthly plane. This place felt different. The
air was gritty, felt dirty against her skin. And something about it
seemed…wrong.
As
her eyes adjusted, she realized there were globe-like fixtures scattered
beneath the ground. They shimmered with pale blue light that barely penetrated
the dense atmosphere.
But
it was bright enough she could make out the outline of a hillside in the
distance. Maybe if she climbed to the top she could get a better look around.
She
wrapped her arms around her chest to try and get warm, realizing she was naked.
How
she had missed that was anyone’s guess, but it was irrelevant. It wasn’t as if
she could pull a pair of pants and a sweater out of thin air. She’d figure it
out later, once she got her bearings.
Bare
feet dancing across the rough, pebbled landscape, she kept her eyes focused on the
hill in front of her, confident her salvation lay on the other side. The
farther she walked, the more confused she became. This plane didn’t fit the
description of any plane she’d heard of, and the education Brenna had given her
had been fairly extensive. There was a tingle of doubt in the back of her mind,
a part of her that was convinced she was finally completely dead and this was
her afterlife. But she refused to believe that.
So
she moved forward, step by painful step, against the wind’s resistance, through
the thick layers of fog, until she was only a few yards from the hillside. Now
that she was close, she realized the hill was made of a series of jagged
stones, jutting out at various dangerous looking angles. It would take a
miracle for her to reach the top, but she was known for beating the odds. She’d
never know if she didn’t try.
Her
hand was clutching the first notch in the rock when she heard it. A mix between
a growl and a hiss echoed through the night. It was so loud, she unconsciously
released the rock, pressing both palms over her ears to block it out. The
ground shook with the force of whatever was coming and the wind stopped
abruptly as if it too was running away.
Angela Dennis lives outside Cincinnati, Ohio, with her husband, son and a sheltie with a hero complex. When she is not at her computer crafting stories, she can be found feeding her coffee addiction, playing peek-a-boo, or teaching her son about the great adventures found only in books.
You can visit Angela at her blog www.angeladennisauthor.blogspot.com.
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