Dark Curse
Deamhan
Chronicles
Book 2
Isaiyan
Morrison
Genre: Adult Paranormal
ISBN 069226325X
ISBN 13 978-0692263259
ASIN: B00MO1T7O8
Number of pages: 202
Word Count: 79,000
Cover Artist: John Cosentino
Book Description:
The Deamhan world is in disarray. Freed
from Limbo, Lucius, the once feared and Ancient Lugat, goes on a killing spree
to wipe out any remaining traitors in the city of Minneapolis.
Meanwhile The Brotherhood's return along
with the growing population of vampires riles up the remaining Deamhan who
choose to stay behind rather than abandon the city. The body count continues to
pile up forcing both humans and Deamhan to pick a side.
Either allow Lucius to free the Pure
Ones, the first living Deamhan from Limbo, or take him out and cripple their
already fragile presence in the city.
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Excerpt:
Anastasia's eyes
meandered over them. They were young, no older than ten years max. When she
attempted to scour their minds, a barrier blocked her. The female Ramanga
rushed at Anastasia in Deamhan speed but she quickly moved out of the way,
grabbing the back of her shirt and tossing her several feet in the air and onto
the roof of a parked car. The
Metusba catapulted himself at Remy but he jumped several feet into the air,
avoiding his attack.
Anastasia rushed at the
Metusba and she sank her teeth into the base of his neck, ripping at his flesh.
He screamed, pushed her away, and fell to the pavement on his knees.
From the roof of the
car, the Ramanga flew at Remy with fists raised and her mouth opened, revealing
her fangs.
“I've never hit a pretty
woman before.” Remy smiled.
She swung and he ducked,
feeling the brisk wind travel over his head. Her punches continued nonstop but
with each punch Remy evaded, the faster the punches came. He finally found an
opening and his fist connected with her stomach. The Ramanga's feet wavered but
she immediately found her footing and she swerved to the left, avoiding Remy's
rising left punch. She raised her knee, striking Remy's in the chin and he fell
back on the pavement.
She quickly maneuvered
herself on top of him, striking him over and over again with her fists. Remy's
head jerked from right to left, feeling his cheeks burn with each hit until
Anastasia wrapped her arm around his attacker's neck and threw her off of him.
She helped Remy to his
feet and they ran off in Deamhan speed with the two Deamhan following them.
Their stride took them under a freeway, splashing through knee high water, and
they turned sharply left. They passed through stop and go traffic, side
streets, sidewalks, and eventually near the banks of the Mississippi River.
They took the river
south, leaving the city, and entered a desolate area filled with rotting
cornstalks and farmhouses. They stopped in the quiet area, being only a few
miles from Blind Bluff Manor. They turned around but the two Deamhan were
nowhere in sight.
“That wasn't hard.” Remy
scanned the area across the river. He looked to the left at the tall dirt and
rock infested embankment. “I think we lost them.”
Anastasia wasn't so
sure. She looked up just in time to see the female jumping down at them. She
tackled Anastasia and they both fell into the wild currents of the river.
Anastasia felt the
coolness of the water streaming over her face and into her ears. It was an
awkward position, knowing that neither of them would drown because Deamhan
didn’t breathe. She pushed the female back and she jumped out of the water,
just in time to see the male, also in midair, and his right leg connect with
the side of her face.
She landed on the sandy
shore, swallowing a handful of sand. She turned over to see the female towering
over her with a raised stake. For a second Anastasia’s eyes filled with
uncertainty. Stakes were meaningless, unless the female aimed for her heart.
However, if the female's goal was to incapacitate her, she would strike
elsewhere, leaving Anastasia alive for them to toy with.
Remy rushed toward the
female but she immediately turned, burrowing the stake into his left shoulder.
He stumbled back and the female grabbed the stake, dislodging it, and struck
again, hitting just beneath his heart.
Anastasia found her
chance to make her move. Brandishing her teeth, she bit down into the female's
neck and she pulled back, ripping flesh from bone. Blood gushed from her wound
and she fell to the sand. Again, Remy and Anastasia took off down the banks of
the Mississippi River. The river curved and winded around, bringing them to
another remote spot. This time a freeway ran on both sides of the river with a
bridge slightly above them. Anastasia stopped, noticing that stars no longer
dotted the sky. In the darkened horizon appeared a tint of red, signaling
sunrise. She had to finish this now and get to Blind Bluff Manor. They climbed
the embankment and approached the freeway. They ran through the traffic,
dodging semi-trucks, cars, and other passing vehicles until they made it to the
other side.
Remy held his chest and
he bent over. “Good thing these Deamhan can't aim to save their life.” He
coughed.
Anastasia examined his
wound. “You'll heal.”
They heard the swift
steps of the two Deamhan approach them. Again the male launched himself at them
but Anastasia tossed him aside. He slammed into a nearby abandoned granary and
Anastasia looked from the corner of her eye, seeing the female raise her stake,
aiming for Remy's back.
Anastasia quickly moved
and she caught the female by her wrist before the stake made its impact. With
her other hand she plunged her fist through the female's chest, reaching her
heart. The female's eyes widened and she snarled before Anastasia ripped her
heart from her chest. The Ramanga dropped to the ground and her body slowly
began to dissolve into a puddle of blood, dust, and bone fragments.
Anastasia turned her
attention to their male attacker, watching him limp toward them. Dark blood poured from his mouth and a
long piece of wood protruded from his stomach. She walked calmly over to him.
His heavy eyes wavered. “You
failed.” She plunged the stake into his heart and nonchalantly she returned
back to Remy, uninterested in watching the Deamhan's body wither away.
In the distance she
heard a male’s voice coming from a small house on a hill. The front door opened
and she saw the outline of a farmer gripping a shotgun in hand.
“Let's get going. We
don't have much time.” She wrapped Remy's arm around her shoulder. She took one
final look at the remains of their two attackers before sprinting in Deamhan
speed for Blind Bluff Manor.
About the Author:
Isaiyan Morrison was born and raised in
Minnesota. She moved to San Diego, California while in the Navy. She now
resides in Texas with her two cats, a pit bull dog, and two guinea pigs. Dark
Curse is the second book in the Deamhan Chronicles.
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/isaiyanmorrison
Facebook Deamhan Page: http://facebook.com/deamhanchronicles
Website: http://isaiyanmorrison.com
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