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In Glen Hills, sometimes, even the monsters are afraid of the Darkness
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Publisher: Mojocastle Press (2009)
ISBN-13: 978-1601801050 www.mojocastle.com
A half-breed hunter discovering the two sides of her powers. A Vampire Knight forever seeking – something, from the remnants of his past. A cast of delectable Other World misfits taken in against her will amidst the encroaching Darkness and the whispers of a war. Murders, ex-boyfriends, Ogres with Zen.
Deciding between the Light and the Darkness has never been more difficult or delicious. In Glen Hills, sometimes, even the monsters are afraid of the Darkness.
Some creatures are born into an existence where the lines of life and death, right and wrong are experienced only in shades of black and white. Existences where life is as easy as a mother's love or a father's warm embrace. They live in relative safety behind their familiar walls with the warmth and comfort of hearth and home on some clean streen in a rural community. Where love is always present. And the violence of crime and man's depravity can't touch them. A place where evil and all the dark creatures that go bump in the night are just fairy tales told on stormy evenings to frighten young children in their dreams.
But have you ever wondered what happens when the lines bleed and the creatures bump back? Ever wondered who is there in the dead of night when the monster in the closet is real and he's come with a hunger? Worried that he knows your name?
My name is Rihker Tennai. In the Other World they call me Justice - and this is my Realm.
Tis now the very witching time of night…
Now could I drink hot blood
Hamlet, act 3, scene 3
"So glad you could join our little party Kieran." She stood by the black lacquer bar that Kieran had set up on the left side of his room. Her dead white flesh a matted hue in the gloss of the high lacquer shine. She wore a white floor length gown lined in fur that
was a nice contrast to the black and white room decor. Her winter pale hair piled atop her head was stunningly coifed and showed her bare shoulders and thin neck to perfection. And I swore I'd seen her before.
Her voice, as she spoke, was pure as midnight on a winter's eve and just as cold. And by the dead look in her coal black eyes she apparently was not happy that I had been occupying Kieran's bed.
"I didn't know the Court made it a habit to hire out their Hunters for other trades." She made it a statement—one filled with as much innuendo and scathing as she could roll into it. The sharp point of her teeth filed around each word meant to exude pain.
Personally I wasn't up for it. If the bitch wanted to play games she could do it on some one else's dime. I stared at her blank faced and gave her nothing of my emotions while I tried to get the feel for the situation.
"You don't seem to be doing a very good job of watching over your prisoner, Mistress Justice," she said when she couldn't bait me into her previous argument. So she figured she'd try another angle. "It would not please the Court were something fatal to happen to him under their protection." She had sauntered over to one of her entourage and stood toying with a lock of his long silver hair.
The man watched me with the chilliest blue eyes I had ever seen on a person. They reminded me of an Alaskan Huskies and I wondered if his teeth were just as sharp.
"You seem to know a lot about me," I said as I strolled slowly to the edge of the room, keeping a safe distance from each of the people she'd brought with her. It was strange that none of Kieran's people were in the room. Strange that Mercy wasn't at her post,
guarding Kieran's back.
"I know many things about you Rihker Tennai. Daughter of Gwina—lady to your Queen Corell. Your mother was raped by a human was she not?"
She arched a perfectly plucked brow at me and bared her pointy teeth. I should have known she was a Vampire. I seemed to be having some difficulty knowing when they came and went.
It was going to have to be something I remedied. Soon.
I stood and said nothing. Why? She had the story, and it wasn't the first time the bad guys had tried to use it to some effect against me. Too bad for her it never worked.
"If you're waiting for me to cry or something it's going to be a long night," I said already bored with the conversation.
"Ooh, Blaen, the Pixie has claws. We might just have to remedy that," she said with a purr to Mr. Sparkly. He only smiled; those steel blue eyes glistening with wicked mirth.
"What is it you want Jirvel that you would invade my home and hinder my people?" Kieran asked from the opposite side of the room. He apparently had taken up the same stance as I did a few feet away from me. At least we were on the same wavelength. If the shit was
hitting the fan, at least we were going to take it standing up.
"Tsk, tsk, Kieran. Is that anyway to treat an old lover? See how he talks to me Blaen?" She was pouting at him like some blonde goddess bimbo. Literally batting her lashes and everything. It was enough to make me retch.
"That time is long since passed Jirvel. You no longer hold that power over me." His voice had gone cold as the darkness at midnight in Alaska's true winter.
"And what has made you sink so low Blaen?" Kieran asked interest and disgust entwined in his question. He obviously held no regard for the white Vamp or her choice of companion. "You are the Fionn-Seitheach, the Fair Wolf. The Alpha King. Or has Jirvel stripped that title from you?" he asked tinsel hair.
Blaen just glared at Kieran and said nothing, although there was now a tightness to his back that had not been there a moment before. His jaw clenched and unclenched with words he did not speak.
"I had much power over you Kieran once," Jirvel interrupted. "And still do. You just don't know it yet. But do not worry. And worry not for Blaen. He, unlike you, knows his place. Besides, as I said, there is plenty of time to bleed," she laughed.
Apparently it was a joke only she got, for no one else was laughing.
With a nod of her head all eight of the men accompanying her swarmed us en masse. Kieran flung out his hand and one Vamp was literally slashed from neck to groin; blood blossoming in a crimson flux down his shirt and Kieran had only moved his hand. I would have been impressed if there had been more time.
Three men rushed me. I had my blades in my hands and was swinging before I even realized it. Survival tactics 101—Kill first—Wipe the blood off the blades later.