ISBN: Chapter One Cairo Giza has endured almost forever, but it was only after the Awakening that the pyramids began to acquire distinctive etheric smears again. Hover circuitry is buffered like every critical component nowadays, but enough Power can blow anything electric just like a focused EMP pulse. Static crackled, sand falling out of my clothes whisked away by the containment field. I grimaced. And one Fallen given back the power of a demon pacing behind me, his step oddly silent on the stone floor. The mark on my left shoulder-his mark-pulsed again, a warm velvet flush coating my body.
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Then, she finds out one of those demons is Eve, a child she swore to protect. To top it all off, her lover Japhrimel thinks that the Devil is right. And that all the demons, including Eve, belong in hell. Because once you make a deal with the Devil, there is no going back.
Never forget who loves you, baby. A woman always has her revenge ready. More male psions go into bounty hunting, but female psions are better at it, bringing in their bounties quicker and with less destruction of lives and property. This is balanced by the fact that male psions are embarrassingly better than their female counterparts at assassination. There are very few female psions operating in the assassination trade.
This very thoroughness necessarily means they are higher-priced and far less likely to be indicted. What conclusion can we draw from this? Morley, tongue-in-cheek as usual, concludes, "It may be well for men, especially men married to psions, to speak softly to their wives and girlfriends. The Devil stepped mincingly away, twisting his wrist free.
Retreated, only two steps: But it was enough. They looked at each other, twin green gazes locked as if the words they exchanged were only window dressing for the real combat, fought by the glowing spears of their eyes. The two hellhounds wove around them, low fluid shapes. More spots of dark blood smoked on the silken pants he wore. One dazed thought sparked inside my aching head. Then another thought, ridiculous in its intensity.
Everything will be all right now. Funny how almost getting killed radically changed my notions of just how much I could forgive. White-hot pokers jerked in my viscera. My scalp twinged, I tasted blood and burning. My sword rang softly, the core of the blade burning white, blue runic patterns slipping through its keen edge and painting the air.
I managed to lift it, the blade a bar between me and the Devil facing his eldest son. The red lights were still flickering, sweeping over the entire building in their complicated patterns, eerie because there were no dancers.
Stone and plaster shattered at the sound of his voice, dust pattering to the wracked floor. Japhrimel interrupted him again. I felt only a weary wonder that he was still standing there, apparently untouched, his long black coat moving gently on the hot firebreeze. Did you lure your Right Hand here to kill her, Prince?
Breaking your word, given on your ineffable Name? Such would conclude our alliance in a most… unsatisfactory fashion. Japh clasped his hands behind his back. He looked relaxed, almost bored. I stayed very still, my left arm cramping as my belly ran with pain and my right trembling as I held my sword. A small part of me wondered where Lucas was. The rest of me stared at Japhrimel with open wonderment.
Right after I punch the shit out of him forlying to me. If he lets me. The nastiness of the thought made me suddenly, deeply ashamed of myself. He was here, and he was facing Lucifer. For me. He had given up Hell. He was loyal to me after all. In his own fashion.
Lucifer finally seemed to decide. The flames among the shattered wreckage twisted into angular shapes as some essential tension leached out of him.
The tickling in my throat reached a feverish pitch. I had to cough, shoved the urge down, prayed for strength. Both of them look too dangerous right now.
Japhrimel shrugged. Or was quoting him. The Prince of Hell set his jaw. I took a fresh grip on my belly, trying not to hunch over. I wanted to see, neededto see. My sword held steady even though my hand was shaking, the blade singing a thin comforting song as its heart glowed white.
He finally seemed to regain himself. Bring me back my possession and eliminate those who would keep it from me, Tierce Japhrimel, or I will kill you both. I swear it. The urge to cough mercifully retreated a little. I blinked drying demon blood out of my eyes. I wanted to look for Lucas.
He stood tense and ready, in front of the Devil. I was filthy, and I ached. I stayed where I was. Thus you made me, and you cast me away. I am yours no longer. I Fell, I am Fallen. I am not your son. I struggled to stay still.
Lucifer turned on his heel. The world snapped back into normalcy. He strode for the gaping hole torn in the front of the nightclub. Red neon reflected wetly on the street outside. A flick of his golden fingers, and the hellhounds loped gracefully after him, one stopping to snarl back over its shoulder at me. Well, now I can guess who sent the hellhounds. You bastard. You filthy bastard. I sagged. My sword dipped, and the urge to cough rose again. It felt like a plasgun core had been dropped into my gut.
The Prince stopped, turned his head so I could see his profile. One day, I will kill her. The air tried to heal itself, closing over the space where he had been, and failed. He left a scorch on the very fabric of existence. Japhrimel was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed forward. I was glad, because his face was full of something terrible, irrevocable, and devouring. Chapter 1 Cairo Giza has endured almost forever, but it was only after the Awakening that the pyramids began to acquire distinctive etheric smears again.
Hover circuitry is buffered like every critical component nowadays, but enough Power can blow anything electric just like a focused EMP pulse. Static crackled, sand falling out of my clothes whisked away by the containment field.
I grimaced. And one Fallen given back the power of a demon pacing behind me, his step oddly silent on the stone floor. The mark on my left shoulder-his mark-pulsed again, a warm velvet flush coating my body. My rings swirled with steady light. My bag bumped against my hip and my bootheels clicked on stone, echoing in the vast shadowed chamber. The great inner doors rose up before us, massive slabs of granite lasecarved with hieroglyph pictures of a way of life vanished thousands of years ago.
I inhaled the deep familiar spice of kyphii deeply as my nape prickled. My sword, thrust through a loop in my weapons rig, thrummed slightly in its indigo-lacquered scabbard. A blade that can bite the Devil.
Saint City Sinners
Then, she finds out one of those demons is Eve, a child she swore to protect. To top it all off, her lover Japhrimel thinks that the Devil is right. And that all the demons, including Eve, belong in hell. Because once you make a deal with the Devil, there is no going back. Never forget who loves you, baby. A woman always has her revenge ready.
Saint City Sinners (Dante Valentine Series #4)
But the one person she trusted has just betrayed her. Sometimes revenge is best served demon-hot Contracted by Lucifer to hunt down rebel demons escaped from Hell, Dante certainly has her work cut out for her but of late both Dante and this series seem to be faltering slightly. The series got off to a cracking start with both of the first two novels Working For The Devil and Dead Man Rising setting a fast and furious pace as Dante fought her way through a brutal futuristic world, losing friends and lovers along the way.