Read Sword of the Gods: Agents of Ki (Sword of the Gods Saga) Online
Authors: Anna Erishkigal
Sword of the Gods: Agents of Ki (Sword of the Gods Saga) (167 page)
She-who-is gathered her creations and disappeared with a cheery giggle. Her mood was infectious whenever she was like this, and even Bishamonten was not immune. The light disappeared. Bishamonten waited until his eyes readjusted to the darkness to look once more to the Dark Lord's throne. The flowers melted off of
HIS
horns and the hummingbirds devolved back into shadow-cats. The Dark Lord took off his garland, and stared sadly at the ruined flowers.
"No matter how hard I try," the Dark Lord's expression was mournful, "I have no talent for preserving such things."
"You preserve
HER,
" Bishamonten said. "And for that, all of creation is grateful for your protection."
"Are they?" the Dark Lord said. "Really? For I have heard the mortals think of me the devil?"
Bishamonten would not lie, but neither would he say words which were unnecessarily hurtful. Such things had never bothered the Dark Lord before, but ever since he had taken Mikhail under his protection, He-who's-not had begun to ask many questions.
"Their mythology is much removed from yours," Bishamonten said. "They cannot understand the truth that the
real
enemy they must guard against is not the cycle of life and death, creation and destruction, but of unconstrained growth which makes no way for newer things."
The Dark Lord nodded, and then his face resumed its usual stern expression.
"The second Agent has made himself known," He-who's-not said. "I have summoned you here to make sure he does not end up dead."
"I will do my best to make sure Moloch doesn't kill him," Bishamonten said. "Do you have any idea who it is?"
The Dark Lord told him.
Bishamonten sucked in a sharp breath, even though breathing was not necessary here in the ascended realms.
"It is not just Moloch you have to worry about," Bishamonten said, "but Mikhail himself. He shall kill the both of them. Lucifer and his lover."
"Make sure that doesn't happen," the Dark Lord said. "For this will only work if each chess piece plays their role."
Before Bishamonten could protest,
HE
sent him back to Earth with a snap of his fingers.
END
Agents of Ki
BEGIN
The Dark Lord's Vessel
Book 4 of the Sword of the Gods Saga
Coming soon…
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Anna Erishkigal is an attorney who writes fantasy fiction as a pleasurable alternative to coming home from court and cross-examining her children. She writes under a pen-name so her colleagues do not question whether her legal pleadings are fantasy fiction as well. Much of law, it turns out,
-is-
fantasy fiction. Lawyers just prefer to call it 'zealously representing your client.'
Seeing the dark underbelly of life makes for some interesting fictional characters, the kind you either want to incarcerate, or run home and write about. In fiction, you can fudge facts without worrying too much about the truth. In legal pleadings, if your client lies to you, you look stupid in front of the judge.
At least in fiction, if a character becomes troublesome, you can always kill them off…
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(A Novella)
The
ghosts of old miseries are never far behind…
Dumped by her boyfriend on Christmas Eve, Cassie Baruch thought her pain would end when she aimed her car at an ancient beech tree. But when a gorgeous black-winged angel appears and tells her ‘this ain’t no stinking paranormal romance, kid,’ she realizes death hasn’t solved her problems. Can Jeremiel help her exorcise the ghosts of problems past and find a little closure?
Written for anyone who ever wished their problems would just go away, this modern paranormal spin on A Christmas Carol was written to give people hope they can come to grips with the Ghosts of Christmas Miseries Past.
Suitable for adults, new adults, older teens, and anyone who's ever watched helplessly while somebody suffered through a really lousy situation.
Excerpt:
The angel flexed his muscles and stared at his hand as though he was bored. Truth be told, the angel was way hotter than Mauricio. A naughty thought flitted into her mind. Maybe…
"Nice shoes," Cassie said.
“Forget it, kid!” The angel looked at her with disgust. “Even if I wasn’t, oh, a few thousand years older than you, the last thing I’d do is fall for a kid who doesn’t even have her head screwed on straight.”
Oh, great, and he could read her mind
…
“I thought angels were supposed to comfort the living?”
The angel laughed; an obnoxious, raucous sound. "You're dead, kid. Remember?"
Cassie glowered at him. “Are you a fallen angel?”
The angel laughed even harder. It reminded her a bit of the way the football jocks laughed when they played a prank on somebody and laughed at them as a team.
“Listen, kid,” the angel said. “I ain’t here to save you. I ain’t no fallen angel. And even if you weren’t dead, this ain’t no stinking paranormal romance where a hot angel falls from the sky to rescue you from your oh-so-boring, tedious mortal life. You … are dead. You got dead because you drove your car into a tree." He shrugged. "It happens. So just go into the light like a good little girl so I can move on with my already shitty day.”
“What light?”
“The light you’re supposed to see when you’re dead," the angel said.
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Sword of the Gods Saga:
- The Chosen One
- Prince of Tyre
- Agents of Ki
- The Dark Lord's Vessel (coming soon)
- The Fairy General (coming soon)
Children of the Fallen:
Leviathan's Deep:
- La Sirène (coming summer 2014)
