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Ghostly Scream – Excerpt (Chapter 43)

It was actually a rather disappointing sight. There were no sacrificial altars, no demonic symbols drawn on the floor, no cloaked acolytes chanting ancient spells. The room was bare, except from the torches, and Selissa wondered if she had finally found a villain without a sense for the dramatic. She was going to miss the monologues, though, seeing as those always cleared up a lot of confusion.

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Ghostly Scream – Excerpt (Chapter 48)

“You, with the wings,” the captain said, nodding to Seymour in case the half-breed angel was unsure who he was addressing. “Our wards will only signal us once the demons enter into a mile radius of our location. We could use someone to scout the area and hopefully give us more of a warning.”

“Bringing us back to the aforementioned wings,” Seymour finished for him, looking up at the sky. “Good thing few demons can fly.”

“Neither can most humans,” Orrell said, shooting the other man a pointed look. “I’m not going to ask what kind of misfired experiment you are if you put those feathery appendages to good use and cover us from the air.”

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Quiet Whisper – Excerpt (Chapter 41)

“I’m a big girl,” Selissa said dryly. “You don’t need to hold my hand.”

“I wasn’t talking about me,” Bane said. “You’re taking Vael with you.”

Vael let out a hiss and Selissa found herself sharing the sentiment. “I’m doing what? She’s not going to watch my back, she’s going to stab me in it!”

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Ghostly Scream – Excerpt (Chapter 44)

“They’ll hunt us down, won’t they?” she asked, changing the subject.

“The Horsemen?” Niall said. “Yes, I’m afraid so. Even if they were willing to let this setback slide, they have two more brothers to bring back into this world. But the failed ritual will buy us some time. They’ll have to recover.”

“So will we,” Selissa said dryly.

“I’m trying to remain positive,” Niall said miserably.

Selissa snorted. “I’m trying to remain alive.”

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Quiet Whisper – Excerpt (Chapter 34)

Selissa took a look at the guardsman standing in the room, scowling at Ardeth while Josiah was tending to another patient. While recognizing him as one of the rebels who often stood guard at the main gates, she also noticed the blood running from a wound at his temple and from his cracked lip.

“What happened to him?” Selissa asked as Josiah hurried over to her after finishing up his work. On the bed, Ardeth’s lip twitched slightly.

“He fell down the stairs,” the assassin said pleasantly. Selissa looked at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering how exactly someone managed to fall down the stairs of a one-story building. But seeing as no one tried to deny it, she decided not to ask.