Tagline: Evil stalks the rainforest
Book Description:
When Professor Elena Lukas returns to her cozy Pacific Northwest hometown with a broken heart, she’s plunged back into the fate she tried to escape. Like her mother and grandmother before her, Elena must now dedicate her life to a powerful ancient Lithuanian goddess. Although she is prepared to live as a priestess hiding in a contemporary tourist town, she arrives to find that a series of so-called animal attacks have terrorized her forest.
With the help of a handsome detective from the Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife, Elena uses her expertise in invasive and endangered species to identify that these are no normal animal attacks. The woods are stalked by a dark, mystical creature bent on ravaging the area in an attempt to quell its insatiable hunger. When her little sister goes missing, Elena realizes that the beast can only be vanquished if she is brave enough to face it in-person, embrace her identity as a high priestess, and expose her powers to the man she is growing feelings for.
“A
fantastic tale that weaves a spell of ancient mysticism and modern charm."
--Tim Marquitz, Author of the Demon Squad series, The Enemy of My Enemy series,
and more
Excerpt:
Regana – Home
Regana stood
between the two worlds, watching her sleeping body. When did I become so old?
The wrinkled
face, spun-sugar mop, and gnarled fingers in Real-Time bore little resemblance
to her divine avatar in the Penumbra. Marks of time mean nothing. She chuckled.
Lithe and nimble
as a sprite, Regana kicked off from the boundary and floated through the
between, sorting threads of possibility as she passed.
“Goddess of the
Crossroads, why draw me here?” She waited for an answer.
Thick fibers of
probability whirled and pulsed with light around her, while others faded into
implausibility and blinked out.
Soon, her temper
frayed. Braiding destinies and untangling misfortunes amused Regana, but her
fatigued human body in Real-Time called for rest. “Show me the blasted job and
let me get out,” Regana said. “Lady of thresholds, doors, and portals, your
priestess readies to serve you.” Her cry echoed through the Penumbra. “What
must I do?”
A scarlet rope,
thick as an anaconda, whipped out of the tangle and garroted her waist. Hot,
near burning, it reeked of dark magic and death.
“See.” The voice
hit her like a hammer, and a kaleidoscope of images overwhelmed her mind’s eye.
“Be present,” ordered her goddess.
Galahad -
McCleary, WA
Across the
field, wind stirred the chimes, bells, and bamboo noisemakers hanging from the
eaves of the main house.
Galahad dozed in
the pasture with an ancient horse blanket covering him.
Frost on the
grass and pasture fence resembled snowfall. A freezing fog surged along the
paddock, encircling his legs.
He woke.
Something was different, unfamiliar. It wasn’t fear, it was curiosity.
With drowsy
eyes, he surveyed the tree line. His nostrils flared, sampling the air. There.
Hiding beneath the aroma of evergreens, a sickly-sweet stench. A predator.
The old
warrior’s heart sped as he readied for a fight. At sixteen hands, he was
massive and courageous. Last spring, he ran off a pack of coyotes come to
snatch a newborn kid.
Galahad snorted
and shook his mane. The frigid air transformed his breath into plumes of steam.
He pawed the earth, kicking up divots of soil.
The wind ceased.
The chimes quieted.
It struck
Galahad, mounting him from behind and wrapping its limbs around Galahad’s
belly. The horse arched his back as incisors sank into his neck.
Claws raked his
abdomen and up his flanks, scoring slashes through the blanket into his hide.
The metallic tang of his blood joined the beast’s stench.
Galahad’s hind
legs kicked into his attacker’s midsection, but it only embedded its fangs
deeper. Blood spurted from the wound.
The embrace
tightened. He bucked, rearing and struggling for footing. The attacker threw
Galahad to the ground and remounted.
The stallion
screamed.
Teeth ripped
flesh from Galahad’s throat, severing his jugular. His sight darkened, and his
blood melted the frosted grass. Passing through and away, the horse saw the
blackness clinging to his murderer.
The malignant
thread released, and Regana’s vision ended. In the mundane world, her eyelids
flew open, her heart hammering in her chest.
“Blood-red magic
rings the waxing moon.” Her voice croaked with the remains of sleep. “Medžioklė
begins.”
About the Author:
Raine Reiter weaves together an empowered, female-centered narrative with rich descriptions of nature and an ever-present sense of mystery. Her vivid, flowing prose takes readers of dark fantasy into a world that looks and feels real, while still evoking the enticing paranormal creativity shared by authors such as Richelle Mead and Kat Richardson.
A fifth-generation Washingtonian, Raine lives in the gloomy Pacific Northwest and prowls the rainforest with her silly spaniel, Luke.
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