Title: RETRIBUTION
Series: Chronicles of the Irin, Book #1
Series: Chronicles of the Irin, Book #1
Author: T.G. Ayer
Publisher: Infinite Ink Books
Release Date: March 14th 2014
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Her name is Evangeline and she is Nephilim.
Evie belongs to the Brotherhood Irin and
together with all the other Nephilim of the world she is protector to humanity,
protector against evil. But evil has found its way into the Brotherhood.
Someone has murdered her guardian and Marcellus, the New Master makes demands
of the warriors that go against all they stand for. Demands Evie just can’t
carry out.Publisher: Infinite Ink Books
Release Date: March 14th 2014
BLURB supplied by T.G. Ayer
Her name is Evangeline and she is Nephilim.
Evie uncovers Marcellus’ plan to collect a set of special seals, but when a high-level demon reveals the truth behind the Seals of Hades, Evie know there is no way she can allow the Master of the Irin to get his hands on them. But will keeping the Seals from Marcellus cause her to sacrifice more that she should? Will vengeance for her guardian’s death be enough or will she need more to satisfy her Immortal soul?
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I
have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognise that reading was
a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of the
written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially
a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practise given I
have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my
confidantes... I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It's a
fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of
each others loves - it works wonderfully...
My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands - I shall forever remain crosseyed.
I love talking to my readers so email me if you have any questions or even if you just want to chat...
Email: tgayer@xtra.co.nz or tgayerauthor@gmail.com
My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands - I shall forever remain crosseyed.
I love talking to my readers so email me if you have any questions or even if you just want to chat...
Email: tgayer@xtra.co.nz or tgayerauthor@gmail.com
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EXCERPT
The hand at her throat didn't allow her to
defend herself. Or speak in her defense. So drastic action was required or she
would be dead before she got any information from her captor. Evie shut her
eyes and concentrated. A fullness spread along her back. Her shoulder-blades
rose and pressed against the skin of her back as her wings poked through the glamored
slits in her upper back. In an instant, both Evie and Baa'ruk were enveloped by
a pair of shimmering white and silver wings. Foot-long feathers sent wisps of
silvery white dust floating around them. She had hoped for a strong reaction.
Perhaps the fear of God? Or maybe shocked, awed reverence. Certainly not an
ear-shattering fit of sneezing. The Head Demon now stood, hands over his nose,
mouth slightly open, eyes scrunched up in silent expectation of the next bout
of ground-shaking sneezes. Little blades of grass peeked out from between the
flagstones, shivering in the wake of the thunderous sneezes. Eva flapped her
wings, which was unavoidable when folding them up behind her, and in a blink,
both magnificent silver-tipped wings were gone. Of course, she felt bad that
she'd now started another fit of sneezes with a second breeze of wing dust. And
of course, the whole thing wasn't really that funny especially when she'd so
recently almost met her maker. But Eva couldn't help it. The first giggle that escaped
her was tentative, mild. The next second she was having a full-blown
giggle-fest.
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