Eclectic Cycle
18Mar/13Off

Demon Draw: Part Two

Hello, fiends! In my neck of the woods, it is a dreary bleary Monday. Good news for fans of "The Last Savior Trilogy" because I have nothing else to do but write A Fury of Angels today (besides blogging, laundry, dishes, entertaining a three year old princess, paying bills, cooking supper-other than those trifling matters!). I hope your day is filled with sunshine and song instead of grey skies and a sudden cold snap.

For those of you who read the first excerpt from my longish short "Demon Draw" here is the second excerpt. Friendly reminder that this is a story for adults. It is violent and has adult scenes. If you are under eighteen, stop reading now. If you are over eighteen and like dark fantasy about demons, enjoy!

"Demon Draw: Part Two"

He towered over the end of the bed, completely nude, beautiful and hideous, alien and unnatural. His features were perfect, but his gaze was mad. He spread his huge fingers and began to pull the cover off, slowly unsheathing his prize.

As the cover slid down, she swore again that this was the very last time. The very last. She would find a different way to earn her living, another cloak with which to hide her shame. But as she tensed herself to act, she knew that the path through the incubus was the only way forward. There was no other path for an old whore like her.

Now that his prey was uncovered, the incubus used his bone-white knee to nudge her ankles apart. He did not try to glamor her with his fathomless gaze, so she knew that this one must like a fight. Most demons did—a lesson she had learned from painful experience.

Her heart hammering so hard that she thought it would explode, Valena kicked out with her bare foot and connected with his rock-hard thigh. The incubus laughed low in his throat, and swatted her leg away as he moved forward again. His laughter sounded like gravel thudding into an abyss.

Holding a scream back, Valena fumbled the stopper out of the vial and threw the blessed waters in his face, hoping to hear his unearthly scream as the waters scorched him.

The water dripped down his chin and onto her bare thigh—and did nothing. Valena swore under her breath, her anger overshadowing her terror for a moment. The priest who had blessed the holy water must not have believed. Or they had sent her out with weak defenses on purpose...

The incubus bared his teeth at her, and she saw a pronounced stirring at the juncture of his thighs.

Water dripped on her belly as he moved forward. She spat out her next defense. “By the Lord's will, I command you—”

His heavy hand slammed across her face and she tumbled sideways, feeling something crack in her jaw. Through the red haze of pain, she felt his influence subtly working its way under her skin and into her groin.

As blood coated her teeth, a deep thrill emerged in her aching breast. She felt a need to be conquered. A need to be filled. Valena found herself weakening to his influence, allowing herself to be rolled over with ease, watching her betraying knees part.

His greedy gaze lingered in the flickering candlelight. He grabbed her hurting jaw, forcing her eyes to meet his. She was being pulled into his world of dark desires and pulsating need, her loins on fire, her fingers loosening, the knife slipping from her fingers—

A buried animal instinct, a flash of her beloved's face, some good thing, some force of right and light made her will break from his. She tightened her fingers around the worn handle of the sacred knife and thrust it upward. The obsidian blade slipped between his ribs and she twisted, her wrist weak, her inner voice screaming work—please work—I have no other defense—banish the demon—WORK—

And that is all you get! If you want to read the rest of the tale, here are the links:

Barnes & Nobles

Amazon

Check out my coloring books at Becca Paige’s Author Page on Amazon. And don’t forget to follow me on Instagram and Pinterest. If you are here for the fantasy book goodness, the R. Moses Author Page is where you can find my writing. Thanks for stopping by!

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26Feb/13Off

The Sitter

Hello, fiends! Thought I would drop a crumb of dark fantasy into your bright and cheery day... illustration done by yours truly...

the-sitter

 

"The Sitter"

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Elza. She lived in a modern, large, yet sparsely furnished home with her mother and father. Indeed, this tender cherub of a girl thought herself the most royal sort. After all, with the profusion of praise and lavish gifts continually poured about her person, how could she not sit upon the fluorescent pink throne that was her birthright? In her mind, it was the way of things; nothing more, nothing less.

Then, one day, Mother and Father came to Elza with what they called most exciting news. As opposed to hopping from one foot to the other with eyes wide in childish glee, she only tilted her head slightly as she adjusted Bear-bear's tiara and sunglasses. There was nothing to say, as she already knew what her parents were planning.

Earlier that week, Elza overheard her parents discussing an upcoming vacation. This pleased her, in a distant, detached way that young suburban royalty are all too familiar with. Considering herself shrewd as well as royal, inasmuch as her a juvenile experience allowed her to understand shrewdness, she gave no indication that she knew about their plans. She simply sat in her room, awaiting the baubles and toys that were sure to accompany the news. Yes, she could always use new and willing subjects for her court.

As her parents approached the door, they noticed the multicolored hill of plush fuzzies barring the way into their daughter's room. Like sentinels guarding the royal promenade, they peered outward with the lifeless intensity so characteristic of dolls and other button-eyed stitchlings. Pushing aside the teetering pile of plush bodies, the parents entered her domain. A profusion of pink, rosy-colored inanities assaulted their senses as soon as they stepped in.

“Elza?” called her father. “We have some news for you...”

“Okay,” answered Elza.

“Your mother and I have been planning on going on a little vacation. Now it's not going to be too long, but-”

“Where are we going?” Elza interrupted.

“We're-well-it's...you see,” her father started to falter, at which point her mother interjected.

“You remember how you're always saying you're a big girl? Well, we've decided that you are big enough to get on without us for a few days. It's really going to be a lot of fun, and the sitter that we-”

“I'm not going!? A sitter!?” Elza shot back, face reddening, fuming in her miniature, yet regal, indignation.

Her mother continued on, unperturbed. “Yes, a sitter. She is really very nice and I think you two will get along quite well. And guess what? She's an artist! And she write story books when not sitting! We know how imaginative you are!”

“...Ah, only the best for our little girl,” piped her father, a moment too late, and a shade too weak.

The little queen rounded on her usurpers. “I hate art!”

“Be sweet, Elza. Our flight leaves this evening, and Payge will be here around three, so please be nice, okay?”

Whatever,” huffed Elza.

Well, if you want to find out what happens to our little suburban princess, the path starts...HERE!

Bedtime Tales: Stories for the Wayward and Churlish

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Amazon

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Check out my coloring books at Becca Paige’s Author Page on Amazon. And don’t forget to follow me on Instagram and Pinterest. If you are here for the fantasy book goodness, the R. Moses Author Page is where you can find my writing. Thanks for stopping by!

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26Jan/13Off

The Raven’s Unicorn : A Dark Fantasy Short Story

Hello, my wicked minions! Good news this fair day (well, okay, where I live it is not fair but foul and cold and icy, but we will pretend it is a nice day for the purposes of my grand announcement). I have written a short story about a unicorn, a raven, vengeful Goddesses, and distant Gods. Even better, it will be free until Wednesday night on Amazon, then it will be $1.29 thereafter. This short will be published on other venues at a later date, but for now it will just be available in ebook form exclusively at Amazon. The story is roughly 3,600 words, so a nice short read to plunge your soul into despair...

The Raven's Unicorn

The Raven's Unicorn on Amazon.com

Check out my coloring books at Becca Paige’s Author Page on Amazon. And don’t forget to follow me on Instagram and Pinterest. If you are here for the fantasy book goodness, the R. Moses Author Page is where you can find my writing. Thanks for stopping by!

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