Daemon is on its way

Well, here we go again. Book 2 of the Angel Blade series is getting closer and closer. Working on the edits right now. The cover is getting processed as we speak. It's an exciting time. So for any fans out there, I wanted to give you a special gift from the depths of my heart.

I know so many of you have been hanging on with white-knuckle grip to see what happens with Nikka after the events of Angel Blade. So, behold, I give you Chapter 1 of Daemon, the thrilling sequel to Angel Blade (don't say I never gave you anything).

Also, I plan on keeping you updated about release dates and stay tuned for a COVER REVEAL! That's one of the most exciting parts when anticipating these things.








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(this means if you haven't finished Angel Blade, you may not want to proceed quiet yet; that means, caution, here there be monsters!)

What to expect in Daemon:

Abaddon has fallen and Nikka and Jason go into hiding as the rest of the world makes sense of the chaos that had occurred in the battle. But as Nikka struggles to face the impact of the events that took Gideon from her, she receives a disturbing vision about the end of the world.

Now, with Jason at her side, she must find another ally foretold in her vision and fight to stop the demon horde from bringing about the final Apocalypse.

Chapter 1

Jason

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t first he only heard the sound of rocks crumbling around him, one after another. The smell of fire and char made him open his eyes, but everything was so blurry, like he was caught just under the surface of a murky pond.

He forced his hand to move, to try and clear his eyes, and that was the moment he realized that he could do it himself. For months, he had no control of his own body. But now, his arm moved at his command. The other voice was no longer present, whispering those vile and disgusting things into his brain.

He blinked his eyes, and the murk cleared just a bit, but only for a moment. Everything around him was so dark.

But then he saw an angel. At least, that's what he thought, because there was no other way to explain the woman before him. Her face was perfect. He had seen her before in a painting or a book or something. He couldn't remember where. He only knew that he longed to look at her and never turn away.

The angel's lips moved, but she made no sound. There was only the muffled noise of a voice in water. Why couldn't he hear her?

Jason blinked again, and her face grew clearer. Then the pain of a dozen bruises pulsed and ached throughout his body.

The angel still looked at him, but her eyebrows creased together in concern. Her eyes glistened with the reflection of a blazing fire somewhere around him.

And he realized she had no hair on her bare scalp. He had definitely seen her before.

She was no angel, but she might as well have been one.

"I know you," he said; the words felt like hot tar in his throat. He could hear his own voice now. "You're real."

"Yeah," she said. Her voice was no longer lost in murky water, but clear and crisp, and it was a voice he recognized. He had heard it so many times before through his hijacked ears.

No. He was sure she was no angel now. An angel never saved his life, but this woman did. He remembered the pain of it as her hand plunged into his chest, burning white light tearing into his soul. When it happened, he thought that he was going to die. But then she freed him. She took that spirit—or whatever it was—right out of him. After that, everything was just dark smoke and haze. For weeks he had prayed to the thought of her in his memory, begging her to not let him die. And she must have heard his prayer.

"I remember you," he said. He felt his lips moving and words pouring from his mouth as though he couldn't stop himself. His head cleared just enough to hear himself say, "I think I was in love with you."

Shit. Why did he just say that?

Her hand grasped his. She was small, but definitely not a waif. Her grip was strong as she helped him to his feet.

He wasn't sure that he was quite ready to stand, but he opened his eyes again. Every sound came sharp and crisp to him as his ears cleared from the dull and muffled noise that he had first heard. He now saw the source of the smoky smell, and turned to face the crumbling walls of the monastery.

He had done this. All this destruction had come through his hands.

No. Not his. Abaddon. He hadn't actually done any of this, but he distinctly remembered being there when it happened and feeling helpless to stop it.

Jason glanced back to the woman that had saved him. Nikka. Yes, that was her name. She stood strong before him, her face and arms dusted with a layer of ash and blood.

Well, that's it for now, Bladers. Keep checking back here and on the website (carriemerrill729.wix.com/author) for more details. 

And, as always
Stay Evil!