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July 12, 2013
sorry for the delay, the life of a drill Sergeant
Fans have spoken- The Fallen Dark Genesis is the greatest Armageddon book ever- 66 5 star reviews on amazon. What more are you waiting for? This will hold you all over until the release of Dark Decimation,
Now Krillion stood on a hillside, looking across the valley that would be the place of the upcoming battle, and he saw the enemy army. The denizens of the underworld were flooding the surrounding landscape like ants.
“Too many,” Krillion said to no one in particular.
“What are you thinking about, old man?”
Krillion turned his head to slightly to see his oldest friend, Thame, standing behind him. With a crooked smile and just a trace of arrogance, he replied, “I think we’re in for a long day.”
Thame laughed and put a hand on Krillion’s shoulder. “Good times … good times,” he said.
“Let’s do what we came here to do, then,” Krillion said, reaching for the mighty hammer strapped to his back. Then the two friends turned and headed back to where the legion was awaiting orders to begin the attack.
They had been named Fury Legion, and rightly so: they were one of the fiercest units ever assembled in Heaven. Standing five thousand strong, these were veteran angels hand-picked by Gabriel himself to combat the most savage of demons.
“Archers, ready!” thundered Thame.
The command echoed down the lines. In one fluid movement, hundreds of angelic warriors took flight to hover fifty feet over their own lines. Arrows forged in heaven, each imbued with a small amount of light, were nocked to bows, awaiting the command that would start the battle.
From across the green valley came the response: the snarls and grunts, the clacking of teeth and scraping of claws from more than eight thousand demons ready to crush the force standing before them and feast upon their flesh.
The demon commander, Rai, stood there, a dark shadow. Rai had been an angel a long time ago. When Lucifer revolted from heaven, Rai was one of the first to join his cause. Afterward, when he was cast down to Hell, his mind was wiped clean of any memory of his former life. The only evidence that he’d once lived in the heavens was the pair of black wings protruding from his back. Even with no recollection of his former existence, Rai had regretted his fateful choice ever since.
“Rai, the dark mage’s are in position.” It was the gritty voice of Valafor, Rai’s right-hand man.
“Excellent, Valafor,” Rai replied. “Soon this … army will be nothing more than a memory for us. Tell me, are your legions ready?”
“Yes, ten legions strong—and all eager to spill blood.”
Thinking for a moment, Rai said, “Valafor, you have served me well through all these years. Remember that Hell doesn’t tolerate failure, and I would hate to lose you at my side.”
“Ha! You’re worried about me?” Valafor laughed and held up his massive right forearm, which looked as if it had been horribly charred by fire. Then he flexed his muscles and the charred flesh crazed as radiant blue light exploded through the cracks.
“Every time I see that, I’m still impressed,” said Rai. “The power of a thousand demons harnessed in one weapon.”
“Yeah, well, when you lose half an arm, you tend to get very creative,” Valafor grinned, showing a mouthful of razor-sharp, yellow teeth.
“Look up, Val,” Rai said. “Their archers have risen. Give the command and let’s end this.”
“Yes, sir,” Val said, his voice suddenly serious.
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Now Krillion stood on a hillside, looking across the valley that would be the place of the upcoming battle, and he saw the enemy army. The denizens of the underworld were flooding the surrounding landscape like ants.
“Too many,” Krillion said to no one in particular.
“What are you thinking about, old man?”
Krillion turned his head to slightly to see his oldest friend, Thame, standing behind him. With a crooked smile and just a trace of arrogance, he replied, “I think we’re in for a long day.”
Thame laughed and put a hand on Krillion’s shoulder. “Good times … good times,” he said.
“Let’s do what we came here to do, then,” Krillion said, reaching for the mighty hammer strapped to his back. Then the two friends turned and headed back to where the legion was awaiting orders to begin the attack.
They had been named Fury Legion, and rightly so: they were one of the fiercest units ever assembled in Heaven. Standing five thousand strong, these were veteran angels hand-picked by Gabriel himself to combat the most savage of demons.
“Archers, ready!” thundered Thame.
The command echoed down the lines. In one fluid movement, hundreds of angelic warriors took flight to hover fifty feet over their own lines. Arrows forged in heaven, each imbued with a small amount of light, were nocked to bows, awaiting the command that would start the battle.
From across the green valley came the response: the snarls and grunts, the clacking of teeth and scraping of claws from more than eight thousand demons ready to crush the force standing before them and feast upon their flesh.
The demon commander, Rai, stood there, a dark shadow. Rai had been an angel a long time ago. When Lucifer revolted from heaven, Rai was one of the first to join his cause. Afterward, when he was cast down to Hell, his mind was wiped clean of any memory of his former life. The only evidence that he’d once lived in the heavens was the pair of black wings protruding from his back. Even with no recollection of his former existence, Rai had regretted his fateful choice ever since.
“Rai, the dark mage’s are in position.” It was the gritty voice of Valafor, Rai’s right-hand man.
“Excellent, Valafor,” Rai replied. “Soon this … army will be nothing more than a memory for us. Tell me, are your legions ready?”
“Yes, ten legions strong—and all eager to spill blood.”
Thinking for a moment, Rai said, “Valafor, you have served me well through all these years. Remember that Hell doesn’t tolerate failure, and I would hate to lose you at my side.”
“Ha! You’re worried about me?” Valafor laughed and held up his massive right forearm, which looked as if it had been horribly charred by fire. Then he flexed his muscles and the charred flesh crazed as radiant blue light exploded through the cracks.
“Every time I see that, I’m still impressed,” said Rai. “The power of a thousand demons harnessed in one weapon.”
“Yeah, well, when you lose half an arm, you tend to get very creative,” Valafor grinned, showing a mouthful of razor-sharp, yellow teeth.
“Look up, Val,” Rai said. “Their archers have risen. Give the command and let’s end this.”
“Yes, sir,” Val said, his voice suddenly serious.
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June 25, 2013
Good reads give away results
Ok fans, the give away is now over. We have far surpassed my goal of reaching 1000 for my first time with an astounding 1279 awesome people signing up to to take part. Sadly there can be only 3 winners I encurage everyone to share The Fallen with friends, family and the world...lol and share my blog as well. Stay tuned for updates concerning the formation of Book 2. playing with title names, possibly Dark Decimation. What does everyone think about that name?
Here's the link to the most epic book of the year.
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Here's the link to the most epic book of the year.
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June 14, 2013
50TH REVIEW ON AMAZON 4.8 STARS
THE 50TH 5 STAR REVIEW FOR THE FALLEN DARK GENESIS-
"Life after The Fallen will never be the same!!!
True greatness bides it's time, waiting for the moment when mankind demands its presence. That moment has arrived. No matter what you believe about the end of days......you will not see this coming.
There are dozens of reviews here that tout the author's amazing writing talent and legendary creativity. All of them are 100% true. This story is beyond intense. It will grab you, shake you, and leave you breathless, completely stunned and begging for more. The world has been waiting for an epic tale of this magnitude and I, for one, can so easily see myself waiting in line for days to get the movie tickets.
Can't wait!!
Would love to expand the book to the U.K., so everyone across the pond have a glance, share it around an tell me your thoughts.
"Life after The Fallen will never be the same!!!
True greatness bides it's time, waiting for the moment when mankind demands its presence. That moment has arrived. No matter what you believe about the end of days......you will not see this coming.
There are dozens of reviews here that tout the author's amazing writing talent and legendary creativity. All of them are 100% true. This story is beyond intense. It will grab you, shake you, and leave you breathless, completely stunned and begging for more. The world has been waiting for an epic tale of this magnitude and I, for one, can so easily see myself waiting in line for days to get the movie tickets.
Can't wait!!
Would love to expand the book to the U.K., so everyone across the pond have a glance, share it around an tell me your thoughts.
June 5, 2013
Rallying the awesome people of the world!!!
Ok, awesome peeps of the planet. Were setting goals tonight. Everyone is invited to help out to reach it. Read the Excerpt below, if it strikes your curiosity on another level, then order the $1.99 E-book copy of The Fallen Book 1 Dark Genesis tonight with 1 click and lets set some records:
Journal of Alisha Grace
Time, people say, is never-ending. No matter what happens to people, plants, animals, or the planet itself, time is the one thing that never changes.
None of us could have fathomed that one day our time would be up. That day is now.
Everyone knows of the story of Armageddon, the battle between the forces of Heaven and the demonic legions of Hell. And we all just figured it was a no-brainer, which side would come out on top. But we were wrong.
Every time I go to the window, I smell only blood, fire, and brimstone.
It happened so quickly that no one had time to react: portals forged from demonic magic opened all over the world, and pouring through them were agents of macabre death, tidal waves of destruction the likes of which we had never seen. The sky filled with beautiful, white-winged creatures full of deadly grace and determined precision, intent upon stopping the demon armies. The final war had been brought to our very doorstep.
Across the planet battles raged. Blood and death spread across the Earth, with both sides suffering heavy losses.
It didn’t take long for us to realize that the tide of war was shifting to darkness. And if the light fell, what hope would humans have?
http://www.amazon.com/The-Fallen-1-Da...%
Journal of Alisha Grace
Time, people say, is never-ending. No matter what happens to people, plants, animals, or the planet itself, time is the one thing that never changes.
None of us could have fathomed that one day our time would be up. That day is now.
Everyone knows of the story of Armageddon, the battle between the forces of Heaven and the demonic legions of Hell. And we all just figured it was a no-brainer, which side would come out on top. But we were wrong.
Every time I go to the window, I smell only blood, fire, and brimstone.
It happened so quickly that no one had time to react: portals forged from demonic magic opened all over the world, and pouring through them were agents of macabre death, tidal waves of destruction the likes of which we had never seen. The sky filled with beautiful, white-winged creatures full of deadly grace and determined precision, intent upon stopping the demon armies. The final war had been brought to our very doorstep.
Across the planet battles raged. Blood and death spread across the Earth, with both sides suffering heavy losses.
It didn’t take long for us to realize that the tide of war was shifting to darkness. And if the light fell, what hope would humans have?
http://www.amazon.com/The-Fallen-1-Da...%
June 2, 2013
The Fallen Book 1 Dark Genesis
Here's a little peek for all the hardcore angel / demon fans!
Earth
Thame was making his way through the throng of Seraphim warriors, looking for his commander, Krillion.
Krillion was a captain in the Fury Legion, a force dispatched from the Crystal Palace by Gabriel himself to ensure that Armageddon was halted and mankind would prosper through peace and free will. Thame finally saw Krillion standing on a small rock outcropping, studying the landscape upon which the upcoming battle would be fought. At six feet four and 275 pounds, he had a massive physical presence, standing head and shoulders above the rest of the warriors gathered around him.
Standing a few meters behind Krillion, Thames felt admiration and love swell in his chest as he looked upon one of the most respected commanders in the All-Father’s army. He thought back to his first battle millennia ago, when Krillion had saved his life as two goat demons under Azazel’s banner were about to impale him upon their horns.
Krillion had appeared out of nowhere.
With his massive frame of raw brute force, he wielded his mighty war hammer like a man possessed. In a single swing, Krillion collapsed the rib cage of one demon, sending it spiraling through the air, while he grabbed the other demon bare-handed and snapped its neck.
As Krillion stood over Thame, his broad chest heaving, a smile spread across his face and he extended his hand to the young archer, saying, “On your feet archer, no Seraphim will die this day!”
Such a long time ago, thought Thame. Ever since that day, Krillion had taken a liking to the young archer warrior and had been a surrogate father to him. The two of them had grown to respect and love one another and had shared many battles together.
Now Krillion stood on a hillside, looking across the valley that would be the place of the upcoming battle, and he saw the enemy army. The denizens of the underworld were flooding the surrounding landscape like ants.
“Too many,” Krillion said to no one in particular.
“What are you thinking about, old man?”
Krillion turned his head to slightly to see his oldest friend, Thame, standing behind him. With a crooked smile and just a trace of arrogance, he replied, “I think we’re in for a long day.”
Thame laughed and put a hand on Krillion’s shoulder. “Good times … good times,” he said.
“Let’s do what we came here to do, then,” Krillion said, reaching for the mighty hammer strapped to his back. Then the two friends turned and headed back to where the legion was awaiting orders to begin the attack.
They had been named Fury Legion, and rightly so: they were one of the fiercest units ever assembled in Heaven. Standing five thousand strong, these were veteran angels hand-picked by Gabriel himself to combat the most savage of demons.
“Archers, ready!” thundered Thame.
The command echoed down the lines. In one fluid movement, hundreds of angelic warriors took flight to hover fifty feet over their own lines. Arrows forged in heaven, each imbued with a small amount of light, were nocked to bows, awaiting the command that would start the battle.
From across the green valley came the response: the snarls and grunts, the clacking of teeth and scraping of claws from more than eight thousand demons ready to crush the force standing before them and feast upon their flesh.
The demon commander, Rai, stood there, a dark shadow. Rai had been an angel a long time ago. When Lucifer revolted from heaven, Rai was one of the first to join his cause. Afterward, when he was cast down to Hell, his mind was wiped clean of any memory of his former life. The only evidence that he’d once lived in the heavens was the pair of black wings protruding from his back. Even with no recollection of his former existence, Rai had regretted his fateful choice ever since.
“Rai, the dark mage’s are in position.” It was the gritty voice of Valafor, Rai’s right-hand man.
“Excellent, Valafor,” Rai replied. “Soon this … army will be nothing more than a memory for us. Tell me, are your legions ready?”
“Yes, ten legions strong—and all eager to spill blood.”
Thinking for a moment, Rai said, “Valafor, you have served me well through all these years. Remember that Hell doesn’t tolerate failure, and I would hate to lose you at my side.”
“Ha! You’re worried about me?” Valafor laughed and held up his massive right forearm, which looked as if it had been horribly charred by fire. Then he flexed his muscles, the charred flesh cracked and split all over as radiant blue light exploded through.
“Every time I see that, I’m still impressed,” said Rai. “The power of a thousand demons harnessed in one weapon.”
“Yeah, well, when you lose half an arm, you tend to get very creative,” Valafor grinned, showing a mouthful of razor-sharp, yellow teeth.
“Look up, Val,” Rai said. “Their archers have risen. Give the command and let’s end this.”
“Yes, sir,” Val said, his voice suddenly serious.
“Fire!”
At that command, hundreds of arrows were loosed upon the demon horde, now starting their deadly advance across the valley. But just before the arrows could find their marks, a dark cloud of smoke rose up out of the ground to engulf them, reducing them to ash.
“Thame!” Krillion shouted to the captain of his archers. “They’ve got dark mages out there somewhere. Search and destroy!”
“Got it!” Thame shouted back. He gave the command, and then he and his archers sped through the air across the battlefield to find the masters of magic. Meanwhile Krillion and his ground forces rushed headlong into the fertile valley to meet their accursed enemies.
Throughout the valley, angels screamed and demons howled, the lust of battle coursing through their veins. All across the battlefield was violence and death, with Krillion leading the charge in the center, crushing heads and shattering bones with every swing of his mighty hammer. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something rushing at him. It looked like a massive gray rock golem with a red visor for an eye.
“I see you, ugly!” Krillion yelled, turning to face this new opponent.
Krillion raised his hammer high, ready to strike the killing blow, when the rock demon smashed straight into him with its shoulder, sending him sailing into the air. Krillion grunted as the wind was knocked from his body, but fortunately he was just as deft in the air as he was on the ground. His wings expanded to their full width, catching the wind, and he shot back to where the demon was standing triumphantly.
“Fury!” came the battle cry, followed by a deafening crack as Krillion’s hammer found its mark this time, shattering the grey rock demon into thousands of pieces.
Breathing heavily, Krillion took in the whole battle raging around him. His legion was holding the lines, maybe even pushing the demons back. They were going to win this fight. Pride and satisfaction spread across his face at the notion.
Just then something scraped the back of his arm. He looked back and saw a little demon latched onto him by its teeth. Reaching around with his opposite arm, Krillion grabbed the demon by the neck and crushed it, feeling its body go limp in his huge hand. Then he tossed the lifeless corpse to the ground. “Little bastard,” he said, wiping away the blood.
Off to Krillion’s left, dozens of his warriors were being thrown back through the air by an unseen force. He knew at once that the dark mages were still out there and, if left un-checked, could easily turn this fight. “Thame, you’d better hurry up,” he thought. Then, raising his hammer and giving another mighty war cry, Krillion rushed back into the fray.
Flying as fast as their wings would carry them, Thame and his archers flew across the battlefield in search of the dark mages. Time was of the essence: the longer the mages stayed active, the more casualties would befall Fury Legion.
Looking at the ground stretched out before him, Thame saw his targets. Hidden in a small cluster of trees that had turned black and ugly from their presence, they stood—seven short, hooded figures, surrounded by a host of demons, minor foot soldiers. Nothing Thame and his legion couldn’t handle.
“To the left!” Thame shouted to his archers, and with a twitch of their muscular wings, they turned and sped toward their targets. Swords drawn, they landed right in the middle of the demons, striking them down from all angles.
“We have to get the mages,” Thame shouted as he gutted a vile-looking creature missing the top of its head. Then he heard the distorted sounds of magic as the mages started working their dark arts. It was too late. In the span of a heartbeat, Thame and his legion were frozen in place.
It was as if someone had tied weights on them to hold them in place. Thame stared in hatred and fear as hundreds of demons emerged from the trees to form a semicircle around his trapped archers. He shouted and cursed the demons, struggling to free himself from his invisible prison.
One of the hooded mages stepped forward from the semicircle. “Who is in charge here?”
No one answered.
“If you don’t tell me who is in charge, you will all be brought back to Hell and tortured for eternity.”
“I’m in charge,” Thame said, still struggling to move under the spell. “I’m in charge.”
“Good,” the mage said as a red beam of light shot from his hand, striking Thame in the chest.
A second later, Thame was on the other side of his legion, tied to a tree at the edge of the forest. The dark mage glared at him with a look of unrivaled evil in his eye.
“Kill them,” he said.
Behind the dark mage, the demons fell upon the archers—clawing and biting, spraying blood and bits of flesh everywhere.
“Noooo!” Thame cried. All he could do was watch as his legion of archers, frozen in place like statues, were torn to pieces right in front of him.
This is it, thought Thame. I have failed. Failed my men, failed myself … and worst of all, failed Krillion. His neck went limp, and a single tear fell from his eye to land on the blackened grass at his feet.
“Forgive me, Krillion,” Thame said under his breath. “I’m sorry.”
“Now then,” said the mage, pulling a bloody knife from the sleeve of his robe. “Let’s talk.”
Earth
Thame was making his way through the throng of Seraphim warriors, looking for his commander, Krillion.
Krillion was a captain in the Fury Legion, a force dispatched from the Crystal Palace by Gabriel himself to ensure that Armageddon was halted and mankind would prosper through peace and free will. Thame finally saw Krillion standing on a small rock outcropping, studying the landscape upon which the upcoming battle would be fought. At six feet four and 275 pounds, he had a massive physical presence, standing head and shoulders above the rest of the warriors gathered around him.
Standing a few meters behind Krillion, Thames felt admiration and love swell in his chest as he looked upon one of the most respected commanders in the All-Father’s army. He thought back to his first battle millennia ago, when Krillion had saved his life as two goat demons under Azazel’s banner were about to impale him upon their horns.
Krillion had appeared out of nowhere.
With his massive frame of raw brute force, he wielded his mighty war hammer like a man possessed. In a single swing, Krillion collapsed the rib cage of one demon, sending it spiraling through the air, while he grabbed the other demon bare-handed and snapped its neck.
As Krillion stood over Thame, his broad chest heaving, a smile spread across his face and he extended his hand to the young archer, saying, “On your feet archer, no Seraphim will die this day!”
Such a long time ago, thought Thame. Ever since that day, Krillion had taken a liking to the young archer warrior and had been a surrogate father to him. The two of them had grown to respect and love one another and had shared many battles together.
Now Krillion stood on a hillside, looking across the valley that would be the place of the upcoming battle, and he saw the enemy army. The denizens of the underworld were flooding the surrounding landscape like ants.
“Too many,” Krillion said to no one in particular.
“What are you thinking about, old man?”
Krillion turned his head to slightly to see his oldest friend, Thame, standing behind him. With a crooked smile and just a trace of arrogance, he replied, “I think we’re in for a long day.”
Thame laughed and put a hand on Krillion’s shoulder. “Good times … good times,” he said.
“Let’s do what we came here to do, then,” Krillion said, reaching for the mighty hammer strapped to his back. Then the two friends turned and headed back to where the legion was awaiting orders to begin the attack.
They had been named Fury Legion, and rightly so: they were one of the fiercest units ever assembled in Heaven. Standing five thousand strong, these were veteran angels hand-picked by Gabriel himself to combat the most savage of demons.
“Archers, ready!” thundered Thame.
The command echoed down the lines. In one fluid movement, hundreds of angelic warriors took flight to hover fifty feet over their own lines. Arrows forged in heaven, each imbued with a small amount of light, were nocked to bows, awaiting the command that would start the battle.
From across the green valley came the response: the snarls and grunts, the clacking of teeth and scraping of claws from more than eight thousand demons ready to crush the force standing before them and feast upon their flesh.
The demon commander, Rai, stood there, a dark shadow. Rai had been an angel a long time ago. When Lucifer revolted from heaven, Rai was one of the first to join his cause. Afterward, when he was cast down to Hell, his mind was wiped clean of any memory of his former life. The only evidence that he’d once lived in the heavens was the pair of black wings protruding from his back. Even with no recollection of his former existence, Rai had regretted his fateful choice ever since.
“Rai, the dark mage’s are in position.” It was the gritty voice of Valafor, Rai’s right-hand man.
“Excellent, Valafor,” Rai replied. “Soon this … army will be nothing more than a memory for us. Tell me, are your legions ready?”
“Yes, ten legions strong—and all eager to spill blood.”
Thinking for a moment, Rai said, “Valafor, you have served me well through all these years. Remember that Hell doesn’t tolerate failure, and I would hate to lose you at my side.”
“Ha! You’re worried about me?” Valafor laughed and held up his massive right forearm, which looked as if it had been horribly charred by fire. Then he flexed his muscles, the charred flesh cracked and split all over as radiant blue light exploded through.
“Every time I see that, I’m still impressed,” said Rai. “The power of a thousand demons harnessed in one weapon.”
“Yeah, well, when you lose half an arm, you tend to get very creative,” Valafor grinned, showing a mouthful of razor-sharp, yellow teeth.
“Look up, Val,” Rai said. “Their archers have risen. Give the command and let’s end this.”
“Yes, sir,” Val said, his voice suddenly serious.
“Fire!”
At that command, hundreds of arrows were loosed upon the demon horde, now starting their deadly advance across the valley. But just before the arrows could find their marks, a dark cloud of smoke rose up out of the ground to engulf them, reducing them to ash.
“Thame!” Krillion shouted to the captain of his archers. “They’ve got dark mages out there somewhere. Search and destroy!”
“Got it!” Thame shouted back. He gave the command, and then he and his archers sped through the air across the battlefield to find the masters of magic. Meanwhile Krillion and his ground forces rushed headlong into the fertile valley to meet their accursed enemies.
Throughout the valley, angels screamed and demons howled, the lust of battle coursing through their veins. All across the battlefield was violence and death, with Krillion leading the charge in the center, crushing heads and shattering bones with every swing of his mighty hammer. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something rushing at him. It looked like a massive gray rock golem with a red visor for an eye.
“I see you, ugly!” Krillion yelled, turning to face this new opponent.
Krillion raised his hammer high, ready to strike the killing blow, when the rock demon smashed straight into him with its shoulder, sending him sailing into the air. Krillion grunted as the wind was knocked from his body, but fortunately he was just as deft in the air as he was on the ground. His wings expanded to their full width, catching the wind, and he shot back to where the demon was standing triumphantly.
“Fury!” came the battle cry, followed by a deafening crack as Krillion’s hammer found its mark this time, shattering the grey rock demon into thousands of pieces.
Breathing heavily, Krillion took in the whole battle raging around him. His legion was holding the lines, maybe even pushing the demons back. They were going to win this fight. Pride and satisfaction spread across his face at the notion.
Just then something scraped the back of his arm. He looked back and saw a little demon latched onto him by its teeth. Reaching around with his opposite arm, Krillion grabbed the demon by the neck and crushed it, feeling its body go limp in his huge hand. Then he tossed the lifeless corpse to the ground. “Little bastard,” he said, wiping away the blood.
Off to Krillion’s left, dozens of his warriors were being thrown back through the air by an unseen force. He knew at once that the dark mages were still out there and, if left un-checked, could easily turn this fight. “Thame, you’d better hurry up,” he thought. Then, raising his hammer and giving another mighty war cry, Krillion rushed back into the fray.
Flying as fast as their wings would carry them, Thame and his archers flew across the battlefield in search of the dark mages. Time was of the essence: the longer the mages stayed active, the more casualties would befall Fury Legion.
Looking at the ground stretched out before him, Thame saw his targets. Hidden in a small cluster of trees that had turned black and ugly from their presence, they stood—seven short, hooded figures, surrounded by a host of demons, minor foot soldiers. Nothing Thame and his legion couldn’t handle.
“To the left!” Thame shouted to his archers, and with a twitch of their muscular wings, they turned and sped toward their targets. Swords drawn, they landed right in the middle of the demons, striking them down from all angles.
“We have to get the mages,” Thame shouted as he gutted a vile-looking creature missing the top of its head. Then he heard the distorted sounds of magic as the mages started working their dark arts. It was too late. In the span of a heartbeat, Thame and his legion were frozen in place.
It was as if someone had tied weights on them to hold them in place. Thame stared in hatred and fear as hundreds of demons emerged from the trees to form a semicircle around his trapped archers. He shouted and cursed the demons, struggling to free himself from his invisible prison.
One of the hooded mages stepped forward from the semicircle. “Who is in charge here?”
No one answered.
“If you don’t tell me who is in charge, you will all be brought back to Hell and tortured for eternity.”
“I’m in charge,” Thame said, still struggling to move under the spell. “I’m in charge.”
“Good,” the mage said as a red beam of light shot from his hand, striking Thame in the chest.
A second later, Thame was on the other side of his legion, tied to a tree at the edge of the forest. The dark mage glared at him with a look of unrivaled evil in his eye.
“Kill them,” he said.
Behind the dark mage, the demons fell upon the archers—clawing and biting, spraying blood and bits of flesh everywhere.
“Noooo!” Thame cried. All he could do was watch as his legion of archers, frozen in place like statues, were torn to pieces right in front of him.
This is it, thought Thame. I have failed. Failed my men, failed myself … and worst of all, failed Krillion. His neck went limp, and a single tear fell from his eye to land on the blackened grass at his feet.
“Forgive me, Krillion,” Thame said under his breath. “I’m sorry.”
“Now then,” said the mage, pulling a bloody knife from the sleeve of his robe. “Let’s talk.”
June 1, 2013
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Journal of Alisha Grace
Time, people say, is never-ending. No matter what happens to people, plants, animals, or the planet itself, time is the one thing that never changes.
None of us could have fathomed that one day our time would be up. That day is now.
Everyone knows of the story of Armageddon, the battle between the forces of Heaven and the demonic legions of Hell. And we all just figured it was a no-brainer, which side would come out on top. But we were wrong.
Every time I go to the window, I smell only blood, fire, and brimstone.
It happened so quickly that no one had time to react: portals forged from demonic magic opened all over the world, and pouring through them were agents of macabre death, tidal waves of destruction the likes of which we had never seen. The sky filled with beautiful, white-winged creatures full of deadly grace and determined precision, intent upon stopping the demon armies. The final war had been brought to our very doorstep.
Across the planet battles raged. Blood and death spread across the Earth, with both sides suffering heavy losses.
It didn’t take long for us to realize that the tide of war was shifting to darkness. And if the light fell, what hope would humans have?
Journal of Alisha Grace
Time, people say, is never-ending. No matter what happens to people, plants, animals, or the planet itself, time is the one thing that never changes.
None of us could have fathomed that one day our time would be up. That day is now.
Everyone knows of the story of Armageddon, the battle between the forces of Heaven and the demonic legions of Hell. And we all just figured it was a no-brainer, which side would come out on top. But we were wrong.
Every time I go to the window, I smell only blood, fire, and brimstone.
It happened so quickly that no one had time to react: portals forged from demonic magic opened all over the world, and pouring through them were agents of macabre death, tidal waves of destruction the likes of which we had never seen. The sky filled with beautiful, white-winged creatures full of deadly grace and determined precision, intent upon stopping the demon armies. The final war had been brought to our very doorstep.
Across the planet battles raged. Blood and death spread across the Earth, with both sides suffering heavy losses.
It didn’t take long for us to realize that the tide of war was shifting to darkness. And if the light fell, what hope would humans have?
May 31, 2013
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Journal of Alisha Grace
Time, people say, is never-ending. No matter what happens to people, plants, animals, or the planet itself, time is the one thing that never changes.
None of us could have fathomed that one day our time would be up. That day is now.
Everyone knows of the story of Armageddon, the battle between the forces of Heaven and the demonic legions of Hell. And we all just figured it was a no-brainer, which side would come out on top. But we were wrong.
Every time I go to the window, I smell only blood, fire, and brimstone.
It happened so quickly that no one had time to react: portals forged from demonic magic opened all over the world, and pouring through them were agents of macabre death, tidal waves of destruction the likes of which we had never seen. The sky filled with beautiful, white-winged creatures full of deadly grace and determined precision, intent upon stopping the demon armies. The final war had been brought to our very doorstep.
Across the planet battles raged. Blood and death spread across the Earth, with both sides suffering heavy losses.
It didn’t take long for us to realize that the tide of war was shifting to darkness. And if the light fell, what hope would humans have?
Journal of Alisha Grace
Time, people say, is never-ending. No matter what happens to people, plants, animals, or the planet itself, time is the one thing that never changes.
None of us could have fathomed that one day our time would be up. That day is now.
Everyone knows of the story of Armageddon, the battle between the forces of Heaven and the demonic legions of Hell. And we all just figured it was a no-brainer, which side would come out on top. But we were wrong.
Every time I go to the window, I smell only blood, fire, and brimstone.
It happened so quickly that no one had time to react: portals forged from demonic magic opened all over the world, and pouring through them were agents of macabre death, tidal waves of destruction the likes of which we had never seen. The sky filled with beautiful, white-winged creatures full of deadly grace and determined precision, intent upon stopping the demon armies. The final war had been brought to our very doorstep.
Across the planet battles raged. Blood and death spread across the Earth, with both sides suffering heavy losses.
It didn’t take long for us to realize that the tide of war was shifting to darkness. And if the light fell, what hope would humans have?
