Snippets from "Desires (A Legacy Novel)"
Illuminated in the glow of the full moon, the Irish countryside appeared serene—a deceptive ruse to hide the danger that was not seen until it was too late. For the Blood Moon will rise on this night of Samhain. An ancient evil was seething in the Otherworld. A scorned Battle Goddess seeking vengeance desires to leave the mortal world in a deluge of blood in her search for retribution.
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War, killings, rapes, tortures…his life had been a long string of violence. It was a wonder he still had any sanity remaining. Only the fact that his mind suppressed any memory of his actions kept him from becoming raving mad. Would he truly go mad? Or would he enjoy it as Morrigan claimed? As Greagoir washed the evidence of his previous deeds away, he began a transformation to the body that now sheltered his humanity.
As he tried to block the horrible sound of the crows feeding behind him, he searched his soul. If he gave in to Morrigan, he could be her lover and have eternal youth. Could he murder his own humanity?
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…darkness consumed the sky above her as thousands of crows circled overhead; she would have to make her stand here.
Wiping at the single tear that slid down her cheek, “My warrior—I need you,” she thought as she envisioned Fionntan in her mind.
Ducking to avoid the razor sharp beaks that snapped at her face; Liadan took her fighting stance and waited.
* * *
War, killings, rapes, tortures…his life had been a long string of violence. It was a wonder he still had any sanity remaining. Only the fact that his mind suppressed any memory of his actions kept him from becoming raving mad. Would he truly go mad? Or would he enjoy it as Morrigan claimed? As Greagoir washed the evidence of his previous deeds away, he began a transformation to the body that now sheltered his humanity.
As he tried to block the horrible sound of the crows feeding behind him, he searched his soul. If he gave in to Morrigan, he could be her lover and have eternal youth. Could he murder his own humanity?
* * *
…darkness consumed the sky above her as thousands of crows circled overhead; she would have to make her stand here.
Wiping at the single tear that slid down her cheek, “My warrior—I need you,” she thought as she envisioned Fionntan in her mind.
Ducking to avoid the razor sharp beaks that snapped at her face; Liadan took her fighting stance and waited.
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