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News from the Void 10/26/2013
Just for fun, I have posted excerpts from four of my novels. Two are available now, The Bitter Ends and Fallen Song. Cult of Morgod (pending release) and The Vampire Faus, Dragon Stone (still in progress). Click below to get The Bitter Ends. Apple, Kobo, Sony, Epub, PDF, iPad, and many more formats. Available at Smashwordswww.smashwords.com/books/search?query=Donny+Swords
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An excerpt from The Bitter Ends Taken from “Palo”“Hurry mister, they’re coming.”“Who?” “…”The young man had just begun to reply when the first of them crashed through the brush. It was a case of defilement and desperation to be sure. Innards dangling like ruby roots, wild eyes, and sub-human growls. Palo did not ask.“Move aside.”Raising his sidearm, he fired, cutting the early arriver’s pursuit off with one round. A howl, gutting and booming cut the night in two. From that cry, near the side of the bathhouse, Palo saw a cluster of the things, running rickety while their slavering jaws foamed, and they were closing.
Palo spent the clip on them, but three remained.“Get inside!”The visitor did as told. Palo bolted the door behind them, and went into the hall, telling the visitor to follow suit. The zombies were already at the glass in his study, five or more. He gathered his weapons, an Ak-47, a .45, and a raging bull, which stood in his fist presently. “Do you know how to use a gun?”There was no reply.“DO YOU KNOW HOW TO USE A GUN?”Palo had his back turned to the visitor, and was eyeing the windows, where the zombies bit and hissed at the glass. He had no way of knowing what the man was doing, or experiencing. As it was, the visitor had slid down the hallway wall, his heart ceasing to beat abruptly. Death had arrived in a nanosecond, a fluke really, though it did lay claim to the visitor’s life. The man’s ticker had a fatal flaw, and his panic had been too much for his overworked heart to bear. Another death meant little to Palo. However, what came after… Expecting an answer he whirled about, his heated reply falling halfway from his lips as he turned, then it cut off… “Hey! I’m talking to…”The man’s formerly overheated countenance had gone stone cold. Gone were the ripe cheeks and streaming sweat. The brown of his irises tucked firmly below his upper eyelids and gone too, any semblance of sanity. In seeing him, the visitor vaulted in manic fury, moving faster than Palo expected. He still found precious seconds to avoid the strike… Palo spun away and in that instant, the raging bull exploded like dynamite. Brains flew onto the windowpane, the pinkish grey goo and fluids exciting the zombies through the glass.
An excerpt from Fallen SongThe next thing Henry knew, he was sailing through the
air, and clattering to the ground. Before him a vampire appeared, with approximately twenty wolves circling his feet. The wolves flew at Henry, they landed, all sliced in two. The last few fell faster than the first. Henry’s blade whistled through the air, and at points in the dark, one could see black fonts of blood misting the crisp night.
Suddenly a burst of silenced rounds smashed into the vampire, taking it to the ground. Henry lunged at it. He raised his sword in an arc, stabbing downward towards the vampire’s heart. Then he was tossed through the air again. He rolled, and got to his feet. He turned towards the nemesis.Fallen Song tore through the night as a silver streak. Henry watched the vampire’s head leave its shoulders and roll shakily across the ground. As Fallen Song rose at speed, Henry caught a glimpse of it. It plunged into a third vampire’s chest, tearing its torso in two. Thomas turned and waved slightly… he wanted Franco and Henry to stay down…
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An excerpt from Cult of Morgod
The Duo In the identical moment Henry was full of thought, Secord stood on a deck full of enemies. Piron was fighting on the stern and Secord on the bow, when they encircled him. Their eyes were hollow, other
than the hostility they held. They were only Scouts, the last of them, and this the final ship to liberate. A few vessels brimmed with Demon-Mor in such large numbers that it was impossible to count them, or for two to kill them all. Piron sacrificed the ships and the demons they held to the Black Sea and concentrated on claiming the others. Piron and Secord had altered the plan drastically, scrapping the hand-boat altogether. Piron dropped Secord from ship to ship and cleared the masts and cannons of whatever manned them. Secord just fought, killing with anything he found along the way, or his sword. He had lost his dagger, or rather, he had been forced to abandon it under the eardrum of a Dharma Vici and his skin still burned from the exchange. The mist dragon had screamed and wrestled Secord to the rail. The ranger held his dagger by the hilt, yanking all the while to free it. A decision was needed, to follow the Dharma into The Black Sea, or live. That dagger had been his since childhood, and it meant more to him than any woman, song, or possession, so he missed it.
Currently the Demon-Mor stared at him, their slatted and reprehensible eyes melded their sizable and dripping jaws into a mask of horror. Secord was beyond caring. He held the same weapon as they, a rather large axe. Secord had his short-sword hung on his side. “The Lady in White will never forsake me,” Secord thought, as he took the first seven or so like a juggernaut. Skulls split, torsos cut in two, and the Demon-Mors jumped him. Even as he fell, Kon came clear into Secord’s mind, shooting like ribbons through his veins. The axe was gone now. Out came his short blade and he slashed a few throats… even as he hit hard on the deck. Secord rolled, slicing legs and tendons as he went and then he was upon the last of them, hacking them to bits. In the end, the demons at Secord’s outer reaches died by Piron, who came from the starboard side, his white wings dripping a crimson black. It was over in seconds, the duo decimated the remainder of the Demon-Mors. Piron kicked the last one so hard it broke at the waist on the railing, before it vaporized the rail, going over, flip-flopping in the air before the dark waves ate its shattered remains.Secord went to his new brother’s side, “That was the finest kick ever. I must say all this was entirely worth it to see you shatter that fucker.” He grinned and Piron did the same, but not for long. “Send the victory signal.” He said, “Let them all know that Quantanost and The Suttgar stand as one.”
An excerpt from The Vampire Faus, Dragon Stone
A Numidian had led the charge, flanked at the wings by the outlaws of several nations, Spaniards, with bronze skin and slatted eyes. Numidians, with ebony skin and broad muscles. The regal and grizzled countenances of Roman renegades… Berbers with curved blades like that of a crescent moon. “You would do well to bow and then sail away dogs!” Faus shouted her words gravelly and firm. This remark brought a rattling and dark cackle from the Numidian at the center of the advancing mob. “A woman boys! She thinks she out warrior’s men!” The giant carried a pole spear, with a thick handle tipped with a single point and a curved hook, made to stick into shields or to tear organs free from soft underbellies. “Aye! And such a woman as you have never seen!” The jab at her sex had stung, as it always had, for men to think less of a woman because she possessed the one thing they wanted most between their legs- it never ceased to make her blood boil. Her preternatural instincts, and her barbaric origins were having their way with her bloodlust, she had no more time for words. These men would add to the lakes of bodies already harvested, prey the light god did not see.“Cronos be dammed!” She cried, and leapt like a great cat in the midst of a rat’s nest. The morning air grew scarlet as her blade met the Numidians shoulder, cutting through his bulky chest to the heart. She wrenched the blade free, back kicking the corpse to rail, where it hung like a sack of half-full of grain. Her blade hissed through the air like a bag of cobras, leaving a crimson mist sparkling like a million tiny rubies floating on the wind. Bodies dropped, cut down by her mighty blade, wielded now with two hands, before the pirates were able to respond to the assault that claimed them. They lay quivering, split of skull, or slit at the throat, their heads hanging limply from flaps of skin and shattered vertebrae.
In closing, I would like to thank everyone for their support of all my novels.
Best regards,
Donny Swords
Just for fun, I have posted excerpts from four of my novels. Two are available now, The Bitter Ends and Fallen Song. Cult of Morgod (pending release) and The Vampire Faus, Dragon Stone (still in progress). Click below to get The Bitter Ends. Apple, Kobo, Sony, Epub, PDF, iPad, and many more formats. Available at Smashwordswww.smashwords.com/books/search?query=Donny+SwordsAmazon http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Donny+Swords&sprefix=Donny%2Caps&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3ADonny+Swords
An excerpt from The Bitter Ends Taken from “Palo”“Hurry mister, they’re coming.”“Who?” “…”The young man had just begun to reply when the first of them crashed through the brush. It was a case of defilement and desperation to be sure. Innards dangling like ruby roots, wild eyes, and sub-human growls. Palo did not ask.“Move aside.”Raising his sidearm, he fired, cutting the early arriver’s pursuit off with one round. A howl, gutting and booming cut the night in two. From that cry, near the side of the bathhouse, Palo saw a cluster of the things, running rickety while their slavering jaws foamed, and they were closing.
Palo spent the clip on them, but three remained.“Get inside!”The visitor did as told. Palo bolted the door behind them, and went into the hall, telling the visitor to follow suit. The zombies were already at the glass in his study, five or more. He gathered his weapons, an Ak-47, a .45, and a raging bull, which stood in his fist presently. “Do you know how to use a gun?”There was no reply.“DO YOU KNOW HOW TO USE A GUN?”Palo had his back turned to the visitor, and was eyeing the windows, where the zombies bit and hissed at the glass. He had no way of knowing what the man was doing, or experiencing. As it was, the visitor had slid down the hallway wall, his heart ceasing to beat abruptly. Death had arrived in a nanosecond, a fluke really, though it did lay claim to the visitor’s life. The man’s ticker had a fatal flaw, and his panic had been too much for his overworked heart to bear. Another death meant little to Palo. However, what came after… Expecting an answer he whirled about, his heated reply falling halfway from his lips as he turned, then it cut off… “Hey! I’m talking to…”The man’s formerly overheated countenance had gone stone cold. Gone were the ripe cheeks and streaming sweat. The brown of his irises tucked firmly below his upper eyelids and gone too, any semblance of sanity. In seeing him, the visitor vaulted in manic fury, moving faster than Palo expected. He still found precious seconds to avoid the strike… Palo spun away and in that instant, the raging bull exploded like dynamite. Brains flew onto the windowpane, the pinkish grey goo and fluids exciting the zombies through the glass.
An excerpt from Fallen SongThe next thing Henry knew, he was sailing through the
air, and clattering to the ground. Before him a vampire appeared, with approximately twenty wolves circling his feet. The wolves flew at Henry, they landed, all sliced in two. The last few fell faster than the first. Henry’s blade whistled through the air, and at points in the dark, one could see black fonts of blood misting the crisp night. Suddenly a burst of silenced rounds smashed into the vampire, taking it to the ground. Henry lunged at it. He raised his sword in an arc, stabbing downward towards the vampire’s heart. Then he was tossed through the air again. He rolled, and got to his feet. He turned towards the nemesis.Fallen Song tore through the night as a silver streak. Henry watched the vampire’s head leave its shoulders and roll shakily across the ground. As Fallen Song rose at speed, Henry caught a glimpse of it. It plunged into a third vampire’s chest, tearing its torso in two. Thomas turned and waved slightly… he wanted Franco and Henry to stay down…
Click here for your copy of Fallen Song for Kindle.
http://www.amazon.com/Fallen-Song--Stygia-Donny-Swords-ebook/dp/B00CWTQM68/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1382838932&sr=8-1&keywords=Donny+Swords
An excerpt from Cult of Morgod
The Duo In the identical moment Henry was full of thought, Secord stood on a deck full of enemies. Piron was fighting on the stern and Secord on the bow, when they encircled him. Their eyes were hollow, other
than the hostility they held. They were only Scouts, the last of them, and this the final ship to liberate. A few vessels brimmed with Demon-Mor in such large numbers that it was impossible to count them, or for two to kill them all. Piron sacrificed the ships and the demons they held to the Black Sea and concentrated on claiming the others. Piron and Secord had altered the plan drastically, scrapping the hand-boat altogether. Piron dropped Secord from ship to ship and cleared the masts and cannons of whatever manned them. Secord just fought, killing with anything he found along the way, or his sword. He had lost his dagger, or rather, he had been forced to abandon it under the eardrum of a Dharma Vici and his skin still burned from the exchange. The mist dragon had screamed and wrestled Secord to the rail. The ranger held his dagger by the hilt, yanking all the while to free it. A decision was needed, to follow the Dharma into The Black Sea, or live. That dagger had been his since childhood, and it meant more to him than any woman, song, or possession, so he missed it.
Currently the Demon-Mor stared at him, their slatted and reprehensible eyes melded their sizable and dripping jaws into a mask of horror. Secord was beyond caring. He held the same weapon as they, a rather large axe. Secord had his short-sword hung on his side. “The Lady in White will never forsake me,” Secord thought, as he took the first seven or so like a juggernaut. Skulls split, torsos cut in two, and the Demon-Mors jumped him. Even as he fell, Kon came clear into Secord’s mind, shooting like ribbons through his veins. The axe was gone now. Out came his short blade and he slashed a few throats… even as he hit hard on the deck. Secord rolled, slicing legs and tendons as he went and then he was upon the last of them, hacking them to bits. In the end, the demons at Secord’s outer reaches died by Piron, who came from the starboard side, his white wings dripping a crimson black. It was over in seconds, the duo decimated the remainder of the Demon-Mors. Piron kicked the last one so hard it broke at the waist on the railing, before it vaporized the rail, going over, flip-flopping in the air before the dark waves ate its shattered remains.Secord went to his new brother’s side, “That was the finest kick ever. I must say all this was entirely worth it to see you shatter that fucker.” He grinned and Piron did the same, but not for long. “Send the victory signal.” He said, “Let them all know that Quantanost and The Suttgar stand as one.”
An excerpt from The Vampire Faus, Dragon Stone
A Numidian had led the charge, flanked at the wings by the outlaws of several nations, Spaniards, with bronze skin and slatted eyes. Numidians, with ebony skin and broad muscles. The regal and grizzled countenances of Roman renegades… Berbers with curved blades like that of a crescent moon. “You would do well to bow and then sail away dogs!” Faus shouted her words gravelly and firm. This remark brought a rattling and dark cackle from the Numidian at the center of the advancing mob. “A woman boys! She thinks she out warrior’s men!” The giant carried a pole spear, with a thick handle tipped with a single point and a curved hook, made to stick into shields or to tear organs free from soft underbellies. “Aye! And such a woman as you have never seen!” The jab at her sex had stung, as it always had, for men to think less of a woman because she possessed the one thing they wanted most between their legs- it never ceased to make her blood boil. Her preternatural instincts, and her barbaric origins were having their way with her bloodlust, she had no more time for words. These men would add to the lakes of bodies already harvested, prey the light god did not see.“Cronos be dammed!” She cried, and leapt like a great cat in the midst of a rat’s nest. The morning air grew scarlet as her blade met the Numidians shoulder, cutting through his bulky chest to the heart. She wrenched the blade free, back kicking the corpse to rail, where it hung like a sack of half-full of grain. Her blade hissed through the air like a bag of cobras, leaving a crimson mist sparkling like a million tiny rubies floating on the wind. Bodies dropped, cut down by her mighty blade, wielded now with two hands, before the pirates were able to respond to the assault that claimed them. They lay quivering, split of skull, or slit at the throat, their heads hanging limply from flaps of skin and shattered vertebrae.
In closing, I would like to thank everyone for their support of all my novels.
Best regards,
Donny Swords
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