Description
This book is intended for a mature audience. All characters are over 18.
In the last book Amy the mage and Helen the apprentice succubus received a call from Lorelei the dark elf sorceress who was in a life and death struggle against a powerful necromancer, and getting the worst of it. Amy and Helen rush over to help...eventually. The necromancer reveals himself to be...Aaron Burr, the former vice president.
Excerpt
“You brought a dryad against me?” the necromancer cackled, pushing back his hood to reveal a gaunt face and hair long gone white with age. “Did you think the magic of life could hurt me?”
“Well obviously” Lorelei said.
“I am a necromancer. The greatest that this city has ever known. I feed on life itself, as do my undead. Even the vampire does so, though she uses the proxy of blood, rather than it drinking of it’s pure essence. You didn’t bring a weapon against me, my lithe little friend, you brought me a battery!” Again the necromancer cackled and the dark elf felt a chill in her soul.
Another excerpt
“You have no idea how old I am. I am a necromancer, leaching life from the living to stave off death is as much a part of my art as raising my undead servants. As much as forcing obedience from even the most willful vampire” and at this he gave a wry smile at Kiki who perhaps hid a hint of rage in the smoldering smile she cast his way.
“You thought you could come from some other world and take this city away from me you elven shrew? I built this city…”
“He built this city?” a voice asked incredulously.
“On rock and roll perhaps?” another added dryly. It was a wonderful voice,
mellifluous and compelling. It was the voice of a goddess, or perhaps a…
“Succubus!” the necromancer spat.
“Succubus apprentice” Helen added proudly strutting across the corpse strewn parking garage in brand new sparkly red heels.
“Did you stop to buy shoes on your way over here?” Lorelei hissed from her chains.
In the last book Amy the mage and Helen the apprentice succubus received a call from Lorelei the dark elf sorceress who was in a life and death struggle against a powerful necromancer, and getting the worst of it. Amy and Helen rush over to help...eventually. The necromancer reveals himself to be...Aaron Burr, the former vice president.
Excerpt
“You brought a dryad against me?” the necromancer cackled, pushing back his hood to reveal a gaunt face and hair long gone white with age. “Did you think the magic of life could hurt me?”
“Well obviously” Lorelei said.
“I am a necromancer. The greatest that this city has ever known. I feed on life itself, as do my undead. Even the vampire does so, though she uses the proxy of blood, rather than it drinking of it’s pure essence. You didn’t bring a weapon against me, my lithe little friend, you brought me a battery!” Again the necromancer cackled and the dark elf felt a chill in her soul.
Another excerpt
“You have no idea how old I am. I am a necromancer, leaching life from the living to stave off death is as much a part of my art as raising my undead servants. As much as forcing obedience from even the most willful vampire” and at this he gave a wry smile at Kiki who perhaps hid a hint of rage in the smoldering smile she cast his way.
“You thought you could come from some other world and take this city away from me you elven shrew? I built this city…”
“He built this city?” a voice asked incredulously.
“On rock and roll perhaps?” another added dryly. It was a wonderful voice,
mellifluous and compelling. It was the voice of a goddess, or perhaps a…
“Succubus!” the necromancer spat.
“Succubus apprentice” Helen added proudly strutting across the corpse strewn parking garage in brand new sparkly red heels.
“Did you stop to buy shoes on your way over here?” Lorelei hissed from her chains.
Book Details
Format
Kindle
Pages
48 pages
Language
English
Published
Jul 15, 2016