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Authors: Debra Kristi
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the Hybrid series set in the same world, both coming soon.
Book one in the Age of the Hybrid series
A Mystic’s Carnival Collective novella
Book two in the Age of the Hybrid series
A Mystic’s Carnival Collective novella
Glimpse
Death was always the same. Not the people or the place or the circumstance. That changed from one stop to the next. Each one unique in its own special way. But Sebastian had come to understand his calling in the past few weeks and now recognized the signs for what they were. Always present. Always pulling. And always overwhelming with the constant stench of death. His own personal calling card.
A mere few assisted prior to helping his best friend, Kyra, escape purgatory, Sebastian had lost count of the number of souls he’d crossed over since embracing his Reaper half. He’d fought his destiny. Feared being an icon of death. A messenger of doom. For her, he’d do it again in a fluttered heartbeat. She was more than a friend. He’d come to crave everything she brought to their relationship. Even the rage of her dragon.
Things were different now, though.
He understood a Reaper’s value.
And Kyra…well, she didn’t remember him. Not at all. Of course, he was going to change that. Yes. Definitely change that. Very soon. First he had to get past Marcus’s damn barrier spell. Sebastian clenched his fist and imagined it slamming into Marcus’s jawline.
Damn Marcus for taking Kyra.
Damn him for keeping her from Sebastian.
And damn him for escaping the Reaper.
Sebastian stood beside his second stop of the day. If he had a choice he’d be at Marcus’s door right now, but the opportunity to get away from prying eyes or the constant watch of his father and his men had yet to present itself. The asphalt spread before him, a dark and crumbled highway to the unknown ― at least, unknown to most who found themselves in need of Sebastian’s services. He knew exactly where it led.
An empty aluminum can lay at his feet. With slow and deliberate intention, he knelt down and retrieved the evidence. Beer. Sunlight reflected off its sliver surface as he spun it with his fingers, then shoved it at the boy standing before him. Right into his hands. Hands covered with blood.
Coming December 2014
Glimpse
A splash cannonaded behind her, the explosion blossoming a flutter of fealty throughout Kyra’s hearty being. Surprise, confusion, they strangled her. Shoving the card into the hands of a milky-faced Sebastian, she turned toward ripples rolling out from the one spot on the water’s surface calling her ― her target.
Three men ran away on the bridge above. One was missing. She looked to the water, then back to the bridge. The way the men ran reminded her of a snippet from a horrid, low-budget, human action flick. Her heart tripped over a beat and she didn’t understand why. All she knew was she had to go, had to follow the feeling, the pull. She half stumbled, half rushed forward, a trickle of sweat sneaking down her brow, quietly escaping her beastly anxiousness.
Sebastian grabbed her arm, dragged her to a stop. He was the barely-calm before the storm, and ready to burst. “What are you doing?”
She looked down at his grip, her emotions pinging and ponging inside of her, torn between her loyalty to Sebastian and the inexplicable need now growing. “Someone fell in. I’m going to save him.” Urgency coursed through her in a way she’d never experienced before.
“But he’s human.” Sebastian’s voice seethed with undeniable disdain.
She flinched, yet swore it was panic she detected in his eyes. She’d never heard such ugly inflection in his voice, not ever. Not in all their hours playing poker in his trailer, or hanging in the back lot behind Big Eli with a bottle, making up stories about the people riding the magic circle of lights ― the Ferris wheel. Not even on his darker days when she would find him wandering by the wall of fog. Those days, they
Book one in the Age of the Hybrid series
A Mystic’s Carnival Collective novella
Book two in the Age of the Hybrid series
A Mystic’s Carnival Collective novella
Glimpse
Death was always the same. Not the people or the place or the circumstance. That changed from one stop to the next. Each one unique in its own special way. But Sebastian had come to understand his calling in the past few weeks and now recognized the signs for what they were. Always present. Always pulling. And always overwhelming with the constant stench of death. His own personal calling card.
A mere few assisted prior to helping his best friend, Kyra, escape purgatory, Sebastian had lost count of the number of souls he’d crossed over since embracing his Reaper half. He’d fought his destiny. Feared being an icon of death. A messenger of doom. For her, he’d do it again in a fluttered heartbeat. She was more than a friend. He’d come to crave everything she brought to their relationship. Even the rage of her dragon.
Things were different now, though.
He understood a Reaper’s value.
And Kyra…well, she didn’t remember him. Not at all. Of course, he was going to change that. Yes. Definitely change that. Very soon. First he had to get past Marcus’s damn barrier spell. Sebastian clenched his fist and imagined it slamming into Marcus’s jawline.
Damn Marcus for taking Kyra.
Damn him for keeping her from Sebastian.
And damn him for escaping the Reaper.
Sebastian stood beside his second stop of the day. If he had a choice he’d be at Marcus’s door right now, but the opportunity to get away from prying eyes or the constant watch of his father and his men had yet to present itself. The asphalt spread before him, a dark and crumbled highway to the unknown ― at least, unknown to most who found themselves in need of Sebastian’s services. He knew exactly where it led.
An empty aluminum can lay at his feet. With slow and deliberate intention, he knelt down and retrieved the evidence. Beer. Sunlight reflected off its sliver surface as he spun it with his fingers, then shoved it at the boy standing before him. Right into his hands. Hands covered with blood.
Coming December 2014
Glimpse
A splash cannonaded behind her, the explosion blossoming a flutter of fealty throughout Kyra’s hearty being. Surprise, confusion, they strangled her. Shoving the card into the hands of a milky-faced Sebastian, she turned toward ripples rolling out from the one spot on the water’s surface calling her ― her target.
Three men ran away on the bridge above. One was missing. She looked to the water, then back to the bridge. The way the men ran reminded her of a snippet from a horrid, low-budget, human action flick. Her heart tripped over a beat and she didn’t understand why. All she knew was she had to go, had to follow the feeling, the pull. She half stumbled, half rushed forward, a trickle of sweat sneaking down her brow, quietly escaping her beastly anxiousness.
Sebastian grabbed her arm, dragged her to a stop. He was the barely-calm before the storm, and ready to burst. “What are you doing?”
She looked down at his grip, her emotions pinging and ponging inside of her, torn between her loyalty to Sebastian and the inexplicable need now growing. “Someone fell in. I’m going to save him.” Urgency coursed through her in a way she’d never experienced before.
“But he’s human.” Sebastian’s voice seethed with undeniable disdain.
She flinched, yet swore it was panic she detected in his eyes. She’d never heard such ugly inflection in his voice, not ever. Not in all their hours playing poker in his trailer, or hanging in the back lot behind Big Eli with a bottle, making up stories about the people riding the magic circle of lights ― the Ferris wheel. Not even on his darker days when she would find him wandering by the wall of fog. Those days, they
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