Title: Demon Killer
Author: Myra Nour
Series: Stand Alone
Genre: Paranormal
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: July 2014 (Originally Published in a Anthology
Shifter, NCP in 2002)
Editions/Formats Available In: eBook
Blurb/Synopsis:
Attacked by a soldier of the demon race, a young woman has a
child from their union. To her horror, he bears the mark of the demon, and her
people will stop at nothing to kill it. Being part fairy, Azra uses her magic
to try and save her child from his demon blood. In spite of her best efforts,
he briefly turns into the monstrous Sartwor beast, slaying her entire village.
A perilous journey to the home of the pure blood fairies
ensues as she races to save Bretuck before he turns into the beast again. This
time she may not be able to pull him from the grasp of the creature ruling his
body. Can a mother's love prevail over her son's cursed blood?
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Author Information
Myra has been
published since 2001 with Ellora's Cave and New Concepts Publishing. She
decided in 2014 to take some of her books the Indie route, starting with Demon
Killer. Myra loves to write stories with a mix of romance, s/f, paranormal and
fantasy elements. Since April 2012 she is the CEO and co-owner of BTS Book Reviews,
a digital magazine dedicated to promoting authors work and bringing great books
to readers. Magazine at: www.btsemag.com.
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The trees surrounding the glen where the witch was reported
to live, were bent over and twisted into odd shapes, as if they suffered
arthritic pains. It was dusky dark under those snake-like contortions of limb
and leaves, and smelled of mold and dampness under the deep purplish shade. Azra
felt sure sunlight had never touched the earth beneath the overhanging giants,
yet the sun had seared her shoulders before stepping into the trees gloom but a
moment before.
At first glance, she thought there was an
overgrown hill nestled between the giants, but in reality, it was a profusion
of vines and greenish-black creepers crawling into and over a tiny hut. A small
door was barely distinguishable between the virulent growths, but someone kept
the doorway cleared. Before her hand descended on the cracked wood, an ancient
sounding voice called for her to enter. Her nostrils flared, offended by the
strange smells emanating from within, the sickening mingling of ancient magic
making it worse. Dark power. Dark magic. She shivered in reaction.
She found a
haggard old woman with lank hair dragging the ground, sitting on a small stool
and stirring a smelly concoction in a hearth blackened pot. The interior was
darker than the tree shadows, relieved only by the hearth fire, which threw out
shoots of sparks and faint light. It lit the witch’s face and Azra realized
she’d held her breath for a horrified moment, for the old crone looked an ogre
in its lair.
The woman grinned widely showing two bone white teeth,
everything else in her mouth blackened or greenish with decay. Azra shivered as
she realized how the witch’s appearance replicated the hut’s exterior, and the
old sorceress knew well the image she created.
“Fairy child, come to the old witch for help, eh?”
