The darkness from their mouths is spreading, seeping over their faces and bodies, swallowing the fires that are raging on all around us.
No, that’s not their darkness—it’s mine.
Finally, my grip on consciousness is failing. I can’t hold on a moment longer. It’s slipping through my fingers, until the darkness eats up everything around me, and I’m left to fall into it with only nearby screams to carry with me and one lingering thought—
I’ve been taken.
end of book one.
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PRINCE POISON TEASER, BOOK 1 IN GODS AND MONSTERS.
A shaky breath hitched in my throat as his fingertips reached my chin.
Surprisingly, his touch was gentle. Then he dragged the tip of a silver nail along my skin.
The ferocity of his eyes kept my gaze locked and my body stiff. The nail lowered—down my pulsing throat, slower than the clock’s ticking.
“I can tear your throat out right here,” he said, his voice a hushed whisper of threats and spilled blood. “I could kill you a thousand different ways where you sit.”
The nail cut deeper. Blood beaded, then spilled down my front, over my breasts.
I choked on a whimper.
“Now tell me everything.”
SAMPLE CHAPTER FROM GODS AND MONSTERS, BOOK 1 (PRINCE POISON, CHAPTER 1)
Few knew my secret and it already carried a death toll:
One.
It might not seem very high but how can a mother’s life be measured?
Sometimes, as I stood on the path to our icy, salt-aired cabin, I looked to the pier and saw it all happen again.
Today was no different.
I watched the creaky pier and relived the worst moment of my life. Mother, being cut down in front of me, like a human shield wielded to protect me; her curse.
As she took her last breath, I became my brother’s burden.
I cut my gaze to the damp, soggy markets in the heart of our isle’s village. My brother, Moritz, was down there, somewhere.
Did he ever look to the docks like I did and remember the cruel wink of the sword as it took our mother’s life? Or had the memory faded into the blurred masses of sea-travellers by now?
Our dock saw many visitors.
Isle Zwayk procured the sharpest swordfish in all the lands. Our mussels were said to be stronger aphrodisiacs than the God, Lover Lust, and our crabs were the butteriest on any shore. But the day my mother died, the docks were swarmed with sailors and pirates, and they took more than seafood.
Twenty years did too much to the sorrow and grief. I should have felt something. I should have still mourned her. Yet, I only knew that I should, and I didn’t.
So I pretended.
I went through life pretending I wasn’t a monster, that my brother wasn’t afraid of me, that I hadn’t let my nephew swim alone in the sea on his third birthday, not caring if I never saw him again. I pretended because I had to. Because I should have cared.
But no matter how hard I fought it, it never quite fit. The darkness inside of me was there to stay, long enough that I named it—
Monster.
Monster looked just like me. She had the same ashen hair and eyes greener and sharper than any broken emerald stone. But Monster was hollow and cruel.
The stronger the boredom, the harder Monster fought to come out and play.
Boredom was a guarantee here.
Living on Isle Zwayk didn’t offer much, other than distance from the Gods. I should have been grateful for that. At least, that was what my mother used to tell me.
There is no greater gift than to live outside of our Gods’ light.
Of the few memories I had of my mother, that was the strongest: the one I replayed in my mind every night I found myself dreaming of bigger things in life than chores and work.
I reminded myself of that as I swept the front path to the creaky cabin that was home to the remains of my family.
My gaze should have been locked onto my work, but I found myself watching the shimmer of the horizon
