The junkie had seen a dark angel, an incubus and a light fey and that didn’t phase him enough to start swinging that twice blessed blade. He didn’t react to us. I moved into the center of the room and allowed my senses to open fully. I had gotten accustomed to both Peri and Frank’s over protectiveness. Usurper didn’t want me dead; he wanted me weak. more »

In this day and age of cheap blades of questionable metal alloy where in the world did this junkie get a Twice Blessed?  A silver blade blessed with holy water -- sterilized water infused with silver particles. more »

 Mercy was dead. The Lord of Death had fallen to treachery and deceit. And his companion, The Lady of the Book, lay beside him or rather the soul of the dear sister of my heart, should now reside in the dark fields of emptiness along side the soul… more »

 Everything changes…even Hell. When Mercy sat as the Lord of Death, the reaping and collecting of human souls was like tending to a much beloved garden. The touch of death was a gentle and comforting thing and ones such as I, who were fortunate eno… more »