Publication Date: September 21st 2021
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
As Queen of Antrum, I rule an underground realm of demon hunters who love finding new caves. Hey, its boring down here; Im glad they all have a hobby. Per usual, I try to act interested about their latest discovery, but all I hear is blah blah blah new cavern blah blah blah Forbidden Tombs blah blah blah massive bronze pyramids blah blah blah creepy ticking sounds. Its a little odd, but Im not worried.
Suddenly, the Forbidden Tombs burst through the ground in my home realm of Purgatory. Bronze pyramids smash through abandoned buildings and highways, making rush hour a nightmare. Even worse, the metal structures attract tiny lightning bolts called igni, which are my very special supernatural buddies. Within minutes, every last igni gets stolen away.
Now. Im. Pissed.
Whoever hides inside those pyramids? Time to dust off your mummies and shine up your sarcophagi. Because my husband, Lincoln, and I are breaking in and kicking ass.
In which Myla Lewis kicks ass and takes names. Nuff said.
5. The Dark Lands
6. The Brutal Time
8. Quasi Redux
9. Clockwork Igni
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I’m never a deep sleeper, so when Myla gasps, I awaken instantly. Sitting up, I find my wife pale and breathless beside me. I brush my fingertips along her jawline. “Are you all right?”
Myla takes in a slow breath. “Give me a sec.”
“Take as long as you need.”
Myla scans me slowly. For a moment, I see myself through her eyes. I’m tall and broad shouldered. Short brown hair. Mismatched eyes, one blue and brown, like all thrax. Lots of battle scars, both inside and out. Right now, I’m also bare to the waist, since Myla and I sleep naked.
Myla exhales. “Hoo.” That’s her recovery noise. If experience is any guide, it’s time to ask some questions.
“I had a nightmare.”
“Was it your igni?”
Many people focus on the glamorous side of being the Great Scala. But moving souls is no picnic. Igni appear at odd times, screech nonsense, and in general require more care and feeding than a newborn.
“Normally, that’s a pretty safe bet,” says Myla. “But this time, it was something else. A ghoul…” A faraway look takes over Myla’s eyes. “It was someone I knew growing up…”
“No.” Myla frowns. “I’ve got it.” She snaps her fingers. “I dreamed about Chroniker. He’s the ghoul who got me tossed into arena fights at eleven.”
My heart cracks. My poor Myla. I lean over and kiss my wife’s forehead, gently. “I’m so sorry.”
“Chroniker also went after my cat.” Myla squeezes her eyes shut tightly. “I keep trying to pull in all of the memory, but everything stays so foggy.”
“You met Chroniker right before your first arena fight. It’s only logical that you might have trouble with recollections. That’s a big change.”
“I’m sure that’s part of it.”
“But you think there’s more.”
“I do. I can’t shake this feeling that there’s magic at work here.”
“Chroniker.” I turn the name over in my mind. “I wonder…”
Christina Bauer thinks that fantasy books are like bacon: they just make life better. All of which is why she writes romance novels that feature demons, dragons, wizards, witches, elves, elementals, and a bunch of random stuff that she brainstorms while riding the Boston T. Oh, and she includes lots of humor and kick-ass chicks, too.
Christina graduated from Syracuse Universitys Newhouse School with BAs in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.
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