olanda Renèe
World damnation is a psychotic man’s goal, but
two obstacles stand in his way, greed and a dedicated detective.
Blurb:
Decades ago, the seeds were
planted …
Today, dark, fathomless eyes
rake the image before him. One final task and the transformation is complete.
Steady fingers screw intricately carved horns on each side of a stiff brow, and
a gargoyle suitable for Notre Dame scowls from the smokey mirror in
satisfaction.
A jagged smile rips through his
smooth, hairless face, and inked, reptilian scales caress his naked body.
A laugh of hideous resonance
emanates from his gut as the demons of hell welcome Lucifer into their fold.
In a dungeon-like chamber, his
Lilith awaits. The kidnapped daughter of a nun, groomed to fit the final piece
in the complex puzzle for world domination.
Will Lucifer marry his bride, on
the summer solstice?
Only two things stand in his
way ...
His greed ...
And ...
Detective Steven Quaid.
Excerpt:
Yolanda
Renée
CHAPTER
I
Snake
River, Idaho
June 5
From a lair of downed tree
limbs and forest debris, a man watches a young woman. He chronicles her every
move. From the moment of her arrival, and through the three hours she works to
record the scenery on her canvas, he barely moves a muscle. He is
content—comfortable. His camouflage is so perfect that deer graze just inches
away.
Tomorrow,
you'll be mine. Your blood will assuredly be purer than the sweetest honey on
earth. His stomach rumbles, and his saliva flows in anticipation
of her taste. His unbridled joy almost costs him his concealment when a
celebratory growl escapes his throat, and the doe takes notice. He stills
himself and waits.
The woman looks directly at
him. Seconds tick by in uneasy expectation. She
sees me. He swallows hard, almost dropping his camera. She smiles. His body
flushes with excitement.
His smile broadens, and then
evaporates. No. He takes a deep
breath, closes his eyes, and relaxes his muscles. The Scriptures have foretold of our first meeting. Patience, my queen,
my love.
His hands drip with sweat; his
heart pounds. He shuts the camera off and carefully lowers it to the ground.
She shows no fear, and he sees every move as flirtation. Using the sleeves of
his shirt, he dries his hands, mops his forehead, and turns the camera back on.
He calms the urge to go to her. He stays silent, motionless, but vigilant.
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******** *
A cool breeze rustled the
leaves, and a haunting melody flowed among the treetops. Sarah, busy and intent
on finishing her work, stepped back when a bee disturbed her concentration. The
bumblebee darted around the flowers she had just painted, looking for nectar in
the colors. She watched with amusement but, too quickly, the small creature flew
off to find the real thing. The distraction caused her to realize how long she
had worked without a break. Sarah put her palette down, stretched her stiff
muscles, and surveyed the scenery. Something in the trees caught her attention,
and a chill trickled down her spine, but concern became a smile when she
spotted the doe and its fawn, grazing contentedly.
Her attention once more on her
work, she stared in disbelief. The scene depicted did not match her
surroundings. Sarah's intent had been to capture the sunlight filtering through
the trees, the waterfall, and the multicolored wildflowers covering the
banks—the serenity of nature on a picturesque morning in the mountains of
Idaho.
Instead, the soft light had
somehow become fog, seeping in from a foreboding and dark landscape. The
multicolored wildflowers were all blood red, the blue sky a dark gray, and, to
her shock, there was someone in the background. Sinister orbs glowed from a
dark shadow hidden in the trees. Apprehension seized Sarah. She scanned the area
around her. Alarmed, she searched the woods for any sign of Steven, or for the
phantom that haunted her painting. Steven had promised to join her with a
picnic lunch. That hour had passed. Worried, she gathered her materials and
hurriedly made her way back to the cabin.
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