 | Hola my fiendish Followers! Here's a tempting morsel from my series, Warriors of the Elector. In the 3rd Novel, Starburst we finally see what happens to super bad guy, Crick Sur Banden. Now I had an awful lot of fun making him really really bad. In fact, Starburst really brings him into sharp relief as you learn what exactly pushing him into madness. I hope you enjoy my Fiendish Friday excerpt! Blurb: Meredith Gentry is a woman with a mission. To decode everything found on the Alpha Star Colony. Maybe, if she’s lucky, she might finally get closer to the one man who makes her burn. Chowd Sturat Sur Banden is different. He’s always known that and that the differences have kept him apart from everyone else. Until now. |
At the end game, will these differences keep Meredith and Chowd apart for good? Will his own unwanted heritage tear them asunder forever? And will the crew of the Elector finally prevail over Crick Sur Banden?
The Warriors of the Elector’s cataclysmic conclusion has arrived.
Excerpt:
He ached. Every inch of his body burned with fever, and he hated the way they stood around his bed, looking at him. Hot anger roared through his veins. He sweated and stank but couldn't care. He needed the relief of his Xeradax, and all would once more work. Crick Sur Banden’s vision swam slightly, and he shut his eyes against the vertigo. He reeled back, letting his head roll slightly as he caught an unsteady breath, trying to focus on those around him once more.
"Give me my drugs." Even to himself, the words sounded slurred and loud. His head felt heavy, as if his neck couldn't support the weight.
"My lord. We don't have any Xeradax here. We are trying--" The small medi-tech hovered close. Too close.
The voice stopped as Crick’s hand extended swiftly to grasp the doctor’s throat. The soft flesh beneath his fingers gave slightly beneath the pressure, the face purpling as he tried to squirm out of the deathly hold. Crick Sur Banden felt a small punch of pleasure at the feeling and kept the pressure on. A gargling sound filled the air, and he looked at this fool who tried to take away his simple pleasure. They will learn. They will all learn.
PLEASE NOTE: This title is currently out of print.
The Warriors of the Elector’s cataclysmic conclusion has arrived.
Excerpt:
He ached. Every inch of his body burned with fever, and he hated the way they stood around his bed, looking at him. Hot anger roared through his veins. He sweated and stank but couldn't care. He needed the relief of his Xeradax, and all would once more work. Crick Sur Banden’s vision swam slightly, and he shut his eyes against the vertigo. He reeled back, letting his head roll slightly as he caught an unsteady breath, trying to focus on those around him once more.
"Give me my drugs." Even to himself, the words sounded slurred and loud. His head felt heavy, as if his neck couldn't support the weight.
"My lord. We don't have any Xeradax here. We are trying--" The small medi-tech hovered close. Too close.
The voice stopped as Crick’s hand extended swiftly to grasp the doctor’s throat. The soft flesh beneath his fingers gave slightly beneath the pressure, the face purpling as he tried to squirm out of the deathly hold. Crick Sur Banden felt a small punch of pleasure at the feeling and kept the pressure on. A gargling sound filled the air, and he looked at this fool who tried to take away his simple pleasure. They will learn. They will all learn.
PLEASE NOTE: This title is currently out of print.
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