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Bio:
When she
isn't visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn
fills her time with artistic endeavors:
sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for
friends. She can't handle coffee unless there's enough cream and sugar to make
it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She
moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and
can spend hours on end sketching characters and scenes in her secret notebooks.
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Blurb:
Blurb:
Fleshlings and darklings… Rune-weavers and
demons… When you walk in the land of the Reaper, who will survive?
Serenity Walker has cast runes for as long as
she can remember. Her teachers call her a prodigy, and her secret studies hold
the key to unlimited potential. Once an orphan left on an old woman’s doorstep,
Serenity finally belongs. But when her mentor is murdered right in front of
her, her hopes of a home die with him.
Her quest for vengeance leads her into a
dangerous deal with a demon. Armed with its dark power and her own talent with
the runes, she blazes a trail across the lands where ranchers and railroad men
are kings, where the prevailing law is the law of the gun. To find the man who
reshaped her past, Serenity offers up her future. She’ll face a world where
weavers are hunted down to be hanged, whipped, or burned alive...but she won’t
face it alone.
As Serenity’s mission takes her farther than
most weavers are willing to go, she’ll have to decide who her true enemy is:
the wicked men of the world, or the powerful demon inside her.
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Excerpt:
The monk stood in wait
for her, halfway up the aisle. He'd appeared out of nowhere again, quick and
quiet as a scavenging rat, and glared at her with eyes full of mean shock and
disgust.
“Witch,” he
spat. “I knew it as soon as I saw you. Devil! Bride of—”
Serenity
threw the sigh of fehu at him, the sign of the cattle’s horns, and it
caught him high in the chest to send him stumbling backward. The power issued
forth a bit weaker than usual. Her demon felt suffocated in the holy place,
sapped by the wards against their kind and hollowed out by the ravaging spells
she’d twisted back in the tavern. But it cast the insufferable priest to the
stone, striking him down with a callous resentment, and she stalked across the
aisle at him.
“How dare you
come into this place of worship!” he sputtered, crawling backward on his behind
as she came closer. “How dare you—”
“How dare I?”
she snarled.
“Murderer!”
“All I wanted
was a place to rest for the night,” she muttered. “A room and a bed, and to be
left alone. I didn’t come here to harm anyone. But somehow I get you,
chastising me in the street, thinking to tell me what I can and can’t wear even
while you sit there ogling, and I get your servants breaking into my room and
burning years and years’ worth of study, and then I get a mob of your people
screaming for my blood, planning on hanging me in the middle of the night. And
you, padre, you have the gall to call me a murderer?”
“The Lord
will repay you in kind!” the priest shrieked. “When you come here, doing the
devil’s work! Wearing his symbol upon your breast! Whore! Devil’s whore!”
She leaned
down and grabbed him by the front of his robes, pulling him up to meet her
eyes.
“You’re
right,” she hissed. “I do the devil’s work. I wear his mark. I traffic with
demons and I command their power. So it might have been wise of you and your
people not to piss me off.”
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