Title- Winter’s Demon
Series-Vesik Series # 3
By- Eric R. Asher
Some things can never be undone. The horrors I've defeated—or even caused—with my own hands … they are nothing compared to what’s coming. Philip Pinkerton has brought his madness upon my family, my own blood. His army of necromancers is on the move, harbingers of a great darkness. I fear the war has begun ... and damn, I don't get paid enough for this.
And now for an excerpt from "Winter's Demon"!
I finally caught a glimpse of Sam in the snow-obscured scene. She was back-to-back with Cara as they fought off four of the vampiric zombies in a constant, dizzying motion. They were losing ground. Cara winced as one of the zombies reached past her flickering blade and tore into her left wing. It cost the zombie an arm, but the bastard didn’t care. Sam lunged and punched through his head, but it left her back open. One of the others got an arm around her neck and started to bend her backwards. The vampiric zombie was damaged, and its aura was exposed. I’d seen enough.
I raised my arm and my necromancy flared out. It enveloped the zombie on Sam’s back and I flinched as the flash of knowing began.
Ancient, he’d died in the black plague, or at least he should have. So many years past, lost, alone, a rogue vampire for almost three hundred years. So many dead lay in his wake, and he reveled in the destruction. He laughed as he stood on the rubble of a fallen castle. Years passed before a man found him. A man with a sandy complexion, round features, and dark, kind eyes. A demon in everything but body. He tore the vampire’s soul away and replaced it with a demon’s aura, birthing a vampiric zombie. Conscious of his surroundings, but unable to act, he just wanted to die.
I shuddered as the flash faded and my mind became my own again.
I’d been looking into the eyes of Ezekiel. I inhaled and tore the zombie’s head off with a flick of my wrist and a blade of necromancy.
Eric is a former bookseller, guitarist, and comic seller currently living in Saint Louis, Missouri. A lifelong enthusiast of books, music, toys, and games, he discovered a love for the written word after being dragged to the library by his parents at a young age. When he is not writing, you can usually find him reading, gaming, or buried beneath a small avalanche of Transformers.