The Angel Killer Synopsis:
Now that she’s found him again, all Mia Crawford wants is some downtime with her fallen angel boyfriend, Michael. But the call of duty keeps him away—from school and from her—with more demons to smite than ever.
When Michael is mortally wounded by a cursed sword, Mia must perform an ancient blood ritual to save him. But the spell exacts a price. Haunted by visions of war, torture, and despair, Mia discovers the world is in more danger than she ever imagined. Behind the scenes, an evil adversary pulls all the strings.
After redemption, there’s Hell to pay.
When Michael is mortally wounded by a cursed sword, Mia must perform an ancient blood ritual to save him. But the spell exacts a price. Haunted by visions of war, torture, and despair, Mia discovers the world is in more danger than she ever imagined. Behind the scenes, an evil adversary pulls all the strings.
After redemption, there’s Hell to pay.
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Lisa Voisin Bio:
A Canadian-born author, Lisa Voisin spent her childhood daydreaming and making up stories, but it was her love of reading and writing in her teens that drew her to Young Adult fiction.
Lisa also leads a writing group for teens in North Vancouver, works as a technical writer, and teaches meditation. Her debut YA novel, The Watcher, won the Chanticleer award for best paranormal fiction.
A self-proclaimed coffee lover, she can usually be found writing in a local café. When she's not writing, you'll find her hiking in the mountains to counteract the side effects of drinking too much caffeine!
Though she’s lived in several cities across Canada, she currently lives in Vancouver, B.C. with her fiancé and their two cats.
The safe in the corner of the room had to be at
least four feet tall and a hundred years old. The old scrollwork on its once
shiny black surface had scratched and faded with age. In the center of the
door, a large, brass combination lock glinted in the dull light.
“So what’s the plan?” Michael brushed his
fingertips along the rusted hinges. “Want to guess the combination? Or were you
planning to teleport out with it? It must weigh a few tons.”
Turiel opened his leather satchel and pulled out a
drill. “These old safes aren’t hard to crack.”
“So, you’re a safecracker now?” Michael said with
a smirk. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”
“If I recall correctly, there’s a specific angle
we need to drill for this particular model.” Turiel crouched in front of the safe.
Pressing his ear to the cast iron door, he tapped it with his fingertips.
“Should be about…” He stopped an inch away from the lock. “Here.”
The drill whirred as he switched it on, and its
bit pierced the metal in a matter of seconds. Once he’d made three holes around
the lock, he rotated the knob, and the door opened.
“Not bad,” said Michael.
I kneeled beside him. “It should be on the top
shelf.”
Turiel reached inside and pulled out the wrapped
object. He removed the cloth cover to reveal a blackened steel sword with a
Japanese-style blade. Its hilt had been carved with symbols, some kind of
ancient lettering, and a fiery red light danced across the surface of the
blade. Its presence sent a chill across my skin.
His features tightened as the object’s glimmering
light cast red speckles in his violet eyes. He hardly blinked. “It’s quite
beautiful,” he said with a gasp. “You’d never know it was so deadly from
looking at it.”
Michael helped me to my feet. “It’s going to be
all right now.” His voice was rough. His eyes glazed over as though a shadow
had taken his focus, and he didn’t care that we weren’t alone. With a soft,
lazy, smile, he brushed his fingertips along the side of my cheek, sending a
tingle of heat into the base of my stomach that eradicated any chill. When he
brought his lips to mine, his kiss was both gentle and deep, and my heart
tugged into my throat from the intensity of it. He slid his hands to my hips
and lifted me on top of the safe. Deep down, I knew this wasn’t the place to be
making out, especially not in front of Turiel, but I couldn’t find the words to
protest. It had been so long since Michael had kissed me this way. I leaned
into him and pressed against his warmth with a breathless urgency.
Behind him, Turiel was speaking, something about
getting out of there, but in my mind’s eye, his words melted into the red,
orange, and purple energies swirling around us. They shimmered and bended
together like fire.
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