Title: Maris
Author: Isaiyan Morrison
Series: The Brotherhood Files (This book can be read on its own however, it is part of The
Deamhan Chronicles.)
Genre: Paranormal
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Mar 10 2015
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
She gave me her blood, and my life changed forever.
Anastasia. My sire.
The only influential figure in my already-fragile life. She did this to me. She
caused all the pain and suffering. There was a time I believed I owed her
everything. After all, she gave me immortality and the never-ending thirst for
the energy contained in the blood of my victims.
But now vampires hunt me and the humans want to use me as
their personal weapon. They believe I’m some kind of apotropaic figurine that
can damn all Deamhan and force us back into hell where we belong. Me? I just
want to live. I just want to be Maris. That way, the only one I can damn is
myself.
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Author Information
Isaiyan
Morrison was born and raised in Minnesota. She moved to San Diego, California
while in the Navy. After serving four years of active duty, she moved to Los
Angeles. After a few years, she moved back to Minnesota where she started to
pursue her dream to be an author. Maris is the first novel in The Brotherhood
Files and the fourth book which takes place in the Deamhan Universe. She now
resides in Texas with her two cats, three pit bull dogs, and four guinea pigs.
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Other Works by Isaiyan Morrison
Deamhan Chronicles
Deamhan
(#1)
Dark
Curse (#2)
Deamhan Tales
Kei. Family Matters
(#1)
The Brotherhood
Files
Maris
(#1)
They
rushed toward one another and their movements blurred in the dim light, like
two butterflies swarming around each other. This male, who stood a little
taller than Anastasia, made use of the wall by running on it and launching his
body at her. She ducked as he flew right by her. Anastasia stood up and struck
him with her foot in his lower back. He tumbled forward and turned around. He
pulled out a long wooden stake from the pocket of his frock coat, gripped it
tightly, and turned to me. That's when I instantly knew that he had come for
me.
Part of
me wanted to join in the altercation but I didn't dare go against her order. I
also didn't know if I was strong enough to fight him. Again Anastasia placed
herself in his way and he jumped with the stake in his right hand. He took a stab at her but she quickly moved
to the right. He stabbed again and she moved this time to the left. In his
final attempt he aimed for her midsection and she caught him by his wrist. She
took her other hand and pushed at his shoulder. I heard a loud crack and he
dropped his stake, gripped his shoulder, and staggered back.
Anastasia
kicked the stake off to the side and it glided across the stone floor, stopping
in front of me. I knelt down to pick it up when my senses heightened and I
looked to my right. He came toward me and I tensed up, not knowing what to do.
But she pushed him and he flew back, hitting the wall. Anastasia snatched the
stake from me and in a blink of an eye she now stood over him. I saw her raise
the stake and she struck.
His
body lurched forward and he tried to yank the stake from his body. The skin on
his right cheek turned dark and it began to spread, moving over his face and
down his neck. He opened his mouth and I saw fangs, longer than my own. His
eyeballs sunk into the back of his skull and his body melted right before our
eyes. The atrocious smell made me cover my nose. Anastasia stood up and
straightened her clothing.
I
approached her cautiously, still staring at our attacker's remains. “He is a
Deamhan, like us?”
“No.
When Deamhan die we don't die like that.” She used her right foot and began to
poke at the remains. “This one was a vampire.”
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