Thomas Agardawes has a bride that resists him, and a job that he doesn’t like. When a Royal approaches him on only his third day as a master at the Clockworker’s Guild, his life is turned upside down. Demons lurk in the underground and he has been assigned the task of leading the force against evil.
Seraphina has torn her wings from her body to save a lover’s soul, but he spurns her. Revenge blossoms, and she plots to make Hell her own and force humans to pay for what they took from her. Nothing will stop her, and her corruption runs soul deep.
Layel, a Pure Angel, has fallen for a human, and it’s almost cost him his wings. That is not the hardest task to face. He must convince a man to run a secret group to hunt demons as they’ve come out of Hell to hunt the humans. If he succeeds, he will then need to train them all.
Three souls that couldn’t be more different collide in unexpected ways as the Alliance of Silver and Steam is born, and the secrets of demons unleashed on the world.
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Frantically, she grabbed her right wing and jerked it up as high as she could and sliced the sword through the feathers. She screamed in pain, despite not having reached the root feather. They would re-grow if she did not cut it out. She heard shouts, and Muriel dared to touch her. Seraphina swung the blade in a long arc and sliced the female’s arm.
“Izazal! Get her out of here. I will deal with Seraphina,” Layel shouted.
Seraphina hastily grabbed her left wing and repeated the action. Pain as hot as a branding iron shot through her. Tears dripped down her face, and she felt her stomach heave. But she was not done.
“Seraphina, I beg you. Cease. You cannot undo this once it is done.” Layel’s voice was soft, pleading, and his hands were outstretched, reaching for her.
“There is nothing that will stop me.” Her voice was so full of rage, she didn’t recognize it.
Arching her back, she stabbed the point straight down into her back. Her cry was so loud that it rang in her ears. Bile rose in her throat, and she swallowed it down, ignoring the bitter taste and the vile burn as she did. She heard Layel’s roar and felt the gust of wind he created as he fled, leaving her and her blood alone in the street. Closing her eyes and clamping down on the inside of her right cheek, she began to carve out her flesh and the root feather. She could not feel anything except the bite of the metal as pain and nausea compounded her every action. She did not stop, could not stop. If she were to reach Demetrious, she had to fall.
Lexi Ostrow has been in love with the written word since second grade when her librarian started a writing club. Born in sunny southern California she’s spent time in various places across the country and can’t wait to settle down somewhere in the French Quarter when she’s able too.
Lexi has been a writer ever since the second grade in some form or another. Getting her degree in creative writing and her master’s in journalism she couldn’t wait to get a chance to put her fantasies down on paper. From paranormal romance to thriller there isn’t a genre she doesn’t love to spend her time reading or writing.