Urban Fantasy / Paranormal
Date Published: April 1, 2018
Publisher: War Fighter Books
Everyone knows Elves don’t exist. Or do they? Daniel Thomas spent years making a career of turning his imagination into the reality of best selling fantasy novels. But times are tough. No one wants to read about elves and dragons anymore. Daniel learns this firsthand when his agent flatly says no to his latest and, what he deems, to be greatest novel yet. Dissatisfied with the turn to zombies and vampire lovers, he takes his manuscript and heads out to confront his agent.
His world changes when he finds his agent dying on the floor of her office. Too late to help, he watches as her dead body disintegrates into a pile of ash and dust. Daniel doesn’t have time to ponder what just happened as a band of assassins breaks in, forcing him to flee to the Citadel and the home of the king of the high elves in order to survive. Daniel soon discovers that all of the creatures he once thought he imagined actually exist and are living among us. His revelation comes at a price however, as he is drawn into a murder-mystery that will push him to the edge of sanity and show him things no human has witnessed in centuries
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“Daniel…. you must leave!” she finally managed
to gasp after he placed her on her back and elevated her head above a stack of
books.
The truth being too dark, he decided to lie.
“Shhh, save your strength, Ariel. It’s going to be all right.”
Her right hand weakly grasped for him. “Listen
to me…not much time….is coming back. You must flee!”
His eyes narrowed with concern. She must be
delirious. “Ariel, stop. Whoever did this is gone. You’re going to be fine, but
I need to call 911.”
“No time,” she protested. Her eyes glazed over
before returning to normal. “Go to the bottom drawer of my filing cabinet.
There is a small black case. Take it. Keep it safe. You will be contacted with
instructions on what to do. Please, Daniel. Do this for me.”
“Who did this to you? What’s going on here?” he
asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“The princess must be kept safe!”
He froze. Princess? What the hell was she
talking about? There was no royalty in central North Carolina, at least none he
was familiar with. She must have read too many fantasy novels and was now
imagining things. He glanced down. The blood had stopped spreading, mostly.
“Ariel, what princess? Stop talking! You’re
wasting your strength and I need you to be strong for me,” he tried to console.
She offered a haunting smile. “I’m so sorry,
Daniel. Your books…wonderful. And…true.”
“There is movement down the hill to the right,”
Guilt interrupted.
“Where?” Daniel slipped the night vision over
his eyes and followed where Guilt pointed. Nine figures, taller and bulkier
than elves or dwarves, stalked through the planted bamboo grove running from
the central plaza up to the aviary. Humans! He let the thought slide, finding
it entirely too comfortable in making such a proclamation. Still, the question
of what they were doing and who they were remained. “I didn’t think there were
any humans involved.”
“Xander has a few remaining. The ogres took
care of most of them. There should not be any others here,” the gargoyle
snarled. Unlike the other races, he could see perfectly at night, so he noticed
their armor, their guns, and their distinct manner marking them as government
agents. The temptation to fly away and not look back grew stronger. Dealing
with the king and queen was one matter, one he had no qualms with facing, but
the government took matters to new levels. Too many of his kind withered and
died under federal interdiction while being blinded by false claims of
protection. He had no trust in the men darting through the trees but didn’t
want to risk a confrontation with them either.
“It is DESA,” he said, backing deeper into the
shadows.
Sara asked, “What’s DESA?”
“A clandestine government department answerable
to no one,” the gargoyle divulged. “The Department of Extra Species Affairs.
They hunt us, contain us, and regulate everything our species does. They are
very bad people.”
Daniel had never heard of them, but that didn’t
really surprise him. In Afghanistan, he’d worked with more people that
officially didn’t exist than he could have imagined. There were government
departments by the dozens he’d never heard of before the war, and that
frightened him. People that don’t exist can get away with anything. No wonder these guys hate humans so much.
We’re still hunting them, still trying to be the overlords.
“Do we engage, or will they ignore us?” he
asked, suddenly more concerned with their chances of getting to the princess.
Once again the tables had turned, leaving him with the wrong cards.
“It is bad enough they are here; do not risk
open confrontation with them unnecessarily. It is a fight we cannot win.”
About the Author
Christian W. Freed was born in Buffalo, N.Y. more years ago than he would like to remember. After spending more than 20 years in the active duty US Army he has turned his talents to writing. Since retiring, he has gone on to publish 17 military fantasy and science fiction novels, as well as his memoirs from his time in Iraq and Afghanistan. His first published book (Hammers in the Wind) has been the #1 free book on Kindle 4 times and he holds a fancy certificate from the L Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future Contest.
Passionate about history, he combines his knowledge of the past with modern military tactics to create an engaging, quasi-realistic world for the readers. He graduated from Campbell University with a degree in history and is pursuing a Masters of Arts degree in Military History from Norwich University. He currently lives outside of Raleigh, N.C. and devotes his time to writing, his family, and their two Bernese Mountain Dogs. If you drive by you might just find him on the porch with a cigar in one hand and a pen in the other. You can find out more about his work by following him @ https://www.facebook.com/ChristianFreed or on Twitter @christianwfreed.
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