Lost in Time
by Christie Palmer
A Fallen Novel
Hidden in the shadows of the Infernos, Celeste is surrounded by the protection of Dante and her brothers. She is a Demon/Reaper, a being that should never have been. An elite fighter, Celeste has honed her fighting skills and is a deadly weapon for Dante. Her one weakness? A Fallen Angel she has loved for two centuries.
Marcus, a Fallen Angel, knew the unconditional love of the Gods, and Angels. But he fell to the mortal plane in dishonor. Five hundred years ago he fell for a mortal, but she spurned him. Taking a vow of celibacy, he has dedicated himself to fighting the evils of the world. Believing that he will one day be worthy of his lost mortal’s love as well as redemption from the Angels who turned him away.
One of the First… Calliope has been released onto the mortal plane. His one and only goal is to destroy Dante and the Reapers. Taking his rightful place as the ruler of the Infernos.
The only weapon that can kill Calliope is the Black Sword, a sword so evil only one creature in existence can carry it. Celeste. But she can’t hunt down Calliope on her own. She is forced to partner with the one being she wants more than life itself, Marcus.
Can a Reaper/Demon and a Fallen Angel work together to kill Calliope before he succeeds in taking over the Infernos and releasing hell on earth?
Celeste looked around the rooms on the first floor. Once her father left, she had been left alone. None of the Trackers had even looked at her. She understood why. She was an abomination and they wanted nothing to do with her. But none of that mattered. The only thing that matter was finding the Touched and stopping Calliope. She wasn’t going to lose another brother. She stuffed her pain down deep inside, knowing she would be able to pull from it when she needed to.
As she looked around, she found a beautifully decorated living room. She was amazed at the old world furniture and style she spent several minutes just cataloging all the old world beauty the room had to offer.
She hadn’t expected to be attacked and therefore, she didn’t see or hear the crazed woman who attacked. One moment she was running her fingers over a wonderfully cross-stitched pillow, and the next she was flying through the air. She hit the wall with a force that would have broken another person in half. Celeste allowed her body to crumple to the floor.
Her attacker came at her like a rabid wolf in female clothing and stilettos. As she closed in, Celeste rolled forward cutting the other woman off at the knees.
Her attacker let out an ear-splitting screech as she somersaulted into the air. The crazed woman landed on her feet and crouched down into an attack position just as Celeste swung the Black Sword stopping as it rested against the crazed woman’s carotid artery.
Celeste narrowed her eyes. “I don’t believe we have been introduced.”
“Demon,” the Lycan snarled her eyes feral. She scratched at the antique rug with her long fingernails, rending the coiled fabric down to the wood floor beneath.
“Lycan,” Celeste returned with just as much fury and rage.
“Get your knife off my throat.”
“You attacked me. Bitch,” Celeste said pressing the point of the Sword into the woman until a small drop of blood beaded on the edge. “So you’ll pardon me if I keep my sword exactly where it is.”
“You have no idea what bitch is,” the Lycan snarled. She backed away, rolling from the tip of the blade. Celeste matched her speed, but not her cunning and her Sword was knocked out of her hand, and she was tackled with the force of a raging bull.
Celeste threw her palm into the woman’s beautiful face smashing her perfect nose and sending blood spraying across both of them.
The Lycan screeched again bringing up a knee, she drove it into Celeste’s midsection. All the air was forced from her lungs and Celeste stumbled back a step. The Lycan must have sensed she was vulnerable and advanced. However, Celeste was anything but vulnerable and the Lycan stepped right into a round house to the temple and hit the floor like a ton of rocks.
The doors flew open and Marcus was the first one in followed by the Element and several Trackers she didn’t know.
She stood up refusing to show them any weakness. “Someone should keep that bitch on a leash.”
“If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times,”
About the Author
Who am I?
This is a tough question to answer, it would be cliché to say: “I’m whoever you want me to be.” (Wink, wink)
However, the bare facts are, I’m a mother of 2, a wife of almost 20 years, a daughter, sister, friend, loud obnoxious cubical partner. (Seriously, we aren’t meant to be stuck together, in tiny boxes like this.)
I have a B.S. Degree in Information Technology. And I want nothing more in the world than to be a published author of Urban Fantasy Romance.
I was born and raised in a suburb of Salt Lake City, UT. called West Jordan. Where I live, about 2 miles from the home I grew up in. World traveler I am not.
I currently work a full time day job as a Business Analyst which is a fancy term for I work on a computer all day. (boooo, this technical stuff makes my muse cry). Nuff said. One day I will be a full time writer. Until then, I shall slog along at my day job.
So if I’m not working the day job or writing. You will find me reading, which is my greatest past time. Unless, my family has kidnapped me! Taken me out of my comfort zone! Away from running water, and a flushing toilet, away from electricity and God forbid Wi-Fi. (It makes no sense to want leave the city!! There are things outside of the city that can kill, and eat you. NO thanks.) Camping, they’ve taken me camping….. (sniff sniff).
Or you might find me cycling, which is my new hobby, even though I tend to crash a lot! My husband calls me crash, but I love it. When I cycle I feel free, my brain and all my characters are quiet, and I can think. After 20 miles or so I am able to internalize my next moves not only in life but in writing as well. I am a true believe that everyone needs this type of release. You just have to find what that release is for you.
I obsessively stalk Twitter, Facebook, and lurk in Yahoo groups rarely making comments. I’m working on that part, wish me luck.
I love music and if I am I ever seen without my iPhone I have been kidnapped by aliens and every action should be taken to retrieve the real me.
What if they don’t have running water, flushing toilets, electricity or…say it isn’t possible Wi-Fi in space??
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