Their mission is to search out and bring down those who trade in terrorism, fear, and human suffering by whatever means necessary. To do this, they must be willing to give up their freedom, and even their lives. They are a mercenary unit with a mission, and a motivation that has nothing to do with what they get paid, and everything to do with the innocent lives they save. Meet the men and women of…
Trevor Watkins is the miracle of the hour; the survivor of an unassisted coma. But he awakes in a strange place, with no memory but one – the smiling face of a woman with jade-green eyes he has a dreadful feeling he’s supposed to hate. Trapped in a living nightmare from which he believes there is no escape, he finds himself face-to-face with a betrayal he can’t help but forgive, and a secret he can’t hide from. Now, the jade-eyed beauty from his past can set him free, if he’s willing to let her step into a world that could take her away from him forever.
“The Seer’s Curse” -Excerpt from SHADOW WALKER (Project Prometheus, Book 3) —
Smoke curled up from the city below, and the distant sounds of death and battle filled Ausar’s ears. His nostrils flared with the scent of burnt flesh and fresh blood, and rage coiled in his gut to know that Onuris’ minions were the genesis of this slaughter. As the Crophines‘ Seer, his was the responsibility to guide Ali-Antos towards a bright future. Why had he not foreseen this? Why did he receive no warning, no way by which to prepare the people of Ali-Antos for battle? It was as if the Great Gods mocked him, reminding him that, while he was immortal within the confines of Aermornosa, he was still fallibly human. Now, the people he was sworn to guide and protect were helpless lambs at the altar of Onuris’ lust for blood and power.
A low, lupine growl rumbled through his chest, and his pupils drank in the light as the wildness within gripped him. If not for his position, he would be down there, in the thick of battle. The Gods gifted him with an ability that could turn the tide of the struggle in the city below. But the weight of the Medicine pouch slung across his chest reminded him that he was bound by other covenants. He must defend his charge, regardless of the cost. Which meant he must leave this place. When the Sodalitas Arachaena arrived at Aermornosa’s gates, they must find nothing of use.
“We must go.”
He turned toward the voice, to meet the dark gaze of the Musir to his left. Sargon. The Warrior among them. Quickly, his gaze flashed over the rest. Lugh, Mykalos, Csilla. These were the only family he knew, and he would defend them with his life’s blood.
“It is time, Shadow Walker,” Sargon nodded toward the hidden tunnel that led to the docks only the Elder Musir knew existed. There, boats would carry them to the far reaches of the Earth, to hide their charges. They would never see each other again. And the darkness that filled Ausar had only one bright spot of light. He had seen the future, in his mirror. One day, the Gods would bring the five sacred artifacts back to Aermornosa, and return the balance. Peace settled over him. That knowledge was comfort enough.
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