Excerpt #1

I hastily threw the saddle on Hero and was up and riding before anyone in the group had a chance to ask me what was wrong. With my pulse thundering in my ears, I pushed the horse, leapt over crevasses and rode hard in a wide circle around the camp, scouring both sides of the stream and looking fiercely for anything that might indicate where my three friends had gone. But after a thorough, fruitless scout of the countryside, I began to slow my pace, the gravity of what may have transpired sinking in like a corrosive poison.

“Tiamat!” I screamed, my voice laced with venom. “What have you done with them? Where are they?” I turned the horse and scanned the gray skies but could see nothing. “Show yourself, you son-of-a-bitch!”

And he did.

Tiamat appeared as a speck on the western horizon. White wings spread out behind him, he grew larger by the second as he neared our location. And all around him, pacing his approach and stretching wide across the sky, rolled towering black clouds, thick and heavy with impending rain.

With my heart hammering in my chest, I kicked Hero into motion and raced back to the camp, watching Death approach on silent wings. He was incredibly fast—we reached the camp at almost the same moment—Tiamat, a vulture circling overhead while I thundered in on my horse. 

There was a loud clang as the stew pot fell and splattered into the dirt. The group’s hunger was replaced by awe as they took in this supposed heavenly sign. They stood frozen, gawking at Tiamat in wonder and ignorance. Obviously unaware of the danger they faced, they looked expectantly at him, believing, perhaps, that mercy would come from above. 

It did not. Like a warning, rain began to fall in a steady drizzle. It gathered and beaded on our upturned faces, and dripped from Tiamat’s wings and body as he circled overhead.

I watched him closely, my limbs shaking from anger and adrenalin. Keeping my eyes glued to his still passive movements, I slid from Hero’s saddle and scooped up the crossbow—Tiamat’s crossbow, actually. But while I loaded a bolt and cocked it, Tiamat matched my ante and calmly pulled out a knife. I was confused by this move at first. He could kill us in any number of ways; quickly and effortlessly. Why use a blade? 

I moved to the center of the throng, trying to protect the others by maintaining a simple proximity to them. “Keep close to me,” I told them. “He’s come here to kill us.” A few of the group moved in toward me, but most looked at me like I was insane. Nellie and the tattered-looking business woman, whose name I had learned was Jennifer, actually stepped a few paces away, as if to show this celestial being they did not share my sentiment.

“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. What was I to do? Did they think he was going to bless them with his knife? “If you want to slaughter them, you’ll have to kill me too!” I shouted at him. My hands shaking, I aimed the crossbow up into the drizzle.

Tiamat didn’t respond and made no move toward us, but instead brought the edge of the knife to his bared wrist. He held it there for a moment, appearing to exert pressure with the blade, and I lowered the crossbow in shock. “Tiamat, don’t…” I gasped.

With a swift, violent movement, he slashed his left wrist deeply and the blood pumped out like a river, running down his arm as he held his gashed limb above his head. Wasting no time, Tiamat flew straight up into the drizzling sky, gaining height at an incredible speed. Then he ceased flying and immediately began tumbling downward, plummeting as he deliberately smeared the blood from his wrist across the feathers of his right wing. At the last moment, he pulled out of the free fall and swooped above our heads, scattering bloody water droplets onto our upturned faces.

“Oh … oh shit!” I cried, realizing what he was doing. There was something with his blood … what was it about his blood? I raised the crossbow again, watching as he tightly bound his wounded left wrist while he circled us, flinging blood from his wings with every beat. I had to shoot him … I had to…

My hands were slippery on the crossbow and my eyes blurred with tears. With quick, angry swipes, I dragged my arm across my eyes to clear them, and tried to aim again. I had him in my sights; he was about to slice into his right wrist—all I had to do was pull the trigger. I could feel the tears running freely now as a sob escaped my throat. The crossbow shook, but I fought to hold it steady, and focused my aim on his chest, the only way I could be sure…

Excerpt #2

I lay awake for what seemed like hours after the men disappeared—my crossbow at my side and my blade returned to my belt—and finally fell into a restless, disorienting sleep a fathomless time later. The past few days had been grinding me down, and a heavy weariness inevitably dragged me into the consuming depths of slumber.

And like every other night, when I slipped into oblivion, my subconscious cruelly returned me to Tiamat’s arms. We were sitting in the sun near the precipice of Lookout Peak; Tiamat rested with his back against a large boulder, and I sat reclining against his chest, feeling the warmth of his arms enclose me. Everything was as it should have been; spread out below us was the familiar green swath of healthy, sturdy trees, bejeweled intermittently by sparkling, sapphire-blue lakes. They were, I thought, almost the exact color of Tiamat’s eyes.

I felt him gently kiss the top of my head and relished the sensation of his energy tickling its way down my spine. “I need to tell you something, Kali,” he murmured into my hair.

“Mmm,” I answered, closing my eyes and leaning my head back against him.

“You need to abandon this plan of yours.” He lightly stroked my hair, and his voice sounded thoughtful. “You know full well that if I catch you, it will force my hand. You already hate me enough as it is.”

“I don’t hate you,” I answered without hesitation, feeling my traitorous emotions overwhelm me. “I love you.”

He froze as though in shock. Then he rested his forehead against my hair, and I heard him swallow before moving again. “And loving me is even worse.” Tiamat slowly ran his hands down my sides and let them linger at the small of my back. “That is why it is far too easy to make you miserable,” he whispered into my ear. “You need to wake up and realize this.” And as he spoke those last words, Tiamat gave me a hard shove, sending me tumbling off the edge of the cliff.