The search for the most dangerous book in the world begins!
Father Thomas Morelli thought he knew the story behind Lucifer’s fall from Heaven. However, upon making the acquaintance of renowned book authenticator Lorenza Pellegrini and being invited to stay in the opulent Venice villa belonging to Pellegrini’s “Master,” Thomas discovers he has only heard part of the story.
In Boston, psychoanalyst, best-selling author, and outspoken atheist David Wright has been tasked to handle the funeral arrangements of his dear friend Albert Kennedy. What could have driven this controversial exorcist to take his own life? The answer, it seems, is contained in a tome that isn’t supposed to exist.
Joining forces Lorenza, David, and Thomas must race against time to prevent an ancient battle from reigniting
“Those who enjoyed The DaVinci Code… will find the thriller component is strong, and … replete in both nonstop action and solid ethical, spiritual, and moral examination.” — D. Donovan, Midwest Book Review
Wayne Haley is a retired University Administrator who has been writing for pleasure for thirty-five years. He spends most of his free time with his amazing wife, Kathleen, walking the beaches and writing near his home in Hawaii.
Sean Haley has spent the past twenty-five years working for two prominent Southern California investment firms. Now living outside of Los Angeles, Sean spends much of his free time with his wonderful wife, Kristy, and their blended family of five children – usually shuttling them to various activities and sporting events.
Wayne and Sean are currently working on their next collaborative work.
Evil threatens the world, but a secret organization stands united to stop it.
Trinity Smith, a sentinel agent for H.A.L.O, protects the world from energy vampires.
She may have met her match in her next target, Frank Tennorman, a self-described reverend with a high body count. Distracted by juggling her work and personal life, Trinity must take Frank down before she becomes caught in his crosshairs.
The only thing certain in Trinity’s future is there will be blood.
I looked down at my Batman vintage watch that was always 3 minutes behind and noticed that the middle man was late- again. His name was Phipps. No one knew where he came from or why he chose to watch over people or deliver these “S.O.S messages” to people like me. Despite what I had said to Damon, I knew I couldn’t quit. Well, quit that easily. Maybe start slowly- I requested that my next assignment be kept quiet and make everyone think that I had quit. Would that even work? No, maybe not. All I wanted to do was find my journal and write it out but I hadn’t been able to find the darn thing for a few days. I tried to forget about it and turned my attention to the agent I was going to see. He could keep my quitting a secret, right?
And who was the most quiet in all of our underground society? Phipps. No last name that I know of. They said he was a seer. They said that his superpower was to see issues a head of time and to bring the news to the chosen. I always hated being called that, almost as if we are permanently marked away from society. Good bye normal life. I flicked my cigarette as if to spite that cosmos that cursed me with this bloodied affliction.
“Curses… why do you always refer to everything as curses?” Phipps appeared behind me and startled my calm and cool façade. He crossed his long tan arms theatrically as the wind bustled through his silver hair. “It must be the Hungarian blood in you.” I glanced back at him gathering the last reminisces of my calm and cool and gazed into the clear blue of his eyes.
“Of course a German would say that,” I scoffed while I turned fully to face him. “And for God sakes.” I shouted. “Would you make some noise? Or at the very least put a fucking bell around your neck.” He sported a smirk that proved to him that yes- he had indeed gotten under my skin. A thing I knew he had to relish. “So, what’s the story, morning glory?”
“His name is Frank Tennorman. He is 41 years old and he is a sucker.” Phipps started to pace around me; another theatrical trait he indulged himself in. “He moves in younger circles, and singles out the most impressionable. Then he enchants them into believing in him and his “healing” ability. After which he starts to feed off of their energy until they are of no more use to him. Then he discards them when there is nothing left to take. He prefers to feed on the addicted, the mentally unstable and children. Think of it, as his own personal all you can eat buffet.”
“Is he aware that he is doing it?”
“That is questionable, but given his age and the number of offenses it is highly likely.”
“Number of offenses? So, this is defiantly not his first time.”
“Yes,” he said with a thoughtful pause. “He has… a history.”
“So, why didn’t you send one of us before?” His smirk dropped and the icy seriousness of the situation draped his eyes making his face look like the mask of death. Something told me that here was something different about this assignment. Something dangerous- why else send the one with the savior complex?
“We did, and they couldn’t handle it.” I looked up into his face with questioning gaze.
“If they couldn’t handle it why not sic a Reaper on him and end the problem altogether?”
I saw him shift uncomfortably.
“It’s not that simple,” his eyebrows gathered together. “We can’t just sic a Reaper on him. If we do that the Reaper turns into a Sucker and then we have a Reaper-Sucker on our hands.” I hated it when he made sense. He sensed my caving, “And would you want an assassin who can suck life out of people on the loose?”
“No, I guess not.” I chewed on the thoughts that were spinning through my head.Why would you not dispose of someone so dangerous? Why not find some ‘natural’ accident for them to get into? Reapers are the psychic assassins of H.A.L.O. I have only seen them have to kill 7 times and in their rose-scented attack, they were their scariest. I could never figure out why the smell of roses accompanied a Reaper’s attack but it did. Lord knows Reapers aren’t very dependable but the Impressers are. They could make him get into a habit that could kill him. “Okay, why couldn’t you get an Impresser to take care of him?”
“Your assignment isn’t changing.” He said with a forceful glare. “Your assignment remains the same: infiltrate, watch and end the Sucker’s damage.” He said with a gilded eye roll.
“End it? End it so he can try to torture people in a physical sense? C’mon Phipps.” He shook his head and I could tell he didn’t feel like talking about this anymore.
“Do you still take pictures and write?” He said attempting not to answer.
“Okay, now I’m scared… what are you intending on doing with me?” His eyes sparkled with a good humored delight.
About the Author:
E.C Hinrichs born in Canada and moved to the United States. She spent most of her college career writing and studying literature. After her college, she spent her time working in different careers before settling into human services. She has spent the last seven years working with children, the elderly, and persons with disabilities.
E.C Hinrichs spends her free time reading Tudor history, paranormal nonfiction and fiction.
Lilith’s daring gamble worked. Hell is broken. But in the aftermath, Lilith must face a disconcerting truth. She may never return to the life she left behind. While the pain of that parting never truly healed, she knows that the end of her dark road is near at hand. It is a road paved in sacrifice and loss. In memory and love. And she knows now where it leads.
But the end isn’t the only fate that Lilith must confront. A peculiar stranger beckons, bringing knowledge of a family secret that will unravel the mysteries of Lilith’s past. And what she discovers will shake her fragile world yet again.
Lucifer, enraged at the loss of the realm he twisted, is more dangerous than ever. He now prepares one last bitter scheme that will herald his most brutal act of all. For Lilith, one thing remains… the last, terrible storm is here. And though Madeline and the Angels are by her side, Lilith must stand alone before the Devil or all she loves will fall at last.
“I’m on the same road I was a year ago, just a little nearer to the end now.”
“Lucifer?” He shuddered as the name drifted in a whisper beyond his lips.
He shut his eyes and said nothing at first, and when it seemed like he might deign to speak, he turned and wrapped her in his strong, thick arms. Nothing else was said as they embraced, he was simply content to let his arms envelop her protectively.
If she let herself go, she might have cried. She had certainly shed her fair share of tears in the last few days, but she managed to keep them back even as he held her tight. There was a flurry of thoughts that scattered out of the shadows, but it was difficult to grasp any long enough to recognize what it was. At times, she could have sworn she saw the apparition of Tatiana’s face, her round cheeks framed by curly wisps of blonde hair. But the emotion that caught fire in her heart wasn’t the sadness of what was lost. It was love. A love unspoken, yes, but it was the one emotion she knew that mattered more than all the rest. More present even than the fear she often felt as her familiar road grew dark. In his warm embrace she held to the memory of her dearest friend, the one she loved, despite the absence of the courage needed to express how much.
“Whatever happens, you stay safe out there.”
Lilith pulled back enough to meet his gaze. “I will.”
“You end him. For all of us. But I don’t want to see you beyond that damn Veil, not just yet. Do you hear me?”
The Woman in Darkness
A Season of Angels Book 2
The War for Souls has just begun, but time is already running out…
In the wake of one tragic, fateful night, Genevieve leaves behind every aspect of her simple life, including her name. Now she’s known as Lilith, and with the memories of her erased from those she loved, it’s as if she never existed. As she seeks her new purpose, dreams of a sad, broken woman with raven hair— a woman in a place more terrible than nightmares— continue to haunt her.
Madeline is a fractured soul trapped in Hell after taking her own life. Lilith believes this stranger may be the key to shattering Lucifer’s hold over that frightful realm. But to find Madeline she’ll need a soul who knows the fetid hellscape. A Demon has been sent. But he must first brave the dark of Hell and survive the madness in himself.
While Lilith sets her daring game in motion, Lucifer plots a scheme that will determine the fate of all souls, both living and in death. Lilith must get to Madeline, fast. For if she fails, there will be no end to the darkness Lucifer will bring.
Seventeen-year old Genevieve Reidell loves to paint, and values her closest friends above all, but when a gunman terrorizes her high school, her near-reckless bravery sets her on a path that will change the entire course of her life. Her best friend is shot and dying but when Genevieve holds her, the bleeding stops and the wounds close. But when she tries to save another friend, she can’t. Overcome with guilt Genevieve struggles to understand.
But when a stranger arrives at her home with a mysterious book and an ominous warning, she learns about her destiny. Angels have protected her, but the time has come to unravel the mysteries that have haunted her for years. Genevieve must learn to harness and control her gifts and accept that whatever she does might not be enough. The Devil must be stopped, and Genevieve is ready to walk into the storm. She’s cheated death before, but can she save herself again without losing those she loves?
Christopher Stanfield is a West Texas native whose love of writing began at the age of fourteen, when inspired by a love of mythology, science fiction and fantasy, he began writing stories by hand whenever the time could be spared. After high school and a brief flirtation with college, he would spend the next eighteen years cultivating a career in Information Security at a small community bank located in his own hometown. But even then, his love of writing endured, and while dreams of characters and stories continued to occupy his imagination, he found an outlet for that creative muse by creating advertising copy for his employer. Through challenges and distractions, hard choices and the rudimentary demands of life, the dream of telling stories never waned. It was and ever remains more than merely a career. With that in mind, he enrolled in the BA Creative Writing program at Southern New Hampshire University, with an eye towards honing his craft and expanding upon his knowledge of the industry so that he might one achieve his dream of becoming published.