Author: Eric Asher
Publication date: January 31st 2017
Genres: Supernatural, Suspense, Urban Fantasy
Much has been lost in the conflict with the Fae king and his allies, a conflict we hadn’t known we were in until one of our own fell at his hand. And while a great Seal between realms may have been rebuilt, dark things slipped through in the chaos, creatures who would overrun this world. Our allies are many. Our enemies are terrible. And someone ate my last chimichanga despite the fact I had marked it with a note that clearly said it was mine.
Foster hovered over my shoulder, returning to his diminutive form for the first time since we arrived at Fort Benton. I pushed another branch to the side as we trailed Zola. She moved through the woods without a sound, whereas I stepped on every twig and tripped over every root.
The trees broke into a shadowed clearing. Water rushed nearby, but I couldn’t see much of anything.
“Modus Illuminadda,” Zola whispered. A light burst into brilliant life over her shoulder, casting her cloaked form into a terrible silhouette.
I gasped at the blood running all around her before my brain processed what it was. “Red clay.”
“I thought it was blood,” Foster said. “A little warning next time?”
“Why are we here?” I asked.
“It was once called Rebel Creek,” Zola said before falling silent. She turned and looked downstream, the ball of light swaying with the movement of her shoulder. “Enough men die, and a river will run red.”