It’s been centuries since the last Great Other War that plunged the human race into the dark ages. Pulling away from the gods, and other creatures God had sent to watch over them, humans have made a go of it for themselves, trying to find their own path, and in the process they have changed the world from flat to round and created a universe to go with it. The gods, angels and demons are still there, but left behind, ignored, while the humans flourish. But the Others haven’t forgotten the humans….
Ki was content living her quiet, orderly little life on the outskirts of the city pack as a runt. She’d built up her own business as a freelance researcher and while she didn’t have much, she had more than enough for her. Then she wakes one morning to find that two days of her life are missing, supposedly spent with not just one man, but two, and she suddenly has breasts. Not to mention two tails when she shifts. If that isn’t bad enough, her apartment building catches fire and someone in the smoke wants her dead.
On the run, Ki finds herself in strange company, from Gods to mythical creatures, and sorting out who wants her dead from who wants her alive isn’t going to be easy. With a little divine help, and some old friends, she just might make it out of this mess alive, or lose everything before she even knew what she had.
“They’re mad,” Hanners said.
“You would know,” Gage said with a snort.
“No, I’m a little crazy, yes, but there’s a difference,” Hanners said. “Fanatical devotion, even in the face of proof that what they believe is wrong, is madness.”
“A pretty point that doesn’t negate the fact that you’re several watts short of being able to power a light bulb,” Gage said.
Hanners gave him a hard look out of the corner of her eye. “What do you think our chances are?” she asked Oberon.
Oberon cocked his head as if he was listening to something. “Better than they think. Are you ready?”
Hanners gave a nod and Gage grunted. The night seemed awful still right then. It was so quiet that she could easily hear her own breathing and the deep even breaths that Gage was taking. Oberon stood, his body poised in front of them, the ax still on his shoulder, while the point of his sword rested on the ground. He was relaxed and at ease, as if he hadn’t spent the majority of the night fighting like the rest of them had. At least he looked like he’d been in a fight. It wouldn’t have been fair if he was as neat and clean as Gage was. Which posed a very good question.
“How do you do that?” Hanners asked Gage in a hiss.
“Not get dirty.”
Gage smiled along the stock of the rifle. “Phase through the dirt.”
“That is so cheating,” Hanners said.
“Steady now,” Oberon interrupted. “Remember what I told you. Do not fire till I give the order.”
Hanners gave a grim nod and tightened her grip on the rifle. Scanning the tree line, she waited with her breath held. The angels came into sight, moving forward with swords at the ready. Crafty buggers, she thought as they slid through the trees. She couldn’t say they hadn’t learned something from the night, because they kept in cover so they couldn’t be picked off quite so easily. They were grouped toether and had added shields, the bastards. Depending on how those ovals were made, this could mean trouble for them. Hanners let her breath out slowly and took a bead on the closest angel.
“Hold,” Oberon said.
Licking her lips, she held, finger a hairs breadth from the trigger. Her temper flared and she reined it in harshly. She would not go over the edge, she wouldn’t. This wouldn’t be a repeat of what happened before. Her heart rate kicked up as the first of the angels cleared the trees and moved cautiously into the open, forming into phalanxes. Again with the Greek stuff, she thought with a roll of her eyes.
“Hold,” Oberon said again.
Hanners wasn’t sure what he was waiting for, but it was obvious he had a plan that everyone else knew, because no one on their side moved to engage. They were ready, of course, she was sure of that, but they didn’t move, just stared down the host of angels that ringed the house. More poured from the tree, moving quickly into their positions though they seemed wary. Still Oberon waited, relaxed, not even watching the angels come. He just stared down at the ground. The angels advanced and his head came up with a snap, as if they had crossed over some type of invisible line, and maybe they had.
Oberon moved so fast that he was a blur. His ax sliced through the air as he spun, arching high before blade struck deep into the ground. The earth bucked in response, a movement that didn’t touch the house, but spread out from it. It ran outward in an expanding wave jostling the angels. When it passed, he looked up with a grim smile.
“Do you know what they called me in olden days?” Oberon asked over his shoulder.
“No,” Hanners said.
He looked at her and smiled. “The Wrath of the Hungry Earth.”
TJ Rowser grew up on a working farm that left her with plenty of time to explore her imagination while performing lots of physical labor. The older she got, the more that imagination expanded, and the less she liked the hard physical labor aspect. It took too much time away from the stories in head. Working through a string of office jobs, she found her niche in a helpdesk and settled down to raise a family while happily sitting around exploring the worlds that kept springing to life in her mind. When that wasn’t quite enough, she started writing them down and sharing them out, which leads us here, to an author’s page, and a book filled with the characters that knock around in her head on a daily basis. They (the characters) are quite pleased with the result and so is she, since happy characters make for a much quieter mind.
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What was the inspiration behind this story?
The idea for this actually started out as a conversation with a bunch of co-workers on lunch one day. The topic was religion and how touchy it is for most people. There might have even been an argument or two in there, the your version of God versus my version of God type thing, and it got me thinking. So, as soon as I got to my desk I jotted the question “What if they were all real?” down and went back to work. It just sort of grew on its own from there, the characters, the story, all of it. There wasn’t ever really a style in mind, just a story to tell.
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