Tuesday, September 30, 2014

**RELEASE DAY BLITZ** Requiem by T.G. Ayer

 (Chronicles of the Irin, #2)
T.G. Ayer
Release Date:
September 30th 2014
Publisher: Infinite Ink Books
Her name is Evangeline and she is Nephilim.


is stuck in the Underworld until she can find a way to be released from

her newfound role as Hades. And the longer she remains in Hades the

more secrets are revealed about her true origins. A confrontation with a

Dark Angel brings two revelations to the Evie - the true identity of

Daniel, the Master of the Irin's assistant, and who is he to Evie


While a trip into the depths of Hades leads Evie into

the fiery depths of Tartarus and eventually to the eternal peace of

Elysium, will Evie find the peace she seeks? And what about the smoking

hot Julian, god of Hades? How far is he willing to go to keep Evie at

his side?

Chapter 1 

Two weeks to the Ascension Ceremony

Evie stared at her hands and

wondered, not for the first time, why they didn't shine with the blood she'd

spilled a few days ago. She flexed her fingers, turning her hands over to study

them in the light of the blazing fire. Long lean fingers, neatly manicured

nails. Elegant hands for a cold-blooded killer. Only the slightly darker

calluses on the inside of her fingers hinted at the hours of weapons-practice,

hours of using weapons to kill.

She was used to being the

executioner, although never guilty of ending an undeserving life. Not until the

insidiously evil Marcellus Bactor had taken over as the Master of the

Brotherhood of the Irin. As a warrior under the Brotherhood she'd performed

missions of charity, missions of freedom, and of course missions of death. But

under Marcellus death had become the sole function of the Irin.

Breakfast had not appealed to her

at all. She hadn't expected to feel so strange after dispatching Marcellus.

He'd been running the Brotherhood, his own needs more important than those of

the humans whom they were all meant to protect. And, now she knew he'd killed

her guardian, Patrick, and robbed her of the only father she'd ever known.

And yet here she was, feeling as

though she ought to receive some sort of punishment for murdering the Master of

the Irin. And for the first time she wondered what the Brotherhood and all her

fellow Nephilim were doing right now. Choosing another Master? Perhaps Daniel?

She shuddered at the thought. What was that saying? Frying pan and fire.

She sighed and shifted in the

sofa, moving her cheek away from the warm flames of the fire. Julian's study

was warm and cozy, and modern. Unlike anything she'd ever expected to see deep

within the bowels of the earth. Dark wood shelves covered the walls filled to

overflowing with books from every age, in every language. Comfortable sofas in

earthy tones were scattered around the space, convenient spots for curling up

with an interesting read. She tossed her dark hair over her shoulder and away

from the heat from the fireplace.

She smiled at the memory of

Castor's reaction to Marcellus' death just hours ago. He'd barely blinked on

seeing the bloody remains of their old Master. Not that she should have

expected tears considering Castor had borne the brunt of Marcellus's fury when

Evie had left Greylock Estate in search of the Underworld. Evie's stomach

tightened when she thought of Castor's little home on the grounds of the

estate. A place the half demon had loved, a place now burnt to ash. But

Castor's woes didn't seem to worry him too much right now. He was being well

entertained by Pollo and his eclectic band of servants.

Julian had gone off on an errand

in a bit of a hurry; something about a volcanic eruption in the South Pacific.

That left Evie to her own devices, which wouldn't have been so bad if she had

not needed to worry about Persephone. Evie was constantly on guard where the

cold-hearted goddess was concerned, what with Persephone having already tried

once to kill her. But so far she didn't seem to want to repeat the attempt.

Maybe she was concerned about what Julian would do to her should she succeed.

Evie snorted. No chance she'd let her guard down though.

Evie's skin tingled and she

glanced at the shifting letters tattooed into her skin. They seemed alive,

twisting and writhing beneath the surface of her pale skin like living things.

Something Evie was yet to get accustomed to. She studied the markings then

returned her attention to the pages of the ancient book lying open on her lap.

A book of dead languages, scripts

from a time long gone. Perhaps a source of information, perhaps a way to undo

this curse that she'd brought upon herself. Twelve seals to make a god. Not a

bad way to turn an angel into the King of the Underworld.

She suppressed another sigh and

rubbed her forehead. Suddenly the room seemed to close in on her and she felt

desperate to leave the confining comfort of the study. She'd been on edge for

hours now. What she probably needed was a sparring session. Something she

wasn't likely to get down here.

She shut the book and left it on

the sofa, heading for the door on feet that seemed to think she was in a hurry

to be somewhere. Outside, the cool air from the shadowed tunnels teased her

overly warm cheeks. She glanced up and down the passage listening for the

sounds of approaching feet or hooves. Nothing. Torches shone at both ends of

the tunnel, their flickering yellow light dancing and reflecting against the

ominous jagged black stone of the tunnel walls.

Evie let her feet guide her,

although part of her knew exactly where they were leading her.


(Chronicles of the Irin, #1)
Release Date:
14th March 2014
Infinite Ink Books
Her name is Evangeline and she is Nephilim.


belongs to the Brotherhood Irin and together with all the other

Nephilim of the world she is protector to humanity, protector against

evil. But evil has found its way into the Brotherhood. Someone has

murdered her guardian and Marcellus, the New Master makes demands of the

warriors that go against all they stand for. Demands Evie just can’t

carry out.

Evie uncovers Marcellus’ plan to collect a set of

special seals, but when a high-level demon reveals the truth behind the

Seals of Hades, Evie know there is no way she can allow the Master of

the Irin to get his hands on them. But will keeping the Seals from

Marcellus cause her to sacrifice more that she should? Will vengeance

for her guardian’s death be enough or will she need more to satisfy her

Immortal soul?



I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognize that reading

was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of

the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am

essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practice

given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers,

my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a

fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of

each others loves – it works wonderfully…

My heart is currently broken in two. One half

resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still

longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer

downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been

transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha,

beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly

inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever

remain cross-eyed.

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