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Backstory: Fiction Author Tina M.E.’s gothic Paranormal Romance Dantalion Of The Goetia has found its place among angels and demons….The Author’s use of historical fiction settings are far from fictional, and the Courtyard used in one of the settings is listed on The National Register of Historic Places by the U.S. Department of Interior. The secondary setting takes place on and around Yale University and weaves elements of its infamous secret society Skull and Bones and the ‘Tomb’ into the story. The poetic writing style and elements of Wiccan and occult traditions are evident throughout the book, making it an exciting read for readers who love angels, demons, and all things gothic fantasy…

Dantalion Of The Goetia: Taste The Obsession Of A Demon Book 1: Dantalion, a condemned demon from an an ancient 17th century grimoire referred to as The Goetia, is summoned by a mortal girl in the Courtyard of the Undead, creating an unexplainable relationship of love, obsession, and redemption.

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Dantalion Of The Goetia: The Summoning Book 2: Dantalion, now guardian of Laurel, with Rowan, her half-demon best friend, must confront a new brotherhood of demons who intend on reclaiming their realms and instituting world dominion over heaven, hell and the mortal world.

Dantalion Of The Goetia: Legacy Book 3 Excerpt:

The Courtyard slept now…they called the altar “Angel’s Tears”, faded…forgotten…yet the marks remained. Deep brands that bind us to our demons. The damp steady rain washed away every trace of Dantalion and Laurel’s memory, now only empty, cold stone. If only the human eye could see. I stared at the altar, the grimoire off in the distance under the pines, dusted with snow. I saw her there…innocent, bloodless, alone. Wisp-like, a memory of something I was supposed to remember. Beautiful, succumbed to the lust of the moon’s embrace, every mortal sin bled from her soul. Every single memory pulsed through her, every sweetness and every sorrow…she was to be the Legacy of the Grimoire and I was to bleed for her…

The Silent Serenade, an inspirational collection of poetry and photography taken of some of the world’s most beautiful locations.

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