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. I saw her there…innocent, bloodless, alone. Every mortal sin bled from her soul, every sweetness and every sorrow…she was to be the legacy of the grimoire and I was to bleed for her.
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Proud tiny house movement participant, indie author of The Silent Serenade, an inspirational collection of poetry and photography taken of some of nature's most beautiful places in t he world, and author of the Dantalion Of The Goetia series, a fantastical paranormal romance derived from an ancient 17th century grimoire referred to as The Goetia, whereby Dantalion, a condemned demon is mistakenly summoned by a mortal girl, creating an unexplainable relationship of love, obsession, and redemption.
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