Tattooed Angels Trilogy has been a labor of love for a while now. Judgment, officially out today March 1st 2017, is the second piece in this three book young adult dark urban fantasy trilogy. Within this second puzzle piece readers will be delighted they get to know the mysterious older brother, Talib, on a more up close and intimate manner. As the story traverses through centuries of disasters, Readers will be getting a lot of answers addressed before bringing you back to the rooftop in time to see the battle finish unfolding between Iapetos and Hotan.
March 3rd Release Party
If you live in the Central Florida Area, come join me on Friday March 3rd from 7-9 pm at Writer’s Atelier to celebrate the release!
Details here: https://www.facebook.com/events/356456934736211/
Where Can I Buy This?
You can find the Digital version (Kindle, Nook, Etc) in several places and at popular online venues like Amazon, SmashWords, and even Barnes & Noble. Below are links to where you can purchase a copy online. Amazon and Barnes & Noble both have the paperback available to order as well. Unfortunately, my work doesn’t sit on many bookshelves yet, but if you are local to Orlando, FL know you can attend my events or visit local bookstores who support Local Authors.
Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/Judgment-Tattooed-Angels-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B01MSTDM6T/
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Judgment-Tattooed-Angels-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B01MSTDM6T/
Amazon CA – https://www.amazon.ca/Judgment-Tattooed-Angels-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B01MSTDM6T/
Barnes & Noble – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/judgment-valerie-willis/1125265444?ean=2940153886145
SmashWords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/686271
The Book Rack – Ocoee, FL – Signed copies with Bookmarks – http://www.thebookrack.com/Ocoee
Excerpt from Chapter 11
Anthem of the Angels
Around every turn there were piles of burning bodies. The black plague had found its way through China and across all of Europe and now took lives in huge waves here in London. Tightening the leather straps of the medical mask, he pulled the black hood on as he put his hand on the wooden door. Venturing outside required emotional hardening and the acceptance you could not help those suffering from the illness. No one could help those dying.
I can never forget the smells that still stain my nostrils from the pandemic. The plague ate away the body in ways that even the imagination could not comprehend. People became desperate or were dying at such an alarming rate, children were left alone with the decaying bodies of their parents and siblings. I had started a routine of checking houses at night, for children in these homes of death. It was horrible pulling them away from the plague-stricken husks and without hesitation, setting most of these homes to flames. All anyone could do was purge plague hit areas with fire, much like the Romans had done to clear their streets.
During the day, the streets had become a world filled with macabre images; bodies of the dead came in all shades and conditions as they were wheelbarrowed over to their final resting place. At night, more grisly actions took place. Terrified of those showing the rosy rings and early signs of rotting flesh, they dragged these sick innocents from their beds. Most no longer had the energy to kick or even scream as they added them still alive to the flames. It was sad, so many met their end this way, but the chances of them surviving was minuscule. Three out of five people fell to the fiendish illness and it had struck so fast that any precautions of preventing its spread was rendered useless.
Taking a deep breath, the potpourri in the cone of his medical mask would do very little to take the sting out of the smells that filled the air. Goggles helped shield his eyes from the ashes floating through the air mixed with the copious amounts of flies who thrived in the fall of mankind. Pulling the latch, he braved stepping into the darkness of night and into the troubled alleyways of London.
He was quick to find the house he last left off at from the night before, starting his search for children in need as he began the monotonous tasks; knocking, listening, opening the door and checking room by room for signs of any life. Three houses in and all he found were barren homes or worse, rotting bodies of the dead. It was numbing seeing the twisted faces, his feet kicking up ashes looked surreal as he watched them float back down as he paused at the next door.
Sighing, he knocked. Waiting, he listened, but there was no sounds inside the dark building. It seemed this was setup more like a business at one time, rather than a home. As he reached for the latch, the door crept open. He stared into the darkness of the building, expecting to see someone. After nothing more, he gently pushed it open to peer into the building.
He took a few steps inside and noticed the ashen muddy footsteps that led towards the stairs before fading away. Someone indeed had been here rather recently.
“Anyone here?” His voice bellowed with an echo through the building. “Anyone in need of help? I’m a doctor?”
No response. A few more steps in and he closed the door with a soft click and skid of the latch. Turning back to the steps, his heart fluttered at the sight of black cat. Her fur was pristine as she rubbed her head against a prong of the railing; even the pets had become ill with the Black Plague.
“A-abigail,” he muttered within his cone. “Is that you?”