By Immortal Honor Bound
by Danielle Ancona
Publication Date: November 4, 2020
Kyanite Publishing LLC
Paperback, 400 pages
Series: Of Alchemy and Angels, Book 1
Genre: Historical Fantasy
Intrepid warrior angel Malachi faces the fiercest of adversaries of warfare through the centuries, fighting alongside the boldest of gods to defend humankind from the Seraph Rebellion.
Sent to York in the 1620’s, Malachi unexpectedly falls in love with keen and ardent alchemist Daphne Heatherton.
For Malachi, Daphne’s returned devotion is a tenuous gift of fate.
Dark machinations set into play by the fallen archangel, Gideon-leader of the Rebellion-bring Malachi to the brink of defeat and put him to the ultimate test.
Will he choose a mortal love, or will he remain By Immortal Honor Bound?
Alchemy, history, passion, myth, science, legend converge in a timeless battle-will love or honor prove to be the most powerful element of all?
From the hallway, Esther eavesdropped. Her lips curled in a smile of malice, reminiscent of a shark. She concentrated on a porcelain decorative pitcher sitting on a side table and made it fly toward Northrop.
Coughton yelled, “Ho!” He jumped up and swung his arm out to stop the pitcher which halted in mid-air short of his arm. It hovered in place, then dropped, landing with an ominous clatter on the wooden floor. The pitcher split into several pieces, the largest one of which rocked on its curved back.
Daphne, in shock, stared at the broken pitcher.
“Witch!” Coughton cried out, with the fervor of a fire and brimstone preacher. He pointed a wretched, curved finger at Daphne. “Witch!”
His face red and dark eyes burning with fury, Dante looked to both Coughton and Northrup. “The girl is no witch! Your machinations to rid her are evil and misguided.” Spittle flew from his mouth as righteous vehemence poured forth. “Your feeble souls shall regret this black treachery!” Dante heaved in a great breath, then shouted, “Get out of my house, now! Out!”
Ceramic knick-knacks on various shelves through the parlor rattled as Dante’s furor thundered.
Coughton and Northrup looked at each other, then peered at Dante with confusion and terror in their eyes.
From the corner of her eye, Daphne caught the top left of Esther’s forehead pulling back around a hall doorway. Anger and validation fountained from her. That’s the cursed witch! The old crone Esther had made the pitcher fly! She knew this as sure her heart was pounding in her chest. She gazed with trepidation at the two idiots, she had once thought intelligent, staring at her with slack opened mouths. With a split-second decision to bring the crone back before her accusers, she dashed past them. As she had feared, they tried to stop her, attempting to grab at her dress, only to find their hands blocked by an invisible wall of sorts.
Malachi! Relief flew through Dante’s mind as Coughton’s and Northrop’s grasping claws grabbed at the air, sensing he had stopped them.
Daphne ran into the hall, hurrying after Esther’s skirts and apron ties rounding a corner. She sprinted, rounding the curve of the hall, and caught a gather of Esther’s skirt in her fist, nausea rising as she touched the treasonous old woman. “Stop, witch!” Grasping at the shoulder of Esther’s muslin shift with her other hand, she brought the old, gray woman around. The malevolence shooting from Esther’s gaze, while expected, shocked her in its ferocity. Esther’s teeth came as a rabid raccoon at her hand clasping the fabric of the old maid’s dress at the shoulder.
Daphne wrenched Esther, throwing the vicious, bared teeth off their mark in the nick of time, then moved her hand down the struggling woman’s shift-covered, bony arm.
Diabolical in her snarling and frothing at the mouth, Esther struggled to break free as Daphne hauled her toward the study. Esther flailed her boney elbows, hips, and knees, trying to break free.
Strands of Daphne’s chestnut hair had come loose from her snood; perspiration dotted her forehead and hairline as she fought to propel the crone into the parlor.
Surprise rounded Northrup, Coughton, and Dante’s eyes.
“Tell them! Tell them you threw the pitcher, old woman,” Daphne ground out the words from between her clenched teeth as she shook the old woman from behind, her fists clenched in the back of the crone’s dress.
Dante watched with fascinated horror as Esther rolled her eyes back in her head, screaming, a partial red handprint appearing on the crone’s shoulder where the dress had pulled away. “Help me! Get me away from the witch. Her hands are burning me. Help! She is making me go mad,” Esther cried, her voice shaking with distress. A subtle odor of burning flesh permeated the parlor.
Her teeth bared, Daphne shook Esther again, commanding her, “Tell them, you black-hearted bitch! Tell them!”
Esther moaned and appeared to have fainted, Daphne still holding onto the crone’s shift and skirt as the old woman’s body drooped from where Daphne held onto her.
Coughton and Northrup broke from their enthrallment of horror and extricated the old woman from Daphne’s grasp, their gazes moving with concern over the crone and condemnation over Daphne.
Silent rage rose from Daphne as Esther opened her eyes, obscured from Coughton and Northrup, aiming a maleficent gleam of triumph at Daphne.
About the Author
Pittsburgh has provided an interesting, vibrant and eclectic place to grow up and eventually become a writer of stories. Stories through which History, Science, Alchemy, Romance, High Stakes, and Mythology are woven.
My writing is also touched by ghostly echoes which greet me as I hike or bike through what were once bustling sites from the age of industry of the region, now reclaimed by nature. These are the ethereal remnants of those who shed their blood, sweat and tears onto what is now sacred ground.
Come dive into the stories shaped by these unique forges. The twists in the path are unexpected, fraught with danger, but always worth the journey.
Where passion and love take root unexpectedly, bloom, and somehow manage to survive against all odds, one surprising way or another.
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