She’d never been in a hotter place in her life. “His presence isn’t what’s in doubt, his reception of us is.” He wiped his hand over brow to remove some of the perspiration. “The garage should be that one over there.” He nodded before he glanced about the street where several cars were parked before a row of houses that were so close together, she wondered if they didn’t share a common wall. Phobos grabbed her arm and yanked her to stand beside him on the uneven sidewalk.
She jumped as a loud sound startled her while a car went speeding past. What a strange city… but then she wasn’t used to being in the mortal realm except through human dreams. Read Moreĭelphine paused to get her bearings as she looked around the old buildings with iron work balconies or elaborate wood trim, many of which had boards over their windows. Time is running out and if she can’t win him to her cause, mankind will be slaughtered and the world we know will soon cease to exist. But she is a bitter reminder of why he chose to lay down his arms. Someone who can train them to fight their new enemies. But now that her allies have been turned, she knows in order to survive, the Dream-Hunters need a new leader. The only hope we have is the one god who swears he will never fight again.Īs a Dream-Hunter, Delphine has spent eternity protecting mankind from the predators who prey on our unconscious state.
Now an ancient enemy has been unleashed and our dreams are his chosen battlefield. Until the day he laid down his arms and was banished into exile. The son of Warcraft and Hate, Cratus spent eternity battling for the ancient gods who birthed him. Servants of the Furies, we are the right hand of justice and no one stands before us. Original Publication Date: January 27, 2009
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