Title: Maris
Author: Isaiyan Morrison
Series: The Brotherhood Files (Deamhan
Universe)
Genre: Adult/Paranormal/Urban Fantasy/Dark
Fiction
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Mar 10 2015
Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
She
gave me her blood, and my life changed forever.
Anastasia. My sire. The only influential
figure in my already-fragile life. She did this to me. She caused all the pain
and suffering. There was a time I believed I owed her everything. After all,
she gave me immortality and the never-ending thirst for the energy contained in
the blood of my victims.
But now vampires hunt me and the humans
want to use me as their personal weapon. They believe I'm some kind of
apotropaic figurine that can damn all Deamhan and force us back into hell where
we belong. Me? I just want to live. I just want to be Maris. That way, the only
one I can damn is myself.
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Excerpt:
Feeling uncomfortable, I looked away and
toward the front door. For twenty years they held me in that small tomb, on a
slab, like a piece of meat. I dreamed of Jesse and although I felt that those dreams
helped me in my Hibernation, it didn't take away the fact that he was dead and
never coming back.
One of the Deamhan, a Ramanga female,
descended the stairs. She reached to the wall at a switch and upon flicking it
up, light illuminated around me, revealing that I wasn't alone. They were all
around me—standing on the stairs, in the hallway, to my right, and my left.
Ramanga, Lamia, Metusba, and Lugat Deamhan, all young and new. I recognized
none of them.
She opened her mouth slightly, showing her
fangs as she took in my scent. “So this is Maris. She doesn't smell that old. I
expected her to be different, taller.”
I scanned all of them, taking mental notes
on their appearances and their scents.
The other male, a Metusba, accompanied him.
“Look at her scar.” He pointed and—refusing to be viewed as some abnormality—I
turned my head to the left to conceal it.
“Ayden says she's important,” the Ramanga
spoke. “I'm curious as to why.”
I looked at the Metusba, noticing that his
clothing that didn't resemble anything from the 1920s. He wore a loose-fitting
white shirt, dark slacks, and a tie. The women wore dresses that extended
beyond their knees. They all looked clean and impressive.
“Leave me alone,” I said to them.
“Or what?” the Ramanga replied. “You're supposed
to be this important Deamhan. We'd all love to know why.”
“Oh yes, that.”
“Yes. That.” The Metusba straightened his
body posture and clasped his hands together. “Just for the record, we don't
believe that you're as important as they say you are.”
Before I could reply, the Ramanga said,
“She's the reason for this war.”
“I've seen scarier Ramanga,” the Metusba
added.
I wanted Ayden to return immediately before
the conversation turned into something that could only be resolved by fighting.
The Ramanga stepped up to me. Her scent
carried an older aroma but it didn't intimidate me in the least. Her eyes
turned black and she leaned in. “I want to see what she can do—”
I reached out and grabbed her by the neck,
immediately flipping her onto the floor. She moved to get up but I placed my
foot on her neck to keep her still. The other Deamhan moved in and the sound of
our commotion made Ayden rush up the stairs.
“Stop this.” He pushed me back against the
wall and he moved himself in the middle.
The Ramanga jumped to her feet.
“Norma, what have I told you about starting
fights?” Ayden spoke in a stern tone. “Go back to what you all were doing
before I make you all regret your actions.”
Norma glared at me with riled eyes before
she moved back, giving us room. Ayden dropped his hand from my chest. “We can
go now.”
I blinked slowly. It took every inch of my
body to calm the rage that began to. “Why did you leave me alone? Where did you
go?”
Ayden led me down the front corridor. “I
had to make sure that things were in place.” He opened the door.
We stepped outside and onto the porch. “All
of them are products of this war. They've heard of you: the Deamhan to end all
Deamhan.”
“You know I wouldn't do that.”
“I know but they don't. After your supposed
demise, Ethel rallied Deamhan from around the region to join her in her fight
against those who want to see an end to our species, particularly The
Brotherhood. They've been fighting ever since.”
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Author Information
A veteran of the Armed Forces, Isaiyan Morrison was born and
raised in Minneapolis.
Her passions include writing, reading, and
researching historical events. She also spends her time gardening, playing
video games, and hanging out with her three cats and beloved Pitt bull.
She's the author of The Deamhan
Chronicles, The
Deamhan Tales, The Brotherhood
Files and the novel, Old Farmer's Road.
Author Links
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Other Works by Isaiyan
Morrison
Links
Below Go To Amazon
These books are the main books in the Deamhan
Universe.
Deamhan
(#1)
Dark
Curse (#2)
Deception
(#3)
Divination
(#4)
Links
Below Go To Amazon
These novellas are side stories involving different
characters in the main Deamhan Universe.
Kei.
Family Matters ~ Deamhan Tales (#1)/ Deamhan Chronicles (#1.5)
Ayden. Deamhan Minion ~ Deamhan Tales (#2)/ Deamhan Chronicles (#2.5)
Ayden. Deamhan Minion ~ Deamhan Tales (#2)/ Deamhan Chronicles (#2.5)
Hallie.
A Tit for A Tat ~ Deamhan Tales (#3)/ Deamhan Chronicles (#3.5)
Links
Below Go To Amazon
These books explore the histories of certain
characters in the Deamhan Universe.
(Can
Be Ready At Any Point in the Series)
Maris
(#1)
Standalone Titles
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