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Return of the Fallen
by Rita Vetere
Category: Dark Fantasy
Description: When a fiery Nephilim goes rogue, there's only one thing to do: Take cover. Israfel, the only member of the fallen race in existence, is on a mission: kill Jared Crow, head of a secret organization known as The Order, and the man who murdered her friends. She's highly trained in the martial arts, skilled in weaponry and won't allow anything to stand in her way, not even her mortal lover, Edmond. Unable to dissuade Israfel from hunting down Crow, Edmond joins her. He's only along for the ride, but it's one he'll wish he'd never taken. Raziel, the last Watcher on earth, has taken refuge in the desert, far from the mortals he is duty-bound to protect. Though tired of the task after thousands of years of lonely servitude, when he detects a threat to the Symphony--the universal flow of all living things--he has no choice but to track the dissonance. Knowing sooner of later Israfel must die, he joins in the chase. Jared Crow has an agenda none of them could have foreseen--and he's got some powerful help in the form of the Dark One. Nephilim, mortal and Watcher--it will take all three to reverse what Crow has set in motion.
eBook Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc., 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: November 2011
 
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [294 KB]
Words: 65884
Reading time: 188-263 min.
Edmond could only gape in astonishment as he watched her pick herself up from the ground and put another bullet in the man's head.
He rushed over to her, trembling and not ashamed to admit it. When he reached her, she looked so ... different. Her eyes burned with an intensity he had never seen before and her expression was cold and hard as she stared at the dead men lying at her feet.
"You killed them ... Jesus, Justine."
"We have to get out of here," she said.
Edmond stood stock still, his gaze riveted to the bleeding corpses.
"Edmond. We have to go. Now." She grabbed him by the arm and spun him around to face her. "They must have spotted you when you drove by the house and followed you here."
She bent and gathered the weapons. One of the guns she jammed in her pant waist, another disappeared inside her jacket. The last she handed to him.
Who was this woman? He stared at her, unable to believe what she had just done, then looked down at the gun in his hand. He had never fired a gun in his life. Who have I been living with?
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