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by T. K. Sheils
Description: Because nature abhors a vacuum, when Quentin Cottell leaves his sheltered life to seek himself, to fill the void that is his soul, and when the Feathered Serpent--the Mayan-Aztec God, Quetzalcoatl--goes to seek a human vessel to replenish his spirit, the result is not a fantasy. It is perfectly natural. And naturally terrifying. When gruesome dreams and stark reality mesh, can Quentin prevent Quetzalcoatl from taking over his body? Though containing elements of fantasy, science-fiction and horror, this story is truly none of these. It is merely a tale of a man coming of age while in his thirties and discovering, to his dread, that he can find his identity only by losing it...
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2006
eBookwise Release Date: February 2007
6 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [379 KB]
Reading time: 230-322 min.
"5 Stars! ... Remarkable for its well-researched and carefully designed framework. The twenty-day cycle, each with a patron god and element, and Quetzalcoatl's historical challenges, provide a delightfully fantastic background. The carefully designed 'symbology' is remarkable, as Quentin finds himself surrounded by the Knights of the Ocelot...This stunning tale of betrayal, passion, and dreams will hold the reader's attention until the end. The balance of legends and their modern counterparts will delight lovers of the Mayan Pantheon, and enthrall all readers. With a male charm, T. K. Sheils presents a novel of passion and vision, of depth and detail worthy of a master."--Cindy Penn, WordWeaving
"T. K. Sheils has obviously researched the Mayan-Aztec pantheon in vast and intensive detail, and uses that information to craft an exciting and erotic thriller. The merging of ancient legends with their modern counterparts is well done, and the climax is both ambiguous and believable. The erotic scenes throb with intensity, and there are various subplots that are wrapped up--or are they?"--K. G. McAbee, Sharpwriter.com
"5 Stars! ... T. K. Sheils weaves the genres of suspense, fantasy and horror so effortlessly that the reader will be amazed at the talent of this author ... He has once again managed to entice, enthrall and surprise me with his work. Knights Tiger will stay with you long after you have read it. An excellent read that deserves more than five stars."--Jewel Dartt, Midnight Scribe Reviews
There was an emotionless urgency in his voice as he looked me in the eye.
"No, I do not see them. No man has ever seen them. You must leave now."
Just as surely as his voice urged that I leave, I knew I could not. This was it. This was the place I had to be, to find whatever it was I had been searching for.
"No," I said firmly. "I cannot."
Toma was not about to stay longer to persuade me.
"Then I will go alone," he said. "And may the gods pity you."
And he slipped and skidded down the sodden steps, and raced down the golden road to his car. And the skies rained down, heavier than before, so that his hasty departure was lost in a curtain of water.
I turned from the entrance and retreated as far as I could into the small cavelike room to avoid the rivulets of water that crawled in toward me through cracks between the limestone tiles of the floor. Instinctively, I crouched, hugging my knees to my chest, as if, in making myself smaller, I could somehow avoid the encroaching water. I pressed my back against the moss-covered stones of the room's back wall.
And, with a sudden crack, the wall gave way, sending the stones plunging inward and downward, while I clung to a vine in the side wall and tried to gain my balance. As I did so, the vine pulled away from the wall, and writhed in my hands, coiling around my wrist. Violently, I turned around and flung the serpent-thing into the darkness where the rear wall had been.
Shuddering suddenly with cold and damp, I collapsed in a heap on the sodden floor.
And the rain roared in my ears as I lapsed into the unconsciousness of my sudden exhaustion.