Isis,
Vampires and Ghosts – Oh My!
Other
World Series
Book
One
Janis
Hill
Genre:
Urban Fantasy
Publisher:
Hague Publishing
ISBN:
978-0-9872652-7-2
Word
Count: 90,000
Book
Description:
Too
late to save her sister’s life, Stephanie Anders must now try to
save her soul from the vampire who has possessed her, Branwyre,
eighteenth vampire Lord of the Aegean.
With
only the aid of the ghost of a pissed-off Buddhist monk with a potty
mouth and the modern day Priestess of Isis, Stephanie must take on
demons and other denizens of a world she knows nothing about if she
is to succeed in banishing Branwyre.
But
even more difficult than that, she must learn how to forgive her
sister Estella for what she did to her if she is to have even half a
chance of saving her soul. Welcome to a world within our own – the
Other World.
Extract
from Isis, Vampires and Ghosts – Oh My! by Janis Hill
Chapter
5
Estella
had the grace and timing to wake up just after I’d hauled her dead
weight, literally, into the chair and balanced it there long enough
the grab the rope.
“By
the Light of Isis, what do you think you’re doing?” Her tone was
nearly petulant enough to be the old Estella asking me, not the new
peace-and-love one.
“Following
your High Priestess’ instructions.” I grunted while tying her
hands behind her back as best I could, before continuing to wrap the
rope around her and the chair.
“But
why are you tying me to a chair now?” she asked, aghast to realise
just how tight I had done it. “Branwyre can’t take over until
night time. We’ve got at least another hour.”
Ignoring
her question for a moment, I snatched her right foot and tied it to
the corresponding chair leg. Then, ignoring the attempted kick, did
the same to her left one.
“Roxanna
clearly states in her instructions here to gather the required items,
purify them and set it all up, you included.” I waved the note at
her before continuing to wrap her legs, backside and chair in the
rope. Yeah, I’d gotten a decent amount. Who says two for one sales
are a waste of time? “Nowhere in her instructions does it say we
should stop for coffee and a chat. When I’ve got as much of it
ready as I can before moonrise, I can actually have a rest. You know,
something even we non-undead need to do from time to time.”
She
went to protest, I even paused to watch the show I felt she was about
to perform, but other than gaping a few times like a stunned fish,
she stayed quiet. Wow, this Light of Isis was amazing if it could
prevent the Queen of Whinge from speaking.
“Fine
then,” she finally managed, a slight sulky tone to her voice. “But
how am I meant to eat dinner?”
I
sighed; I hadn’t honestly thought of that, going along the lines
that she was dead. Yes she was an animated corpse right now, but dead
was dead. You shouldn’t have to provide meals for them.
“Nowhere
in my instructions does it say I have to feed you.” I muttered.
Then feeling I should relent a little as she’d found it within
herself to be nicer. “But how about I order pizza, and you eat it
cold later. Surely even the Light of Isis can’t have cured you of
your cold pizza habits.”
She
sighed, but said no more for a moment. Didn’t even pout, which
surprised me even more than the silence.
“I
do wish you’d be more respectful of Isis and her purifying Light,”
is all she eventually said as I was adding a few more knots to the
back of the chair.
“Uh-huh.”
I was more interested in making sure I’d done a good job, than
listen to a lecture on appropriate religious respect. Especially from
someone who in the past hadn’t held any respect for anyone or
anything.
“And
no dinner is fine; I don’t seem to have the need to eat that often
anymore.” She continued, trying to watch me over her shoulder. “I
won’t have you dissing cold pizza though.”
“Sure!”
I said, standing back and wiping sweat from my brow and then my hands
on my dress. I remembered I was still in one of my best ‘sombre but
not kinky’ little black dresses, not having had a chance to change.
So Roxanna’s wodge of cash was buying me a few clothes tomorrow,
too. Why not! If I wasn’t allowed to go home until this was all
over, she owed me at least a pair of jeans and clean underwear. I
checked the instructions again. Okay, so all items purified, sister
roped tightly into chair. Salt time! Boy I hoped the motel’s maid
service wouldn’t be too pissed at me, or at least wouldn’t notice
until after we’d left.
About
the Author:
Janis
grew up in and around Darwin, Australia, and its rural surrounds. As
a child, she spent a lot of time around 'science geeks' at the Darwin
University, where her father was a lecturer for many years. It took
her a long time to realise that not everyone got to grow up like that
or could relate to all the Science Labs scenes in the old Dr Who.
Janis
now lives in the Adelaide Hills with her husband and 3 children,
lovingly referred to as the ‘Demonic Hordes’. She is a
semi-retired ICT Support Officer who, when not writing, takes pride
in her work as a Haus Frau while dabbling in the art of translating
century old cookery books into modern recipes to experiment on her
family with.
@Janis_Hill
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