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eBook Category: Dark Fantasy/Romance
eBook Description: Some things transcend even death itself. Nergal, former soldier turned death-priest and his beloved, Cyiress are abandoned by life and transcend to a new existence as the living dead. Cyiress seeks vengeance for the deceit that cost both of their lives. Nergal makes his way through a harsh and inhospitable land through their enemies both living and undead, sustained by only his dark faith to reunite himself with the woman he loves.

eBook Publisher: Mystic Moon Press, Published: 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2008

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Words: 4132
Reading time: 11-16 min.
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The Journey

The freshly-turned grave shuddered and shook from some subterranean stirring. Bony, withered fingers clenched into talons, clawed through the blanket of earth to rend the midnight air of the small cemetery. Supposedly consecrated to halt the transformation of corpses into the living dead, either the village priest had merely paid lip service to the Light or been of insufficient faith to restrain the dark power of a soul already consigned to the Shadow.

As she pulled herself free of her binding grave, she shook loose the clods of dirt from her burial shroud. She inspected where the rot had pierced her ivory skin. The decay wasn't too bad--she would not be hindered in her quest.

Yes, she could feel the call in the distance. It had been so strong that it had called her from the very realm of True Death.

Whispering sibilant chants and entreaties while her hand wove arcane sigils, the amethyst radiance of her magic tore a hole within the darkness; a beacon of otherworldly energy shining across the planes of existence.

"Come and serve, Ralishaz."

The whirling spirals of amethyst abruptly vanished to reveal a tiny, inhuman form; darkened and wreathed in unholy flames. With a low, respectful bow, the imp greeted her. "What do you require, Mistress Cyiress?"

As her softly-spoken words revealed her plan, the imp's fanged maw grinned with glee.