HARVENGER 1: The Angel of Death

Now, with almost womanly cries, he tried to escape her and turned for the exit, not knowing that Death now filled it. With desperation he pushed away from Lauryl, blood filling his eyes and blinding him. He tripped over his dishevelled robes and pitched forward into Death who grabbed his head and, with sickening force, slammed it onto the edge of the stone steps. Lauryl heard his skull splinter and his whimpering cries immediately cease. Stunned, she remained fixed to the spot, her eyes never leaving the still and lifeless monk. In her tight fist she still held the bloody stone. Finally some sense of reality began to take over and she let the weapon loosen from her grasp to fall from the edge of the balcony.A dark black pool of blood was growing and running down the steps and the full realisation of what she had done overcame her. She wanted to scream out in rage and frustration and hurt. She understood that what she had committed would, this time, be seen as murder. She could claim self defence but who would believe her and what story could she tell to make them believe it? Certainly not the truth. She sought desperately for an escape, almost tearing at her hair trying to think clearly in a sea of confusion and panic. But only one solution presented itself, she had to dispose of the body, there was no other option....A hauntingly dark and violent gothic ghost story of unrequited love set at the turn of 17th Century Europe.It is no time to be alone, especially if you are as young and beautiful as Lauryl LeMont. An innocent farm girl, suddenly orphaned by a terrible accident, is forced to face an isolated and vulnerable life where even the most pious of men covet her beauty with their deep, dark and desperate desires.Where witch-finders stalk the land, holding the hearts and minds of all in an icy grip of fear, and where new and deadly weapons of war threaten to plunge the world into chaos. Bastions of stone that once stood against great armies now fall before the thunderous rage of gunpowder.But in this world of mortal danger Lauryl is not without an ally. Unknown to her she has sparked the flame of desire in one who has not known such feelings for eons. Unfettered, he lets the flame grow, and while it burns any who try to harm her will fall beneath his blade. He shows no mercy, gives no quarter. Neither kings nor armies can touch her, because his name is . . . Death!...har.ven.ger (n) 1. that which is followed by, or heralds death. 2. a person, object or thing that brings death.

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