Hades doesn't often give second chances.... Xypher has one month on Earth to redeem himself through one good deed or be condemned to eternal torture in Tarturus. But redemption means little to a demigod who only wants vengeance on the one who caused his downfall.Until one day in a cemetery.... Simone Dubois is a medical examiner with a real knack for the job. Those who are wrongfully killed appear to her and help her find the evidence the police need to convict their killers. But when a man appears and tells her that she's more than just a psychic, she's convinced he's insane.Now the fate of the world hangs in her hands.... It was bad enough when just the dead relied on her. Now's there's the seductive Dream-Hunter Xypher who needs Simone's help in opening a portal to the Atlantean hell realm to fight insatiable demons. The future of mankind is at stake - and so is her life. The only question now is: Who is the bigger threat: the demons out to kill her, or the man who has left her forever changed?
Hatred is a bitter, damaging
emotion. It winds itself through the blood, infecting its host and driving it
forward without any reason. Its view is jaundiced and it skews even the clearest
of eyesights.
Sacrifice is noble and tender.
It's the action of a host who values others above himself. Sacrifice is bought
through love and decency. It is truly heroic.
Vengeance is an act of violence.
It allows those who have been wronged to take back some of what was lost to
them. Unlike sacrifice, it gives back to the one who practices it.
Love is deceitful and sublime.
In its truest form, it brings out the best in all beings. At its worst, it's a
tool used to manipulate and ruin anyone who is stupid enough to hold it.
Don't be stupid
Sacrifice is for the weak.
Hatred corrupts. Love destroys. Vengeance is the gift of the strong.
Move forward, not with hatred,
not with love.
Move forward with purpose.
Take back what was stolen. Make
those who laughed at your pain pay. Not with hatred, but with calm, cold
rationale.
Hatred is your enemy. Vengeance
is your friend. Hold it close and let it loose.
May the gods have mercy on those
who have wronged me because I will have no mercy for them.
Xypher paused as he read the words
he'd written on the floor of his cell in his own blood centuries ago. Dull and
faded, they were a reminder to him of what had brought him to this time and
place.
They were a sacred vow to himself.
Closing his eyes, he spread his hand
out and the words dissolved into a mist that lifted from the floor only to
reassemble down his left arm. Symbol by symbol, word by word, the characters,
still bloodred, cut themselves into his skin. He hissed at the burn of them
engraving themselves into his flesh. That pain succored him. It strengthened
him.
Soon he would be free for one month.
One month to track and to kill. The one he'd sacrificed himself for would pay
and if he earned his reprieve in the process . . . Good.
If he didn't . . .
Well, vengeance sometimes deserved a
good sacrifice. At least this time, he'd die knowing no one was laughing at him
anymore.