Release date: April 24, 2015
Subgenre: Urban fantasy, paranormal romance
About The Holy Dark:
Sarcastic demon-slayer extraordinaire Jordan Amador has been locked in a
year-long struggle to hunt down the thirty silver coins paid to Judas
Iscariot. The mere touch of these coins is enough to kill any angel.
Jordan's demonic opposition grows more desperate with each coin found, so they call on the ultimate reinforcement: Moloch, the Archdemon of War. Moloch puts out a contract on Jordan as well as her estranged husband, the Archangel Michael. Now Jordan and Michael will have to find a way to work together to survive against impossible odds and stop Moloch's plan, or else he’ll wage a war that will wipe out the human race.
The Holy Dark is the third novel and fourth book in the Black Parade series, following The Black Parade, The Deadly Seven: Stories from The Black Parade series, and She Who Fights Monsters.
Jordan's demonic opposition grows more desperate with each coin found, so they call on the ultimate reinforcement: Moloch, the Archdemon of War. Moloch puts out a contract on Jordan as well as her estranged husband, the Archangel Michael. Now Jordan and Michael will have to find a way to work together to survive against impossible odds and stop Moloch's plan, or else he’ll wage a war that will wipe out the human race.
The Holy Dark is the third novel and fourth book in the Black Parade series, following The Black Parade, The Deadly Seven: Stories from The Black Parade series, and She Who Fights Monsters.
Excerpt:
Chattanooga had
been a nice place to live for the past ten months, a fact proven by my utter
disapproval of the hotel we checked in the following night we left. The safe
house was in Montpelier, Vermont and by car it was an eighteen-hour drive.
However, the two of us were exhausted from the recent fights we’d had and
needed some sleep so we stopped in Newburgh, Connecticut. We’d camp out here
for the night and then leave first thing in the morning.
Myra worked at
an office supplies store back in Tennessee, which paid alright, but neither of
us were exactly swimming in cash. The hotel we chose was not of the highest
caliber. The only benefits it boasted were cable television and air
conditioning. I missed my thin pillows and slightly lumpy mattress back home.
We were behind
schedule, but only slightly. Myra went to buy some dinner while I opted for a
long, hot shower. It wasn’t a nice place to stay, but it had one admittedly
awesome amenity—a handheld sprayer with plenty of settings. I stayed in until
my fingertips were pruny, mulling over recent events and hoping that a clear
solution would arise. No such luck. We were still on defense. I didn’t like it,
not one bit. The weight hanging off my soul was starting to make my knees
buckle. I had to fix this. I had to save the angels. I owed them. They had shed
blood for me more than once. I wasn’t going to disappoint them, not again.
Never again.
I finished
rinsing out my hair and groped for the towel with my eyes closed to avoid
getting any residual shampoo in them. Weirdly, my fingers hit nothing but the
moist air near the rack. Frowning, I reached out farther. It wasn’t there. Had
it fallen onto the floor?
“Lose
something?”
I froze. A deep,
mocking, dry-as-sandpaper voice. No. Please, God, let it just be my imagination.
I pried my eyes
open and ducked my head around the shower curtain. There, in front of the sink,
stood a tall, pale-skinned man with shoulder-length hair as black as soot and a
smile as sinister as the devil himself. His eyes were the lightest hue of blue
that existed and the pupils were thin and diamond-like rather than round. His
features were vaguely European—small forehead, narrow nose, thin but sensual
lips, arched eyebrows—but I knew he didn’t have an accent.
He clutched my
towel in his long-fingered hand, the other tucked in the pocket of his easily
seven-hundred-dollar black suit pants. I recognized his favorite dark color
scheme—a charcoal grey button up shirt, black silk tie, and Gucci dress shoes.
“Looking good,
my pet.”
The archdemon
Belial was standing in my bathroom.
Shit.
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About Kyoko M:
Kyoko M is an author, a fangirl, and an avid book reader. Her
debut novel, The Black Parade, has been on Amazon's Bestseller List at
#5 in the Occult Horror category. She has a Bachelor of Arts in English
Lit degree from the University of Georgia, which gave her every valid
excuse to devour book after book with a concentration in Greek mythology
and Christian mythology. When not working feverishly on a manuscript
(or two), she can be found buried under her Dashboard on Tumblr, or
chatting with fellow nerds on Twitter, or curled up with a good Harry
Dresden novel on a warm central Florida night. Like any author, she
wants nothing more than to contribute something great to the best
profession in the world, no matter how small.
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