Monday, September 28, 2015
The Immortals (The Immortals, Book 1) by S.M. Schmitz
Release date: September 3, 2015
Subgenre: Urban fantasy
Colin and Anna have been hunting demons for a long time. But something is different in Baton Rouge. The rules are being broken and they're powerless against some of the greatest forces Hell can assemble. If they can't stop these demons from manipulating every rule of this war, then Heaven may lose the only battle that's ever really mattered.
Just like last time, as Colin kissed her, he vanished, dissipated, and the room became dark. But she wasn’t thrown into an eternally black abyss. She was alone in her apartment in Baton Rouge, except all of the windows were bricked, and the door was cemented closed. She pulled on the door handle, twisting and yanking, and when it didn’t give, she tried kicking the door and screaming, but no one came to rescue her. She was trapped.
She checked each window for any brick that may have weaknesses and tried knocking them loose, but they were as tightly bonded as whatever was keeping her door closed. She dug around her apartment until she found her cell phone and kept trying to dial Colin’s number, but she couldn’t remember his number. Her contact list was empty.
She wanted to call the cops, but her fingers kept pressing the wrong numbers and she’d have to delete them and start over, and as she tried to dial those three simple digits for the tenth time, she heard the scratching at her door. Something was out there. And it hadn’t come to rescue her.
Anna set her phone down and reached down to her boot, then realized she wasn’t wearing her boots. She didn’t have her dagger or knife. She was unarmed. The scratching at the door grew louder as the visitor outside her door tried to claw its way inside. Anna ran into her kitchen and pulled open drawers and cabinets, looking for any metal knife that might work, but her kitchen was empty. There was nothing in it at all. And that scratching turned into a splintering sound as whatever was on the other side of her door broke through.
Anna turned to face the door and noticed a hole the size of a football. It couldn’t get through yet, but she could see a furry gray-green paw with long claws pulling at the broken wood. It wouldn’t be long before it was inside her apartment. Anna ran into her bedroom and slammed the door closed and locked it. She grabbed the nightstand by her bed to place it in front of the door, but it wouldn’t move. It was as glued to the floor as the bricks were to her windows. She pulled on her bed, but it wasn’t budging either.
A cracking fracturing sound told Anna the demon had broken through. It was in her apartment and she was defenseless. She couldn’t escape, and she couldn’t fight back. And Anna was terrified. The beast scratched at her bedroom door, and Anna started to pray.
S. M. Schmitz has an M.A. in modern European history and enjoys teaching world history as well as writing. An avid reader, she delves into a variety of genres such as paranormal, urban fantasy, science fiction, dystopian, and young adult. Her novels are infused with the same humorous sarcasm that she employs frequently in the classroom. As a native of Louisiana, she sets many of her scenes here, and like Dietrich in Resurrected, she is also convinced Louisiana has been cursed with mosquitoes much like Biblical Egypt with its locusts.