Subgenre: Post-apocalypic, urban fantasy
About Justice Is Calling:
The History of the World wasn't what Valerie was taught.The
daughter of a vampire and sister of a devil walking, Valerie finds out
she has something neither her brother nor her father possess:
She has Honor.
Now, she needs to flee a brother who leaves her for dead. Because, if there is one thing Valerie understands?
It's that Justice Doesn't Turn the Other Cheek.150 years after a near apocalypse, the world is rebuilding. Survival has become the only rule, and justice is in short supply. Now, Justice has come calling.
Justice Is Calling is part of The Kurtherian Gambit Universe.
She has Honor.
Now, she needs to flee a brother who leaves her for dead. Because, if there is one thing Valerie understands?
It's that Justice Doesn't Turn the Other Cheek.150 years after a near apocalypse, the world is rebuilding. Survival has become the only rule, and justice is in short supply. Now, Justice has come calling.
Justice Is Calling is part of The Kurtherian Gambit Universe.
Excerpt:
Valerie turned her head just enough to stop the rancid, oil-slicked water from flowing into her mouth. The street was filthy, even ignoring the blood and guts—not that those would disgust her. Well, not the blood anyway, her being a vampire and all.
Something had tasted nasty in that water. Nasty enough for her to care to move her head, in spite of the piercing pain that doing so sent through her body. That’s what happens when your brother breaks practically every bone in your body and leaves you on the rain-drenched street.
Utter and unbelievable pain.
In fact, she was ready for the sun to come up. Hoping it would hurry and get on with it. How much worse than what she was already feeling could the sun be? Death had never scared her. But pain? Even though she had always healed from it, she hated pain.
And with this much pain, she was ready to die. All thanks to her brother, Donovan.
She’d hoped he was gone, done with her, but she felt him next to her. She could smell his scent, even through the blood that had come streaming out of her broken nose.
Donovan, that ass, kneeled down and moved her hair so that it wasn’t blocking her view of him.
“See, Valerie, I can be nice when I want to.” He chuckled and cast a glance over his shoulder, where, she imagined, one of his goons stood. She couldn’t see from this angle. Probably Jean-Pierre, his right-hand man and the one that had delivered the sucker punch that set her up for her brother’s beat-down.
He turned back to her. “I just never care to be nice,” he continued. He leaned a little closer, enough so that she could smell his breath. “That’s the difference between you and me.”
The soldiers laughed, and she imagined ripping their pitiful, small-brained heads from their bodies. They’d ambushed her as she walked down the rainy street. Lost in her thoughts, she would’ve been able to take them any other time, but today something had changed. She lost focus… and direction.
She’d seen the chaos, the death, the truth. If the lies had been a veil covering her eyes, today had ripped it from her face and exposed the ugliness that was truth. Now the reality of her situation didn’t sit right with her. Especially not when she’d turned to see one of her brother’s men taking the life of a child. A defenseless child, dead, for no reason. And now… she couldn’t do anything to stop the ruthless pricks.
It sucked.
“You. Are. A. Dick,” she managed between pained breaths and choking on the sewer runoff that found its way into her mouth again.
She coughed up and half-vomited, pleased to see the scrunched up expression on Donovan’s face when some of the sewage-spit-meets-vomit hit his shoes.
Something had tasted nasty in that water. Nasty enough for her to care to move her head, in spite of the piercing pain that doing so sent through her body. That’s what happens when your brother breaks practically every bone in your body and leaves you on the rain-drenched street.
Utter and unbelievable pain.
In fact, she was ready for the sun to come up. Hoping it would hurry and get on with it. How much worse than what she was already feeling could the sun be? Death had never scared her. But pain? Even though she had always healed from it, she hated pain.
And with this much pain, she was ready to die. All thanks to her brother, Donovan.
She’d hoped he was gone, done with her, but she felt him next to her. She could smell his scent, even through the blood that had come streaming out of her broken nose.
Donovan, that ass, kneeled down and moved her hair so that it wasn’t blocking her view of him.
“See, Valerie, I can be nice when I want to.” He chuckled and cast a glance over his shoulder, where, she imagined, one of his goons stood. She couldn’t see from this angle. Probably Jean-Pierre, his right-hand man and the one that had delivered the sucker punch that set her up for her brother’s beat-down.
He turned back to her. “I just never care to be nice,” he continued. He leaned a little closer, enough so that she could smell his breath. “That’s the difference between you and me.”
The soldiers laughed, and she imagined ripping their pitiful, small-brained heads from their bodies. They’d ambushed her as she walked down the rainy street. Lost in her thoughts, she would’ve been able to take them any other time, but today something had changed. She lost focus… and direction.
She’d seen the chaos, the death, the truth. If the lies had been a veil covering her eyes, today had ripped it from her face and exposed the ugliness that was truth. Now the reality of her situation didn’t sit right with her. Especially not when she’d turned to see one of her brother’s men taking the life of a child. A defenseless child, dead, for no reason. And now… she couldn’t do anything to stop the ruthless pricks.
It sucked.
“You. Are. A. Dick,” she managed between pained breaths and choking on the sewer runoff that found its way into her mouth again.
She coughed up and half-vomited, pleased to see the scrunched up expression on Donovan’s face when some of the sewage-spit-meets-vomit hit his shoes.
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About Justin Sloan:
Justin Sloan writes urban fantasy, epic military fantasy, and
supernatural thrillers. He is a video game writer (Game of Thrones;
Walking Dead; Michonne, Minecraft: Story Mode), novelist (Allie Strom
and the Ring of Solomon; Teddy Bears in Monsterland, Back by Sunrise,
Falls of Redemption), podcaster, and screenwriter.
He has written on taking writing from hobby to career in his book Creative Writing Career and its sequel, and how veterans can pursue their passions in Military Veterans in Creative Careers. Justin studied writing at the Johns Hopkins University and UCLA after five years in the U.S. Marine Corps, and now works as a writer and editor for Military.com.
He has written on taking writing from hobby to career in his book Creative Writing Career and its sequel, and how veterans can pursue their passions in Military Veterans in Creative Careers. Justin studied writing at the Johns Hopkins University and UCLA after five years in the U.S. Marine Corps, and now works as a writer and editor for Military.com.
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About Michael Anderle:
Michael Anderle (ok, weird talking about myself in the 3rd person)
(1967-Hopefully a long time from NOW) was born in Houston, Tx. A very
curious child, he got into trouble - a lot. What to do with an
inquisitive mind when he was grounded? Read!
Ok, done with all of that 3rd person stuff.
In the first 20 years, I mostly read Science Fiction and Fantasy. In the last 10 years I have enjoyed Urban Fantasy and Military Fiction. With this background, I've been blessed with creating The Kurtherian Gambit series, a well-selling, and fan loved, collection of stories.
The fans have propelled these stories beyond my wildest imagination and they should get all of the credit for sharing with friends, family and occasionally the random person on the street. They are fantastic!
Ok, done with all of that 3rd person stuff.
In the first 20 years, I mostly read Science Fiction and Fantasy. In the last 10 years I have enjoyed Urban Fantasy and Military Fiction. With this background, I've been blessed with creating The Kurtherian Gambit series, a well-selling, and fan loved, collection of stories.
The fans have propelled these stories beyond my wildest imagination and they should get all of the credit for sharing with friends, family and occasionally the random person on the street. They are fantastic!
"Justice Is Calling" (Reclaiming Honor, Book 1) is a thrilling fusion of fiction medical books expertise, and adventure. Engaging characters and a unique medical aspect make it a captivating read.
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