Becket Merriday is chief of police of the small village of Irenic, New York. For years, Beck’s sedate job has contained little more than traffic tickets and the occasional bar fight, until someone begins murdering beautiful young men in Irenic. The bodies are being found with their hearts cuts out, their heads cut off, and one clue left at every scene: the arcane symbol of a snake twined around a burning tree.
Beck is an atheist, but when he begins experiencing terrifying visions of the distant past, he is forced to confront his disbelief and examine the evidence from an occult angle. What he discovers is an ancient race of immortal beings hunted by an incredibly powerful adversary: the angel Mastema. As the body count rises, Beck and his lieutenant, Sean Logan, find themselves at the center of a deadly supernatural war. To stop the killing, Beck must find the key to his visions and his connection to the immortals, or he may become Mastema’s next victim.
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He cannot die.
He cannot be destroyed, and he never rests from the pursuit of what he desires.
When he's tired of playing with you, he'll bring all of his will to focus on you.
You won't be able to resist him.
You'll be lost.
And if he can’t have you, he’ll kill you.
EXCERPT
Chapter 9
Beck was struggling wildly in his grip. No longer gentle, Mastema pushed him back against the stone wall, pinning his wrists until he felt his bones grind. Beck cried out and Mastema rattled him like a doll, slammed him back and shouted in his face.
“What is my name?”
“I don't know!”
Even his voice enchanted. Mastema felt the pit of his belly move with excitement. “Say my name, Beck.You know who I am.”
Beck fought, kicking, turning his head to sink his teeth into unyielding flesh. “You're no part of me!”
“Oh, but I am. I always was. We shared a life together once, your life, until I was made to take it from you.” Mastema kissed his forehead, leaving a red welt. “But that life is over and here we are again. A miracle or a curse. We will see.”
"No,” Beck pleaded.
“Yes. Once more, I learn why He is the master and I am only a slave. I will teach you these things,” he promised. “Nothing will part us again.”
“I...” Beck panted, beginning to sweat even in the cold. “I won’t do this.”
“Then tell me you hate me.” Mastema pressed his body to Beck’s, feeling his helpless and involuntary response, the unwilling desire that Beck desperately wanted to deny.
"I hate you!”
Mastema laughed softly in Beck's ear, his red mouth curved in a vulpine grin, his teeth like fangs. “Your body does not.”
