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The Witch of Lurago Blitz

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Rootstock Saga, Book 3
Epic Fantasy
Release Date: May 1, 2020
Publisher: Each Voice Publishing
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Resistance rumbles. Rebellion erupts. War sweeps across the continents as Rhynn and Este fight to free their people. Seth leads an army of unlikely allies into battle. As he chases the Butcher of Bloody Bend toward Jorendon, his darkest secret follows him, daring him to face a truth that could cost him all he loves.
Malatchee Mico confronts Tobias about betraying his trust. Determined to free his sister’s son from captivity, Malatchee gives Tobias one chance to restore the balance or else leave Tallu forever. They will go to war in Philippeon together and drive the Laradian snakes into the sea. But with war comes sacrifice. Who will pay the price?
Mouse gets a name and meets her Reader. Dara struggles with the horror of his crime. Deighton faces an accounting for his deceit. Puppeteers incite mass panic, and the kazera venture out of hiding.
The Rootstock Saga characters you know so well are in a race against time. The water is rising, and the Watchers are coming for the harvest. Even as war distracts them from the paths the Patterns demand they follow, when the Witch of Lurago awakens a mindgift like no other, the chalyns and their destinies begin to converge.
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L.H. Leonard writes epic fantasy because she prefers imaginary worlds to dysfunctional real ones. She’s been a technologist (computer geek and manager thereof) in the financial and media industries for most of her career, and sidelines as micro-publisher Each Voice Publishing. When getting paid doesn’t matter, she’s an animal rescuer, artist, almost-master gardener, and a surprisingly good cook.
She and her husband live happily ever after in Georgia, where their forever home is a short trek from the Chattahoochee River through woods filled with deer, coyotes, owls, the occasional bear, and of course, hawks.
Their progeny are creative individualists, the eldest of whom has given them a small tribe of grandchildren. They’re the real Children of Promise.
Rootstock Saga is her completed epic fantasy series. All four titles will be released during 2020, a few months apart.
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Guardian of the Sunshine Bride Blitz

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Sīhalt Series, Book One
Fantasy, Epic Fantasy
Publisher: Lock10 Press
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A man with a dark past meets a girl with a bright future. Their choices will change the world.
Princess Kathleen is betrothed to the powerful Prince of Tyath. The arrangement was made when she was just a child. She is duty bound to save her people from starvation and sees the marriage as her only option. That is until she meets the Sīhalt Guardian sent to protect her during her dangerous journey to the altar. The vigorous guardian steals her first kiss, but will he be able to keep her safe and steal her heart?
Jared spent his childhood in the cold north training to be a Sīhalt Guardian – the fiercest of protectors. While seeking revenge for his sister’s death, he sets off a chain of events that endangers the next person he decides to protect. Will one act of vengeance cost him the forbidden love of the Princess he longs for?
Heathron has managed to become the heir to an empire, but he needs to be married to assume the throne. Despite all the manipulative efforts of the beautiful, back-stabbing young ladies of the Golden City, he dreams of the illustrious young girl the met as a child. Will he still love the Princess as secrets unravel and he discovers the truth about her journey to him with the warrior?
Cedric will stop at nothing to reclaim the ancestral lands of his people and drink from the skull of the man who killed his father. As he unites his army of ruthless barbarians, Cedric knows that capturing the Princess is his best chance at securing all his evil desires. Will the Princess survive being a pawn in his dangerous scheme filled with deceit and destruction?
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Other Books in the Sīhalt Series:
Guardian of the Golden City
Sīhalt Series, Book Two
Publisher: Lock10 Press
Princess Kathleen Dal Sundi survived her wedding procession. Now she must face the dangers of the Golden City — a place of grandeur and prestige. Her betrothed, the powerful Prince of Tyath, has demanded a chance to win her love before offering their wedding vows.
Kathleen is torn between duty and desire, but agrees to the compromise. The Sīhalt Guardian, who captured her heart, leaves to find his brother, while forces beyond her control rise up to threaten the foundations of the Empire.
Joined by a group of colorful friends, Kathleen soon learns that strength can be found in many forms, and resisting evil requires her to cling to life and love.
 
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Austin Rehl lives in beautiful Marietta Ohio. He enjoys sculpting, dancing, reading and working on the farm. He is currently going through his “Mid-Life Renaissance” complete with a sports car, new endeavors, and a better work-out routine. He admits that becoming an author was part of that new birth. He shares his life with his wife Wendy, and their six children. Austin Rehl is a practicing member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
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The Path of the Spirit Runner Blitz

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Rootstock Saga, Book 2
Epic Fantasy
Date Published: February 29, 2020
Publisher: Each Voice Publishing
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Gifted or cursed? Isobel is a healer, and the Hawks who accepted her, broken and different as she was, need her help. But she must hide the truth behind her healing power. She is an empath.
John Deighton, The Prophet, is back in Innis and stoking the embers of bigotry and superstition, scouring the realm and imprisoning mindgifted Aurels. When he corners Isobel, will she fight back or succumb to her old fears and lingering scars of the Beast of Monaughty? Will she answer the call of a healer if it costs her everything she loves?
Far across the sea, Tobias Buchanan is racing against time to build New Rhynn as a haven for his clan. As the noose of oppression squeezes tighter in Innis, the Hawks may soon be forced to choose between their homeland and their way of life. Can he earn a place for his Hawks amongst the Este of Tallu? Can he prove Rhynns are worthy of their trust?
Meanwhile, the Este are discovering their own place in the Awakening and the Joining. Spirit runners grow more powerful by the year, and the Mists hover closer over Tallu. But will it be enough when the water rises? Will they be ready before the cycle ends?
Path of the Spirit Runner is the enthralling continuation of the Rootstock Saga. Evolution and oppression. Magical mindgifts and dragon science. The characters you loved in Legend of the Storm Hawks come of age and weave their own threads in the Patterns.
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Rootstock Saga, Book 1
Publisher: Each Voice Publishing
Published: January 2020
Someday soon, your world will end. Ending is not as final as it sounds. Our world has ended before. When it does, be patient. Those of your time will linger and watch new cycles unfold. Some will walk this spinning blue rock again. A few will shape its destiny.
Get lost in the story. The richly detailed fantasy adventure you’ve been looking for is here. Stunning world-building. Sweeping cast of unforgettable characters. A riveting saga of the magic evolving in us all. Perfect for fans of George R. R. Martin, Brent Weeks, and Brandon Sanderson.
Legend of the Storm Hawks introduces the Rootstock Saga, four novels all due to release in 2020. Not a light read, this is serious fantasy for serious fantasy fans. Set on a future Earth, our own history echoes from the shadows. Adversity awakens gifts in this tale of evolution and survival. Science meets fantasy in a burgeoning of psychic and psionic power, and the mindgifted struggle with bigotry, abuse, theocracy, gender roles, climate change, and the temptations of power and privilege. Their intricately interwoven POV voices and plots converge in a long, rewarding end game.
A master player convinces the pawn the move is its own. Nigel has been at the game longer than most, but lately the pawns keep turning into rogue knights. It’s damned inconvenient of them, considering the world is about to end again.
The Watchers will soon declare this cycle over, as they have so many cycles before, shrugging off yet another rise and fall of humankind, and giving the dragons another turn at dominion.
Brynmohr is King of the Firstborn, and Twelvestones is the last bastion of a once-mighty nene dynasty. As the first people to walk the earth, the Firstborn consider it their birthright to rule over mankind. Half-breeds between their kinds are always sterile, but the daughters born of Brynmohr’s irrational affection for a woman are defying the Patterns.
Sethlyan and Isobel are unaware they’re expendable pawns in an increasingly complex game. Seth is the second son of the Second of Aleron. He’s tired of hearing rumors he and his friends are the prophesied Storm Hawks, destined to free Rhynn from centuries of oppression. He knows better. So does the Other, the voice only he can hear.
Isobel survived the Beast of Monaughty. Her father is dead, but his brutality haunts her. When her brother, the Rhi’Iverach, forges an alliance with the Hawks of Aleron, Isobel finds herself promised to a stranger named Sethlyan.
Her trust is hard to earn. His is hard to give.
A deadly attack leaves them with a telepathic bond neither wants, and awakens mindgifts they struggle to accept. When rebellion brings Nigel and his charges to the precipice of war, they must choose between hiding their secrets or wielding their power, fighting their oppressors or sacrificing freedom for peace.
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L.H. Leonard writes epic fantasy because she prefers imaginary worlds to dysfunctional real ones. She’s been a technologist (computer geek and manager thereof) in the financial and media industries for most of her career, and sidelines as micro-publisher Each Voice Publishing. When getting paid doesn’t matter, she’s an animal rescuer, artist, almost-master gardener, and a surprisingly good cook.
She and her husband live happily ever after in Georgia, where their forever home is a short trek from the Chattahoochee River through woods filled with deer, coyotes, owls, the occasional bear, and of course, hawks.
Their progeny are creative individualists, the eldest of whom has given them a small tribe of grandchildren. They’re the real Children of Promise.
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The Mercenary Code – Blitz

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  May 2019
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The
Shattering of Kingdoms, Book 1
Break
the Code. Shatter the World.
Centuries
ago, the murder of a beloved king tore apart the Kingdom of Caledun. The land
was plunged into chaos and thousands perished in the aftermath. A new order was
established in an attempt to return Caledun to its former glory. It failed, but
in its place rose the beginnings of the Code.
During
this same period, the mystical caretakers of the Great Wood retreated from the
world of Kal Maran, their disappearance an ominous harbinger of the suffering
that was to follow. The Great Wood now grows out of control. Cities, towns, and
villages have fallen before the relentless march of the forest. Without the
former guardians to keep her tame, the wood has become a place of peril, and dark
creatures of legend now hunt beneath its leaves.
The
summer season is now a time of armed conflict. The fall of the old monarchy has
brought about a ceaseless cycle of combat. Grievances are settled by the strict
tenets of a binding Mercenary Code and the men who would die to preserve its
honour.
However,
change is in the air. Political rivalries have escalated, and dire rumblings of
a revolution abound. Thrust to the forefront of the shattered land’s politics,
a mercenary fights for more than just riches. In the north, a borderland
soldier wrestles with his own demons and looks to find his true purpose. And in
the shadow of the Great Wood, a young man’s chance encounter with a strange
visitor gives hope to a land divided.
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chapter
IX
Bider’s
gaze wandered over the assembled enemy troops camped beyond bow range on the
outskirts of the city. At least a thousand men lay to the west, another four
hundred were guarding any attempt at a sortie from the south gate. A dozen
distinct banners flapped in the strong wind, with each company standard easy to
distinguish from Bider’s elevated vantage point. He studied the banners and
counted only one northern company among the groups to the south. Most were
unfamiliar him, and his eyes settled uneasily on the symbol of the black hyena
belonging to Khali’s Reavers.
Nudging
Orn, Bider gestured out towards the standard. “What’s the story behind the
Reavers?” he asked. “You’ve been around since the early days of the Fey’Derin.”
“The
Reavers are a bad lot,” Orn said, spitting over the wall. “A very bad lot.”
“That’s
what I know, not what I want to hear,” Bider pressed.
Orn
gave his companion a deliberate once over before answering. “Over the last
century or so, there have been several unspoken rules in our profession,” he
began, “One, is to always minimize casualties of the innocent, especially women
and children. Another is to always accord captured officers fair and just
treatment. Although such rules were never written into the Code, mercenary
companies don’t take kindly to torturers —”
“So
Khali’s men tortured officers?” Bider interrupted with alarm.
“If
you’re going to interrupt, I’ll stop right here and now,” Orn growled. “Now are
you going to shut that trap of yours or not?”
“Yes,
sorry.” Bider answered timidly.
“As
I was saying, there are several actions that are widely frowned upon. The last
revolves around a company’s base of operations during the winter months. Be it
a temporary encampment, or a permanent home city, it matters not. You leave the
men and their families alone. There’s plenty of time for killing when the
spring arrives.” Pausing to take a long sip from his ever-present flask, Orn
shot Bider a suspicious look. “You won’t say anything to the Captain now will
you?” he glared.
“Not
as long as I hear this story …” Bider responded carefully.
“Well,
it was three seasons ago, the year before you came on as a recruit, and the
company was staying south for the winter. It was the first time the Captain
chose not to take us back north to Briar, instead planning to stay near the
eastern edge of the Caeronwood. Sergeant Fenton and the Lieutenant left the
autumn campaign early with our newest recruits and built a relatively
comfortable camp for the men. Rumours began to swirl by season’s end that a few
southern companies had been contracted out later than the usual, and many
mercenaries across the region speculated at what might be developing. Seems a
few of the nobles in the Protectorate territories held the northern companies
in some contempt, deeming them unfit to fight in southern lands.”
“But
the Code states that the whole of Kal Maran is fit for any company to do
battle,” Bider retorted.
“That’s
right, but it doesn’t mean it sits well with some of the noblemen hereabouts.
The Code isn’t perfect, and men’s hearts can be easily twisted, even by the
most mundane of things,” Orn continued. “After the Battle of Cobourne, where
the Fey’Derin fought for Lord Erion Brawn, word escaped that an early winter
bounty was out on our company. It seems the Captain’s choice of employer over
the years had angered certain factions, most notably Lord Yarr and his ally
Duke Garius of Imlaris.”
“I’m
not familiar with that name.” Bider said.
“He
paid a large price to spearhead the campaign against our recruits. They hit the
camp before we could muster our strength and warn them. That twelve of the
fifty-six men survived, including Lieutenant Burnaise, is something of a
miracle. It was a slaughter, and our young men had no chance. Bran, that big
brute of an Axeman, still sports a nasty scar under that beard of his, but at
least he survived, unlike many of his friends.”
“And
it was Khali’s men that attacked?” Bider hesitated to ask.
“Aye,
it was. They showed no quarter. Women who had arrived from the north or
sweethearts from the nearby towns, it mattered little. Khali’s men murdered
them all. Sergeant Fenton died trying to protect his young son and wife,” Orn
replied gloomily.
“The
Captain was cold that day. He showed no emotion, and yet we all knew he was
hurting. His vengeance was swift and as unmerciful as the unjust attack. He
mustered half the company and ambushed Garius as he travelled between cities.
No one walked away from that battle unscarred. Captain Silveron ignored the
man’s pleas for mercy and took his head, sending it in a box to Gadian
Yarr.  Then we travelled north, taking a
winding road through the Erienn mountain range, passing by Dragon Mount and the
Silveryn Mages.”
“And
the Reavers?” Bider asked, entranced by the sorrow etched in the storyteller’s
words.
“We
fought them the following season. Sergeant McConnal nearly destroyed their
vanguard single-handedly, and the Captain, well he was both terrifying and
awe-inspiring to behold. We haven’t seen those bastards in well over a year
now, and it’s all any of us involved in that ambush can do to hold our tempers
in check. There’s a reckoning still to come. The Captain swore on those dead
men that he would kill the man who coldly slaughtered those innocents, and if I
know the Captain, that day is coming.” Orn hung his head as he finished,
staring solemnly at the ground.
A
long moment passed, and Bider felt a pang of guilt knowing that he had reopened
old wounds. Ignoring Orn as he took a second and then third pull from his
silver flask, Bider slipped down the stone staircase and left his friend alone
with his thoughts.
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Emmet
Moss lives in Canada with his family and cat. He is a sports enthusiast and an
avid reader of fantasy and science fiction. The Mercenary Code is the first
installment of his Shattering of Kingdoms epic fantasy series. Book two, The
King’s Guard, is set for release in Fall 2019.
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GREEN TUNICS OF NOON – Book Tour

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Series: The Great Wyrm Saga Book 2
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Publisher: Azure Spider Publications
Publication Date: October 1, 2018
Will the daughter of prophecy prevail?
The Daughter of Prophecy has joined with her Regalta. Jarvis’s ships have conquered the lands of men. Now the islands of men are enshrouded in darkness stunting the growth of plants and animals. Supplies flow from Jarvis’s islands, but are they safe? Monsters fill the villages and cities. Are they mutated cannibals of the once peaceful fishermen?
Meanwhile in the land of the syln, Jarvis launches an attack on their biggest food producing island. His new allies pour in, ones that are immune to syln magic. Jarvis struggles to deal with the implications of these supernatural beings.
Can Levet turn the tide against the dragons, or is she hampered by crippling headaches every time she has to defend herself?
Cindar lays eggs by the dozens and already the islands are filled with new terrors. Dragons are appearing on all islands, harassing their defenders or learning from the citizens.
Don’t miss the next exciting book in the Great Wyrm Saga.
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Dave lay on his back in the boarding house, smelling the perfume of Cinnamon left on his dress shirt. Warmth spread through him though he hadn’t had sex with her. She seemed to know when he just wanted to cuddle.

The pager sounded from the bedside table. He grabbed it and looked at the number. Laya again. He picked up the phone and dialed the number to the office.

“Another dead girl by the university. Same MO. I need you to investigate,” the sheriff told him.

Dave tightened his tie and put on his sports coat. Maybe Jolene would be there, but he doubted it. The university would send their own crime unit.

The Alpha Sigma Theta fraternity specialized in students who were in law school, full of young, budding future international trade law students sent here by their fathers’ big checkbooks.

The scene was worse than he imagined. There was not one dead girl but five, and no fewer than fifteen school boys. The police had cordoned off the house, preventing anyone from leaving while they took statements.

Dobrowski stood over the girls. “Where did they come from?”

“A website. Coed escorts,” an officer said.

“Spiders again?”

“Yes, they started consuming the kids about an hour ago. The fraternity called 911. By the time the medics arrived, the girls were dead and the guys who had sex with them were dying.”

The evidence team scoured the house, collecting small spiders. The rec room floor was covered in the writhing bodies of dying spiders. Blood had spilled on the carpet from the devouring and the air reeked of rotten eggs.

The girls that were there but still alive were from the Omega Mu sorority. They were in sleek dresses with perfectly coiffed hair bound up in elegant sweeps.

“What brings you here?” Dave asked the first girl. “This doesn’t seem like your kind of party.”

“The Alpha Sigs are a big deal. They graduate lawyers and MBAs. It is a smart investment on our part.”

“And what does your sorority specialize in? MRS?” Dave took down a note.

The girl bristled. “We are a sorority of lawyers and premed students. We will be having our own careers, but meeting the right kind of man who will help bolster our career is very important,” Brandi retorted.

“So, did you see these people, you know, getting it on?”

“That is disgusting. I will tell you this much: they would leave the room, go to their rooms and come back. We knew what these girls were. We also know that they live in the dorms. They use the website to raise extra money for their tuition.”

“Why didn’t they just go to the brothel? They are good-looking enough.”

“And what, get stuck living out at the ranch every weekend? Have no control over their own schedule?” Brandi grimaced. “That doesn’t sound like good business to me. Why give the ranch fifty percent when they can keep the whole ball of wax?”

“Hmm… let me think. Weekly health checks, protection with massive security guys, and… oh yes! It is illegal off tribal lands.”

“Well they weren’t in our sorority. But who is to say that we should stop them?”

“Aren’t you worried that your enlightened men would bring something home once you were married?”

“Look at their website. They are high-priced and exclusive, not some skanky streetwalker at Shattered Dreams.”

Dave turned next to the president of the fraternity. “I see you have refrained from sampling the house special today. What is your name?”

“I am Clyvin, the president of Alpha Sigma. I have a girlfriend in the Omega Mus. She would have my balls if she caught me banging a hooker.”

“Still, over twenty dead, the rec room a carpet of black spiders and every boy who slept with the girls is now dead. I am about to arrest you for promoting prostitution. This was planned for the party and in case you missed the memo, prostitution is illegal in Washington State. The reason why the House is able to be run legally is because it is on tribal land and they are covered by federal law.”

“But the women on the ranch don’t make house calls. And this was supposed to be a private party. No one was supposed to be hurt.”

“That doesn’t make it any more legal.” Dave turned to the officers. “Arrest him, and anyone else who looks like they are in charge. Someone hired these girls and that someone needs to pay.”

Clyvin pointed toward one of the dead fraternity boys. “Roger did it. That is him over there.”

“Nice that he gave us the pass on his prosecution. But you are still coming downtown with me.”

The medical examiner was still putting bodies in body bags when Dave left the house. What is going on? Is Cinnamon safe? Could he convince her to leave the profession and marry him?

Back at the squad room, the television was on in the corner and the officers were gathered around it. On the screen, in a bright red business suit with a black silk blouse, her long black hair tied up in a bun, Jezebelle addressed the crowd.

“We are saddened and sickened by the deaths of the college students, but the girls at the party were illegal. We have no way to know if they were clean or if they were infected. Here at the House of Fire and Rain, our girls are checked every week. Mandatory condoms and birth control. Weekly cervical checks and routine flushes with holy water ensure that our girls are as clean as possible. We must, as a society, protect these women and their clients. Illegal prostitution doesn’t protect our society. If you don’t believe me that only illegal girls are infected, watch Nevada. Not a single case of AIDS has been connected to a Nevada ranch. Not a single case of AIDS or STD has been connected to our house. I call upon the legislature of Washington to legalize prostitution. Get the girls off the street and into safe, clean, well-managed houses. Do this before the death toll rises.”

The press clamored for more information. She fielded questions.

“Interview her,” Laya told Dave. “Find out what she knows about what is going on. I don’t like it that she is making statements.”

Dave got into his car and drove to the brothel. The trees were bare of leaves and the deep green of the coniferous trees stood in stark contrast to the bare oaks and maples. Winter was coming to western Washington and that meant rain—a lot of it.

He pulled into the parking lot of the brothel. The door to the House was unlocked. The girls who normally lounged in the parlor with silk negligees were not in evidence.

A stunning Nubian woman with chocolate skin and velvet brown eyes greeted him. “What can I do for you, Officer?” She gave his badge a cursory glance.

“I’m here to speak with Jezebelle about the press release.”

“This way, please. We were expecting you.” The scent of musk flowed from her smooth skin and her hips swayed suggestively as she led him down to the madam’s office.

Jezebelle was still in her red suit. She rose from behind the desk and glided to Dave, taking his hand in her warm soft hands.

“I assume you are here about the interview. My attorney warned me you would be coming if I made that announcement.” Jezebelle indicated a rose-colored wingback chair for him to sit in.

“Yes, the sheriff wants to know what you know about these incidents.” Dave took the proffered seat.

“Ah that. In my profession, it helps to know of the occult and what is happening in the hidden world. These spiders, this plague, it is of demonic origins, is it not? Residue of brimstone.”

“How do you know? We never released that detail to the public.”

“People talk, and the smell of rotten eggs was present. A pact has been made between the hormanseph realm and the legal houses that the girls who had legal license would not be infected.”

“And what is in it for you? What do you stand to gain by this bargain?”

“Only the legitimacy of working girls. I am not behind this infection, but it has delivered to me the platform. The working girls need to be protected. They need to feel safe. Our oracle has predicted that this plague will sweep the world before it is curbed. I seek only to lessen the death.”

“Your oracle?”

Jezebelle drew out a scroll from her desk. “I routinely go to an oracle. There is one in Washington. Not all of the state’s occult experts live in Firemountain, you know. This one is out by Coleville. I go out to visit her once a month. She predicted that a plague would be visited upon the world. That working girls would need to be accepted by society or they will die. Thus, when the deaths started in Firemountain, I knew that the time had come. To protect the girls and their clients, I realized we needed to make theirs a socially acceptable practice. Without the acceptance of society, the death toll will be even greater.”

Dave took the readout. It was written in a nice, neat hand, evenly spaced. The script was obviously penned with a fountain pen.

 

Things will change for the whores

It will arise and change the world

The deaths of the working girls will

Make the deaths of the johns profound

No one will be immune.

Only the acceptance of whores

Only a change in our perception

Will keep the plague in check.

 

He handed the paper back to Jezebelle. “So who is behind this?”

“I’m not sure. From this note, it appears it is just starting. But I don’t know where it will go.”

“And your new girls? I saw them here last night. Where did they come from?”

“Well, from all over. They are here to learn the ins and outs of managing a brothel.”

“You seem sure that this is the start of something significant.”

“Prostitution is the oldest profession in the world and often looked down upon. Women come to our house with emotional baggage. They come looking for absolution from the abuse they suffered in their childhood homes. They want to escape. Here it is safe. We protect them, pay them, keep them healthy. And you have the temerity to tell me that I shouldn’t cause a panic?” Jezebelle rose to her feet, her black eyes flashing dangerously. “This is the beginning. Society must stop being hypocritical and acknowledge the need for prostitutes. Must accept the fact that these women need to have the same protections that any other person is allowed to have. They need to be free from pimps, and websites, and drugs. Here they are given protection and a sense of purpose. They are neither exploited nor forced to stay because of drugs. Can you say the same about the women in Seattle, or even Olympia? For the most part, the disease-ridden streetwalkers don’t exist in Firemountain because of this house. Only high-end call girls and coeds looking for a quick buck at Shattered Dreams. But what if all those girls had a safe place to stay? What would happen? How much better would our world be if their exploitation was at an end?” Jezebelle took a deep breath.

“No, Detective, I didn’t start the plague, but I will use it to further my agenda. The world needs to stop the exploitation of these women and empower them. Not just in the US, but in all the world.”

“And you think that your brothel is safe? What is to keep it from jumping there?”

“Well, we regularly douche our women in holy water, which is a great deterrent to anything demonic. But more to the point, these women have the protection of our society, which is something that the others do not. Mark my words, Detective, things will get worse.”

 

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About Victoria Lynn Osborne

Victoria Lynn Osborne

Victoria Lynn Osborne lives in Southern Oregon with her muse that takes the form of a chubby little demanding house cat. This is her sixth book, she is currently enrolled to get her masters in creative writing.

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