Gin Crawford has enough on her plate working as an E.R.
with a special ability as an empath. But when her high
friend and colleague, Will, is attacked in the hospital,
not only sees what happened to him, but becomes the
of an unusual bracelet. As this magical bracelet, known as
Justitia, attaches itself to Gin and her own special
abilities, all hell breaks loose in her world.
Gin discovers she must work for a group called the Agency,
killing demons and their minions. For this task she has a
mentor, Aidan, who just happens to be the sexiest man Gin
ever laid eyes on. But within the Agency there appears to
deceit and betrayal, and when Gin's best friend is taken
pawn, Aidan and her twin, T, are the only people she can
trust. Even though Aidan has secrets of his own. As Gin
struggles with her new role, she tries to control the
of her tortured past. Kidnapped by a demon, will Gin be
enough to succeed in her role as demon slayer? Or will her
past haunt her forever?
If demons, slayers, and brooding Guardians are your thing,
then DEMON LORE by Karilyn Bentley is right up your
Full of magical detail and fast paced, I must admit that I
get confused occasionally, but soon got myself back on
DEMON LORE by Karilyn Bentley is action packed, and will
definitely appeal to Buffy fans.
Gin Crawford has enough problems dealing with her empath
abilities. Finding out she's the world's newest demon-
is the last thing she needs. Unfortunately, when she
on a mysterious bracelet she is given no other choice. On
the plus side, her new gig comes with Tall, Dark and
Handsome, a mage who may or may not have her best
Thrust into a power-play between good and evil, Gin must
choose a side before she becomes the next victim in the
The evil man-thing stands on my porch, his lips turning
in a menacing smile of death. I donít need to touch him
to know he wants me dead. Muscles freeze, trapping my
breath in my lungs. Like a rabbit in view of a wolf, Iím
immobilized, waiting for deathís blow. Time slows, his
gaze locks on mine, trapping me in place.
Move, move, move! My mind screams as the manís fingers
But the spike of adrenaline explodes into my limbs too
late to stop the backhand blow slamming across my jaw.
I superman it halfway across the living room. Land on the
hardwood floor in a thud of pain-ridden limbs. My jaw
morphs into a screaming ball of nerves. My head no sooner
hits the floor than I hear the bracelet scream, a high-
pitched wail quivering through my skin like vibrations
from a tuning fork. The bracelet tightens around my
wrist, cutting off the circulation, and then it loosens
with a pop at the same time I hear the door click closed.
Ohgodohgodohgod, Iím going to die. I donít want to die.
No, no, no, no, no. Pain and terror hold me crumpled on
the floor as my mind crawls backward in time.
But Iím no longer a child, fearful of fists and words,
cowering on the ground.
Iím a fighter.
My head spins, but I refuse to lie on the floor waiting
to be killed, so I attempt to stand. Evil Guy laughs as I
ass-plant it. Laughs as a moan escapes my lips. He takes
a step toward me, right arm drawn back for a hit. His
fist hurls toward my face, but I manage to block it with
my left arm. My right arm, the one with the bracelet,
shoves forward, slamming into his chest.
His black eyes widen, mouth open in surprise, his hands
fluttering to his chest before dropping. I stare at my
hand, stare hard, for Iím as surprised as Evil Guy. The
bracelet had become a sword, a long, thin spike of metal
extending from the silver links, straight into Evil Guyís
Definitely a sword. The flat of the blade rests against
the back of my hand, cool metal heating from the warmth
of my skin. Small silver links circle around my palm,
lending stability to the two-foot long sword.
Iím not sure which scares me more, Evil Guy paying me a
visit or the fact the bracelet performed a morphing