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Phoenix Chronicles #3
St. Martin's Press
November 2009
On Sale: November 3, 2009
Featuring: Elizabeth Phoenix; Jimmy Sanducci
352 pages
ISBN: 0312366027
EAN: 9780312366025
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Romance Paranormal, Fantasy Urban

Also by Lori Handeland:

Blame It On Midnight, August 2023
Paperback / e-Book
Nothing Good Happens After Midnight, June 2023
e-Book
Just Once, October 2019
Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Just Once, January 2019
Hardcover / e-Book
Smoke On The Water, August 2015
Paperback / e-Book
Heat of the Moment, July 2015
Paperback / e-Book
In The Air Tonight, June 2015
Paperback / e-Book
The Perfect Date, November 2014
e-Book
Tall, Dark and Paranormal, September 2014
e-Book
Dances With Demons, April 2014
Paperback / e-Book
Zombie Island, May 2012
Trade Size / e-Book
Crave the Moon, July 2011
Paperback
Moon Cursed, March 2011
Paperback / e-Book
Marked By The Moon, November 2010
Paperback
Shakespeare Undead, June 2010
Trade Size
Chaos Bites, May 2010
Mass Market Paperback
Apocalypse Happens, November 2009
Mass Market Paperback
Doomsday Can Wait, May 2009
Mass Market Paperback
Any Given Doomsday, November 2008
Mass Market Paperback
Mothers Of The Year, April 2008
Paperback
Thunder Moon, January 2008
Mass Market Paperback
No Rest for the Witches, October 2007
Paperback
Moon Fever, October 2007
Mass Market Paperback
Hidden Moon, August 2007
Paperback
Rising Moon, January 2007
Paperback
My Big Fat Supernatural Wedding, November 2006
Trade Size
Midnight Moon, August 2006
Paperback
Dates From Hell, April 2006
Paperback
The Mommy Quest, March 2006
Paperback
Crescent Moon, February 2006
Paperback
A Soldier's Quest, August 2005
Paperback
Dark Moon, June 2005
Paperback
Hunter's Moon, February 2005
Paperback
Stroke of Midnight, November 2004
Paperback
Blue Moon, October 2004
Paperback
The Husband Quest:, September 2004
Mass Market Paperback
The Brother Quest, March 2004
Paperback
The Daddy Quest:, August 2003
Mass Market Paperback
Then He Kissed Her, May 2003
Paperback
The Farmer's Wife, December 2002
Paperback
A Sheriff In Tennessee, June 2002
Paperback
Nate, January 2002
Paperback
Rico, November 2001
Paperback
An Outlaw For Christmas, October 2001
Paperback
Reese, September 2001
Paperback
Leave It To Max, August 2001
Paperback
Doctor, Doctor, February 2001
Paperback
When You Wish, November 2000
Paperback
Loving A Legend, September 2000
Paperback
Mother Of The Year, June 2000
Paperback
Just After Midnight, October 1999
Paperback
Dreams Of An Eagle, September 1998
Mass Market Paperback
By Any Other Name, June 1998
Mass Market Paperback
Trick Or Treat, November 1997
Mass Market Paperback
Full Moon Dreams, August 1996
Mass Market Paperback
D.J.'s Angel, September 1995
Paperback
Charlie And The Angel, April 1995
Paperback
Shadow Lover, March 1995
Paperback
Second Chance, August 1994
Paperback

Excerpt of Apocalypse Happens by Lori Handeland

They are free.

Those words had whispered through my head only a few weeks ago. Taken out of context, the phrase should be uplifting.

Freedom’s good. Right?

Unless you’re talking about demons.

The earth is full of them. They’re called the Nephilim. They’re the offspring of the fallen angels—or Grigori--and the daughters of men.

Yes, the angels really fell. Hard. Their story is a perfect illustration why everyone should toe the proverbial line. Piss off God, wind up in Tartarus-a fiery pit in the lowest level of hell.

Word is God sent the Grigori to keep an eye on the humans. In the end, the angels were the ones who needed watching. So God banished them from the earth—bam, you’re legend--but he left their progeny behind to test us. Eden was a memory. We’d proved we didn’t deserve it. But I don’t think we deserved the Nephilim either.

Fast forward a million millennia. The prophesies of Revelation are bearing down on us like runaway horses. Perhaps four of them? No matter what the forces of good do to prevent the end of the world, nothing’s working.

And that’s where I come in.

Elizabeth Phoenix, Liz to my friends. They call me the leader of the light. I got dropped into the middle of this whole Doomsday mess, and I’m having a helluva time getting back out.

For reasons beyond mine or anyone else’s comprehension, Tartarus opened; the Grigori flew free, and now all hell has broken loose. Literally.

“Dammit, Lizzy! Duck!”

I ducked. Razor sharp claws swooshed through the air right where my head had been. Not only did I duck, but I rolled. Good thing too, since seconds later something sliced into the ground right next to my head.

I’d come to Los Angeles with Jimmy Sanducci, head demon killer and my second in command, to ferret out a nest of varcolacs. Eclipse demons. Kind of rare considering they hail from Romania but I’d seen stranger things.

Sure, the smog in LA could be blamed for the dark splotches that kept appearing over the moon and the sun, which is what everyone around here believed. But I knew better.

The varcolac tugged on its arm, trying to free the needle-like appendages it used for fingers from the desert dust. Part human, part dragon, varcolacs are rumored to eat the sun and the moon, thus causing said eclipses. And if they ever succeeded in actually devouring those celestial bodies, the end of the world is nigh. Since I’ve been trying to prevent that, I dragged Jimmy to LA, and we started hunting.

Before the varcolac could use his other arm to kill me, Sanducci sliced through its neck. When dealing with Nephilim, head slicing usually worked. At the least, being without a head slowed down even the most determined demon.

Jimmy’s dark gaze met mine. “Get up,” he ordered, before turning away to dispatch more bad guys.

I tried not to let the chill in his eyes bother me. Sanducci would never allow anything to hurt me; he’d loved me once. Right now, however, love was no longer on the table, and I had no one to blame for that but myself.

I did a kip, from my back to my feet in one quick movement--a state champion medal in high school gymnastics had been coming in very handy lately--then retrieved my own sword and went back to hacking.

Once in LA it hadn’t taken Jimmy and I long to find the varcolacs in the desert. Most days they appeared human. They lived their lives; they blended in, only going dragon beneath an eclipse.

Which came first the chicken or the egg? The dragon eating the moon or the moon going dark and bringing out the dragon? Hard to say.

What I did know was that as soon as the Grigori flew free, all the Nephilim stopped hiding. Their time had come. And things, for me and my kind, had become a bit dicey.

Previously, each demon killer had worked with a seer— someone who possessed a psychic gift to see past the Nephilim’s human disguise to the demon that lay within.

I’d been a seer once myself, but things had changed.

Oh, I was still psychic—always had been. Since I was old enough to talk, maybe before, I could touch animate and inanimate objects and I’d know things—what people had done, where they’d gone, what they thought.

But later, when I’d become the leader of the light, I’d inherited the ability of the woman who’d raised me. As Ruthie Kane died in my arms, all her power transferred to me. I’d wound up not only psychometric, but suddenly I could channel too. Ruthie might be dead, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t hear her, talk to her, sometimes even see her. She became my conduit. Whenever a Nephilim was near, I heard about it in Ruthie’s whisper on the wind, and when they were up to something major—they always were--I received a vision to tell me all about it. At least until recently.

“Too many,” Jimmy muttered.

We were covered in varcolac blood. We’d hacked up a dozen, but a dozen more had appeared. We needed help, but there wasn’t any to spare.

The federation—that group of demon killers, or DKs, and seers who’d been charged with fighting this supernatural war—had been seriously depleted after Ruthie’s death, and we couldn’t just pick up a few new demon killers at the demon killer superstore. They had to be trained. New seers had to be discovered. I hadn’t had time to do much recruiting, even before the whole Tartarus opening, Grigori escaping incident. And now . . .

Now I wasn’t going to have time to do much but ride the runaway train to Armageddon. Basically, we were fucked. But that didn’t mean we were going to quit. Besides, I had a secret weapon. What I liked to call a vampire in a box.

I lifted my arm, traced my fingers along the magic jeweled dog collar that circled my neck. As long as I wore the thing, I was me. But if I took it off—

“No, Lizzy.”

I glanced at Jimmy. He’d seen me fingering the necklace. Even if he didn’t know me better than just about anyone, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what I’d been contemplating.

One of the varcolacs charged, dragon wings flapping, talons outstretched. Jimmy hacked off its head with only a token glance in that direction. He was good. I still needed to put a bit more effort into killing things.

I let go of the collar, faced the next varcolac with both hands around my sword and did what needed to be done. I lost track of Jimmy for a while. The damn demons seemed to be multiplying. For every one we killed, two more came out of the darkness. Their wings flickered against the silvery light of the gibbous moon, reminding me of the night the Grigori had flown free, their spirits darkening what had then been a perfectly round orb.

Jimmy cried out, the sound making my heart jolt, my head turn. One of the varcolacs had speared him through the shoulder with a talon, lifting him clear off the ground. Blood dripped into the sand, turning the moon pale grains black. Jimmy’s sword lay at his feet.

There appeared to be an army of dragon men behind them. Their scaly wings flapped in syncopation, filling the sky with a morbid tick-tock. Dragon heads and arms, human legs and torsos that sprouted dragon’s wings.

“Surrender, seer.” The varcolac snorted fire from his nose. Jimmy hissed when the flames started his pants on fire.

“No.” I lopped off the nearest varcolac head, which hit the ground with a dull thud, rolled a few feet and disintegrated into ashes along with the still upright body. If you killed a Nephilim correctly, clean ups weren’t any problem at all.

“You can’t win, he said. “We are legion.”

He was probably right, but giving up . . .

Just wasn’t my style.

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