#DFRAT Excerpt: Eternal Damnation from Apocalypse by Larissa Ione

Posted June 26, 2012 by Holly in Features | 0 Comments

They’re here.

They ride.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Born of a match between good and evil, four siblings stand between hell’s minions and everything they want to destroy. They are the Lords of Deliverance, and they have the power to ward off Doomsday . . . or let it ride . . .

THE LORDS OF DELIVERANCE COMPENDIUM

New York Times bestselling author Larissa Ione brings readers behind the scenes with this definitive guide to her latest imaginative, epic series featuring the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. With character descriptions, key player background information, a handy glossary of terms and special abilities, a Q&A inspired by reader questions, and an all-new, exclusive short story, this is a must-read for every Larissa Ione fan. As an added bonus, this compendium includes an extended sneak peek at the next book in the Lords of Deliverance series, Lethal Rider.

Excerpt from ETERNAL DAMNATION

A short story from the Lords of Deliverance Compendium by Larissa Ione

Someone was watching him.

Yenrieth grinned as he eased toward the shore, moving slowly to give whoever was watching a satisfactory show. Verrine would cluck her tongue at him and tell him he was too vain for his own good.

That was probably true.

He looked around for his fellow angel, wondering where she was. They’d been given the most tedious duty, and for two years they’d spent their nights patrolling the nearby forests for hellrats.

Hellrats.

The assignment was supposed to be some sort of training to teach them to develop their skills with holy fire. Hunting hellrats was fledgling work, and Yenrieth had progressed beyond that a decade ago. Unfortunately, his superiors didn’t agree.

He strode up onto the bank and donned the plain white robe that was standard issue for all novice angels. As he slipped into his calfskin boots, a rustling from the forest caught his attention. He waited for a sense of evil to alert him about the nature of whatever was skittering through the underbrush, but nothing struck him as odd.

But then, sensing evil was Yenrieth’s weakness, even though he didn’t admit that to anyone. His skills with holy fire couldn’t be topped, so did it matter if he was a few seconds slow when it came to identifying evil?

A gray blur flickered in his peripheral vision, and he whirled, catching sight of the spiny hellrat as it tried to dart to the pool for a drink. In an instant Yenrieth summoned a hot stream of holy fire and turned the demon rodent into a pile of ashes.

“Impressive.”

Yenrieth whirled, his hand burning in preparation to throw another blast of fire at whoever had snuck up on him. Instead, when he saw the black-haired, violet-eyed female standing at the edge of the water, her curvy body wrapped in a sheer purple sheathe, his palm cooled and his body heated.

He reached out with his angelic senses for an evil vibration, but he didn’t get anything. She must be human.

“Who are you?”

Her gaze dropped, taking a long, slow ride over his body before she met his eyes again. “I’m Lilith.”