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Tuesday, April 24, 2018

a ritual of dark magic - Waking the Ancients (Nemesis of the Gods #2) by Catherine Cavendish

“Cavendish has constructed such an elaborate plot—combined with painstaking research into Egyptian mythology—that the fantastical events taking place seem to literally ‘come alive’ on the pages before you.” —horrorafterdark.com 

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Release Date: April 24th, 2018

LEGACY IN DEATH

Egypt, 1908
University student Lizzie Charters accompanies her mentor, Dr. Emeryk Quintillus, on the archeological dig to uncover Cleopatra’s tomb. Her presence is required for a ceremony conducted by the renowned professor to resurrect Cleopatra’s spirit—inside Lizzie’s body. Quintillus’s success is short-lived, as the Queen of the Nile dies soon after inhabiting her host, leaving Lizzie’s soul adrift . . 

Vienna, 2018
Paula Bancroft’s husband just leased Villa Dürnstein, an estate once owned by Dr. Quintillus. Within the mansion are several paintings and numerous volumes dedicated to Cleopatra. But the archeologist’s interest in the Egyptian empress deviated from scholarly into supernatural, infusing the very foundations of his home with his dark fanaticism. And as inexplicable manifestations rattle Paula’s senses, threatening her very sanity, she uncovers the link between the villa, Quintillus, and a woman named Lizzie Charters.

And a ritual of dark magic that will consume her soul . . .

EXCERPT

The man looked down at his scattered ashes. “I am growing tired of waiting. When will I be free of this prison?”
                “Soon.” The woman moved away in that fluid, ethereal manner of hers. Her scarlet gown flowed around her. An armlet shaped in the goddess Isis’s symbol—a coiled cobra—gleamed. Heavy black kohl rimmed her eyes, emphasizing the deep violet of her irises, while her long, black hair, set in many tight braids, reached her waist. “You must be patient,” the woman said. “I told you I would help you get what you desire.”
                “But that isn’t possible. She is back in her body. Back in her tomb.”
                “All is possible. I have the power. Haven’t I proved it? Aren’t you the proof of it?”
                “I still don’t live.”
                “Your spirit lives.”
                “My spirit cannot touch her.”
               “But it can touch her spirit. Mate with her spirit if you so desire.”
                “And why would you do this for me?”
           “My revenge is incomplete. My murdering sister rests while I am forced to wander in spirit with no substance of my own.”
              “And how will it be done? I am in your hands. This is not comfortable for me. I am always in control.”
                The woman threw back her head and laughed, showing black, rotten teeth. Stinking, no doubt, if he could smell anything.
                “You have not been in control for a long time. The god I serve is Set, and he is in control. He will come and he will work through me. More powerful this time, for Sekhmet will bring him.”
                “And I will have my queen?”
                “You will have her.”
                “She will be in the one who is here now?”
                “That is to be determined.”
                “But this one is not of the blood.”
                “She will not be possessed, but transformed. We do not need a blood relative.”
                “That has been tried before. And failed.”
                “The rules were not properly followed. You cannot possess all of her. You have seen that. The gods will not allow it. Her spirit must be divided. Some of it must remain with her body—and lie cold in her tomb. Waiting. Always waiting. In that way, the gods are appeased and my price is also exacted.”
                “So part of my queen will still wander, looking for her lover, but enough of her spirit will be released to come to me.”
                “Now you understand. You will have all that you desire, and my revenge will not be compromised.”
                “And I can be with her. For all time.”
                The woman didn’t answer. She gave the merest hint of a smile and passed on.
                In his world of shadows, Dr. Emeryk Quintillus waited.


About the author:
Following a varied career in sales, advertising and career guidance, Catherine Cavendish is now the full-time author of a number of paranormal, ghostly and Gothic horror novels, novellas and short stories. She was the 2013 joint winner of the Samhain Gothic Horror Anthology Competition, with Linden Manor, which was featured in the anthology What Waits in the Shadows. Cat’s novels include The Pendle Curse, Saving Grace Devine, and Dark Avenging Angel. She lives with her long-suffering husband and black (trainee) cat. They divide their time between Liverpool and a 260-year-old haunted apartment in North Wales. 


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3 comments:

Rita Wray said...

Sounds like a good book.

Bea LaRocca said...

Love the book cover and excerpt!

Carole D said...

I loove the book cover and enjoy reading the excerpt!