Title: The Dark Man's Son (Guardian
Chronicles, Part 1)
Author: Meg Whitlock
Publisher: Self
Length: Approx. 385 pages
Genres: Historical Paranormal/Fantasy
Fiction
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BLURB:
She claimed the muggers were demons, but of
course Jason didn’t believe her. At first.
When a mysterious woman appears in a dirty
alley to rescue Jason Latimer from a pair of muggers, he tries to write her off
as a garden variety lunatic. But he can’t shake the memory of her intense green
eyes that seemed to flash gold, or the glowing sword she’d worn on her hip.
She calls herself Alex (no last name) like
she’d made it up on the spot, and she offers Jason her protection. From what,
she can’t or won’t say. He refuses, and that night he dreams of a dark man with
the same offer. His black eyes flash blood and garnet, and he smells of burning
things. Jason refuses him, too.
A chance meeting brings Alex and Jason
together again, and she tells him of the Guardians: two immortal beings created
near the beginning of time with the express purpose of fighting for
mortal-kind’s soul. She is Light, and the man from Jason’s dream is Dark. Jason
must choose, because Lucifer, for reasons purely his own, has unleashed the
armies of Hell to hunt Jason down.
But there are things about Jason that not
even he knows, and he’ll face hard truths and bitter choices as he struggles to
find his place in a world redefined. Will he rise to the challenge, or, when
the time comes, will he falter?
From Renaissance Florence to the French
Revolution, from World War II to the modern streets of New Orleans, The Dark Man’s Son is a riveting journey
filled with unforgettable characters, wry humor, dark twists, and a touch of
romance.
EXCERPT:
Jason Latimer was a logical man. He lived in
a concrete world with concrete parameters. The sun rose in the east, set in the
west, and in between the two (on either side) demons did not walk. Crazy ninja
chicks did not show up with swords (but wait: he must’ve imagined the sword
after all, because he hadn’t seen it again after that first shaky glimpse) and
wild stories to rescue you from muggers. Muggers, to address that point, did
not have strange, distorted faces and voices that sucked all the air from the
room.
Jason splashed cold water on his face and
scrubbed at his cheeks with long-fingered hands. He stared at himself in the
bathroom mirror. A stranger stared back at him through familiar midnight blue
eyes. Dark stubble dusted his jaw. His nose was badly swollen. He made a note
to get his unruly hair cut; when it started to go curly at the back and sides
it was time.
Deciding he’d put the inevitable off long
enough, he grabbed his nose and pushed it back in place with a painful click. He let out a long stream of
obscenities as he applied the bandage, and, still cursing, pressed a bag of
frozen peas (his grandfather, apparently, believed in being prepared: the
freezer had been full of them) against his face.
He worked around the bag to pat his skin dry
with one of his grandfather’s thick towels. His belly rumbled, but he ignored
it: Thai suddenly didn’t sound as appetizing as it had hours ago, before he’d
left his grandfather’s ridiculous Baroque nightmare of a brownstone and
stumbled out onto the street and into an actual
nightmare.
That wasn’t fair, Jason thought with a shake
of his head. The old man’s place wasn’t that bad. It was just…ornate. And kinda
creepy. If there was a single surface free of a grinning gargoyle or an extra,
overwrought curlicue, Jason hadn’t been able to find it. Even the towels were
over the top.
Jason absently rubbed the tattoo on his upper
arm as he considered the bedroom he’d claimed for the duration of his stay
here. It was the least histrionic of the brownstone’s six, but it was still way
too much for Jason’s taste. The master suite had been out of the question: he
wasn’t sure how his grandfather had been able to sleep a wink in there. It
would’ve given Bram Stoker the willies.
He frowned and shook his head again. All
these musings on his deceased grandfather’s choice of decor were really just
avoidance. The last thing he wanted to think about was the weird mugging and
the even weirder woman who’d come to his rescue…a rescue he hadn’t needed, he
still stubbornly insisted.
With an impatient, oft-repeated gesture, he
brushed a lock of black hair off his forehead and tried to clear his mind with
a few deep, careful breaths. His swollen nose made it painful. He discarded the
peas, centered himself, and began the soothing motions of his nightly Tai Chi
routine.
He gave it up as no good after only ten
minutes. He couldn’t hold the forms; he couldn’t get his breathing right; and
his mind simply refused to focus. With a grumbled curse, he stripped out of his
workout clothes and tugged on the shorts and t-shirt he wore as pajamas. He
grabbed his laptop and the peas off the table and climbed up into the high bed.
It was time for some serious Googling, he thought.
First things first: what could the vast
reaches of the internet tell him about Guardians, and what exactly did they
have to do with Jameson O’Connor, his mysterious and recently-deceased
grandfather?
EXTENDED EXCERPT:
She followed him down the short hall and
lingered in the library’s doorway to get a good look at the room. “That would
be an elaborate plan, even for me,” she said, her eyes trained on the sprawling
shelves. “No, the bookstore you called is mine, and I’m the one who does all
the appraisals. When I saw your name in the appointment book…well, I figured it
was just a funny little twist of fate.”
“Fate has a pretty messed up sense of humor.”
Her gaze moved to rest on him for the first
time since they’d come into the library. “Yes. But she’s also a stubborn bitch,
and arguing with her is futile. So here I am.”
He crossed his arms over his broad chest and
leaned back against the desk. Dark blue eyes narrowed as he watched her set the
briefcase on the table and begin to unpack its contents. “Your brother says
hi.”
She froze, though only for a moment. “Does
he?” she said. He sensed the strain in her voice as she struggled to sound
casual; her hands trembled; she wouldn’t meet his eyes. “And how did you two
get on?”
Jason gave a lazy shrug. “Not so well,
actually. He’s sorta pushy.”
She snorted and seemed to relax. “Nailed it.
He’s very impatient, and very ruthless. I am a bit surprised he found you so
quickly, though.” She pulled on a pair of white cotton gloves and flashed him a
smile. “Where would you like to begin?”
“Are you serious about this?”
“You made an appointment, Jason. You
obviously have need of my services,” she said with a gesture that encompassed
the neat stacks and the mess he’d already made. “I wouldn’t think our prior
meeting should have any impact on a possible business relationship, should it?”
“I’m sorry, I just…this is all a bit too
weird for me.” He rubbed the tattoo on his upper arm like he did when he was
anxious or deep in thought. She caught the gesture, and her eyes narrowed.
“Interesting tattoo,” she said.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I designed it myself.”
“Did you?” she murmured. “Hmm.” She took a
few steps closer, and the whisper-soft feel of her gloved fingers against his skin
surprised him. “What was your inspiration?”
“Um, you know, just…life? I don’t know,
really. I wanted a tattoo, and I wanted something different. I sat down and
started doodling, and this is what I came up with.”
“Hm,” she said again. Her expression turned
quizzical, and she cocked her head to the side like a curious bird. “What do
you do, Jason? When you’re not being attacked by demons or overwhelmed by an
old man’s minutiae, I mean.”
He had to smile at the way she phrased it; it
was the first genuine smile he could remember since hearing about his
grandfather’s death. His navy eyes warmed and a dimple appeared in his left
cheek; a shallower one flashed on the right. Her own mouth curved helplessly in
response. “What’s so funny?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he said with a shake of his head.
“Everything. I don’t know. But to answer your original question, I work with
wood. I guess you could call me a carpenter.”
“Like my brother,” she said.
“That creepy guy’s a carpenter?”
She made an impatient gesture. “No, of course
not. My other brother.”
Somehow his mind made the impossible leap,
and shook his head again at this new madness. “You’re insane. Are you trying to
tell me your brother—”
“I’m a child of the Divine,” she said in that
same serene, implacable tone. “So was he. Different, of course, but the same.”
She shrugged a little. “There were many before him, a few since, and there will
be more. It’s just the way of things.”
He didn’t have an answer to this, but she
didn’t seem to expect one. “The creature you met last night—what did he call
himself?”
“Luke.”
Her expression turned sour. “Of course he
would. Luke.
He employs a thousand tiny cruelties. Do me a favor: next time you see him—and
there will be a next time, I’m sure of it—call him Cassius.” Her eyes seemed over-bright, and her next words were
brisk. “As for carpentry, he’s incapable of creating anything. He exists only
to rot and destroy.”
“He called you a bringer of nightmares.”
She wandered away and began to carefully sort
through some of the books he’d culled from the deeper parts of the library.
“Yes. He would. To his kind, I am a nightmare.”
Jason ran frustrated hands through his hair;
scraped it back off his forehead and tugged hard. “Could you please just
explain to me what you are? I’ve been trying to find some sort of clue, but
it’s like no one has ever heard of you.”
“I told you last night that we keep a low
profile. It’s necessary when you’ve existed…as long as we have.”
“Enough with the riddles, lady—Claire or
Alex, whatever your name is! I’m tired of these mind games. I just want a
straight answer.”
She cleared her throat and stroked a leather
binding. “Your grandfather seems to have an extensive collection of books on
demonology, mythology, and religion.”
“Yeah, I noticed that. So?”
“Some of these are quite rare. Look at this.
I haven’t seen one of these in centuries.” She held up a thick book, its
binding dark and cracking with age, but Jason ignored it.
“You mean…no one’s seen one of those in
centuries. Like…reports and stuff haven’t mentioned it. Not you, personally.”
Her jade eyes—flashing gold, like he’d
noticed last night—met his, and the expression there terrified him. “I’m a
daughter of the Divine, Jason. Do you have any idea what means?”
“Obviously I don’t. Why do you think I’ve
been begging you for a little clarification?”
Her mouth lifted at one corner. “You won’t
believe me.”
“I already don’t believe half the stuff you
say. I don’t know how much worse it could get.”
She turned away and very deliberately set the
delicate old book back on the table. When she faced him again, her eyes were
entirely gold, no trace of the green. Jason blinked. “Your…eyes…? What…?” A
trick of the light, it had to be.
“It’s not a trick, Jason.” She took a step
toward him, and he pushed away from the desk and backed up. She kept advancing;
he kept retreating. She stopped and sighed. “You’ve no reason to fear me.”
“You’re joking, right? I watched you beat up
a guy three times your size. I met that freak show who calls himself your
brother. Now you’re standing in my grandfather’s library with color-change eyes
claiming that you remember a book from centuries
ago. Either one of us is seriously unhinged—”
“Or it’s all true,” she said gently.
“I was gonna say ‘or we both are’.”
She pulled the desk chair out for him. “Sit
down, Jason.” She claimed one of the chairs near the fireplace and dragged it
closer. “We need to have a serious talk.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Meg Whitlock has been writing nearly
all her life, and she’s glad she finally got over her laziness and wrote the
book she’s been dreaming about for years. She graduated from Queens University
of Charlotte with a BA in Comparative Arts with an Art History specialization
and an Ancient History minor…which is a mouthful no matter how you say it. She
has four cats (including an invisible one), a car named Babar, and a vivid
imagination.
In 2001 her one-act play, “The Shoebox,” was
produced by Catawba College in Salisbury, NC and presented at the American
College Theatre Festival. She was honored by Art:21 and the Mint Museum of Art
for her essay “Kara Walker: Using Stereotypes to Provoke Thought,” and she’s
won awards for both her fiction and non-fiction writing.
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/NrUEZy
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/megwhitlock
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/megwhitlockwrites
My Review: 5Stars
This story made me laugh at times, although it is not a comedy. The absurdity of it all and the lengths people would go through to believe this type of thing is mind blowing. It sounded so sincere but yet it is so foolish. When Jesus died on the cross 2000 years ago it was done. He said it Himself: It is finished, Complete. Now man must work out his own salvation according to the law that is written in his/her heart after they made a commitment and not the law of man. There can be no other Savior. Jesus was the only one for He is the Bright Morning Star, the Way the Truth and the Light the Christ. The sword is the word unblemished, pure Word that became flesh and lived among us. Jehovah's Name the only Name that can conquer all the evil. Nothing else could do it. But that is enough of me rambling since this is not a sermon but a review.
The plot was well planned and brilliantly set up to make it believable. With the backdrop of history neatly weaved in to bring it more to reality. There for the 5 Stars. That is if you believe that Satan can use a mortal to free himself. According to the written Word not happening.
Interesting to note was that the Author used the symbolic son Jason Lariment as a Jesus type to save the world from Satan. A carpenter (where did we read this? Oh yes the Bible. smile) This subject has been told so many times in different ways, and still it goes on. You know: A Rambo that freed us, superman the only Savior, America the great Savoir etc, etc.
This is what confuse people and the power of God is dwindled. As the one Prince of Hell said in the book: People have no respect for God and the hosts anymore. Regretfully this is true. Jesus to had to make a choice in the garden of Gethsemane and he said NOT MY WILL FATHER BUT YOURS BE DONE.
But this is where the comparison dies, Jesus had no gleam of evil within him. It is because he loved the world and His Father that he has done the ultimate act. He conquered Hell after three dark days and had the keys of Hell in his hands and freed those who was captive for to long. He did not have to go to Hell and stay there, the Bible was clear, he saved those in Hell and not to take Satan's place.
Characters:
1.The two Guardians: Dark One and Bright Light was given all this power but at the end could do nothing to safe human kind. Both characters had a lot of pizzazz, both had the makings of good and evil but each lived it out as they saw fit. Of course within the confines of the Mandate.
Cassius, The Dark One lived out his name and character but when he learns that he has a son and every Prince and demon of Hell was after him he suddenly gets a conscious. But also with a touch of cruelness shimmering in the forefront. But that was expected right.
3. Rorik the Viking Vampire was the truest to the Bright Lights proclaimed life and guarded Alex with all his own powers. I must say I admired this character's stead fastness and strength. His ability to read the situation and knew what to do.
4. All the Princes of Hell. The author made the Levitation, Satan, and Lucifer three Fallen Angels, but in fact they are all one and the same. Then you get all the others, Bael etc, etc Facts.
5. What really had placed a good smile on my face is that Alex conquered Mammon if that was true then we would not have struggled with the evil that money brings, greed, self indulgence, my way etc. If it was only this easy (smile).
So in all this what am I saying? This story makes a good read, even enjoyable but please do not mix fiction with reality. Satan has no desire to capture man kind free will. He has made his choice a long time ago and he is defeated on the cross. He is the father of lies.
I would recommend it to people who love the paranormal world. Looking forward to where the author is going with this. But keep in mind that God is still in control. He do not need a second son to defeat the enemy. It is done.
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This story made me laugh at times, although it is not a comedy. The absurdity of it all and the lengths people would go through to believe this type of thing is mind blowing. It sounded so sincere but yet it is so foolish. When Jesus died on the cross 2000 years ago it was done. He said it Himself: It is finished, Complete. Now man must work out his own salvation according to the law that is written in his/her heart after they made a commitment and not the law of man. There can be no other Savior. Jesus was the only one for He is the Bright Morning Star, the Way the Truth and the Light the Christ. The sword is the word unblemished, pure Word that became flesh and lived among us. Jehovah's Name the only Name that can conquer all the evil. Nothing else could do it. But that is enough of me rambling since this is not a sermon but a review.
The plot was well planned and brilliantly set up to make it believable. With the backdrop of history neatly weaved in to bring it more to reality. There for the 5 Stars. That is if you believe that Satan can use a mortal to free himself. According to the written Word not happening.
Interesting to note was that the Author used the symbolic son Jason Lariment as a Jesus type to save the world from Satan. A carpenter (where did we read this? Oh yes the Bible. smile) This subject has been told so many times in different ways, and still it goes on. You know: A Rambo that freed us, superman the only Savior, America the great Savoir etc, etc.
This is what confuse people and the power of God is dwindled. As the one Prince of Hell said in the book: People have no respect for God and the hosts anymore. Regretfully this is true. Jesus to had to make a choice in the garden of Gethsemane and he said NOT MY WILL FATHER BUT YOURS BE DONE.
But this is where the comparison dies, Jesus had no gleam of evil within him. It is because he loved the world and His Father that he has done the ultimate act. He conquered Hell after three dark days and had the keys of Hell in his hands and freed those who was captive for to long. He did not have to go to Hell and stay there, the Bible was clear, he saved those in Hell and not to take Satan's place.
Characters:
1.The two Guardians: Dark One and Bright Light was given all this power but at the end could do nothing to safe human kind. Both characters had a lot of pizzazz, both had the makings of good and evil but each lived it out as they saw fit. Of course within the confines of the Mandate.
Cassius, The Dark One lived out his name and character but when he learns that he has a son and every Prince and demon of Hell was after him he suddenly gets a conscious. But also with a touch of cruelness shimmering in the forefront. But that was expected right.
3. Rorik the Viking Vampire was the truest to the Bright Lights proclaimed life and guarded Alex with all his own powers. I must say I admired this character's stead fastness and strength. His ability to read the situation and knew what to do.
4. All the Princes of Hell. The author made the Levitation, Satan, and Lucifer three Fallen Angels, but in fact they are all one and the same. Then you get all the others, Bael etc, etc Facts.
5. What really had placed a good smile on my face is that Alex conquered Mammon if that was true then we would not have struggled with the evil that money brings, greed, self indulgence, my way etc. If it was only this easy (smile).
So in all this what am I saying? This story makes a good read, even enjoyable but please do not mix fiction with reality. Satan has no desire to capture man kind free will. He has made his choice a long time ago and he is defeated on the cross. He is the father of lies.
I would recommend it to people who love the paranormal world. Looking forward to where the author is going with this. But keep in mind that God is still in control. He do not need a second son to defeat the enemy. It is done.
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