The Angel Killer
(The Watcher Saga, #2)
By: Lisa Voisin
Publisher: InkSpell Publishing
Published: Jan. 5, 2015
Genre: Paranormal YA
Now that she’s found him again, all Mia Crawford wants is some downtime with her fallen angel boyfriend, Michael. But the call of duty keeps him away—from school and from her—with more demons to smite than ever.
When Michael is mortally wounded by a cursed sword, Mia must perform an ancient blood ritual to save him. But the spell exacts a price. Haunted by visions of war, torture, and despair, Mia discovers the world is in more danger than she ever imagined. Behind the scenes, an evil adversary pulls all the strings.
After redemption, there’s Hell to pay.
The air cooled even more, and the hamsa necklace buzzed at my throat. With a jolt, I checked the area. Shadows lurked in the bushes several yards away, their red eyes flashing behind the trees.
Hellhounds. Three, maybe four by my count. The urge to shudder tugged at my muscles. I stifled it. Don’t be afraid. It’ll make things worse. Nobody else can see them.
Had they hurt Dean and Jesse? Or were they trying to scavenge a free meal?
The hamsa buzzed more insistently. As the EMTs carried Dean off, Mr. Ballard followed to catch a ride in the already full ambulance. Farouk and I would soon be the last people there. And, with their mouths agape to scent the air, those hellhounds looked hungry.
“I’m cold. Let’s head back.” I kept my voice low, as though pretending to be calm and actually staying calm were the same thing.
One of the hounds fixed its attention on me and growled. It knew I could see them. I knew the school had been protected by sigils that kept creatures like them away, but we were outside school grounds. Though I’d seen Michael make quick work of them before, I had neither his ability nor his weapons. Would the hamsa alone be enough to stop them? If so, what about Farouk?
To play it safe, I armed myself with the nearest rock. Dean probably hadn’t gone down without a fight, and he was way stronger than me, but I knew how hellhounds
worked. First, they fascinated their victims with fear, sapping their energy, and feeding on life force until they came into form. Then they devoured their victim’s flesh.
Dean might not have had a chance to fight.
“What’s that?” Farouk asked motioning to one of the
hellhounds lurking in shadow. “A stray?”
He could see it too? It must have materialized. “We
should go,” I said. “It might be rabid or something.”
The hellhound growled again, as if to make its point, and Farouk froze. I wondered if he’d noticed its red eyes.
“Come on,” I said, tugging at his arm.
“I don’t want to turn my back on it.” Farouk dipped his head, averting his gaze. “If we run, it’ll treat us like prey.”
But we were prey.
A Canadian-born author, Lisa Voisin spent her childhood daydreaming and making up stories, but it was her love of reading and writing in her teens that drew her to Young Adult fiction.
Lisa also leads a writing group for teens in North Vancouver, works as a technical writer, and teachesmeditation. Her debut YA novel, The Watcher, won the Chanticleer award for best paranormal fiction.
A self-proclaimed coffee lover, she can usually be found writing in a local café. When she’s not writing, you’ll find her hiking in the mountains to counteract the side effects of drinking too much caffeine!
Though she’s lived in several cities across Canada, she currently lives in Vancouver, B.C. with her fiancé and their two cats
Oooh Hellhounds. I think they’re my new favorite “pet” now lol
It’s been awhile since I’ve read an angel book. Thanks!
ooooh, Tantalizing expert. Thanks for sharing.