Throughout history we have been here. We were born of the union between the Watchers and the Daughters of Men. Our human hearts pump the blood of Angels through our veins yet, we are neither human nor angel. We are the Alimentatori, descendants of the divine, and this is just the beginning…
In my two-hundred and sixty three years I have witnessed much, yet nothing could have prepared me for the devastating murder of my brother, Julian. While he lies in stasis awaiting The Release, his killer roams the Lazio region of Italy free to seek other victims. But, all is not right behind the veil of this ancient landscape. Its beauty hides a world of ancient secrets, hidden agendas, and political intrigues. In order to extract my vengeance, I must first play a dangerous game according to another’s rules. Playing by the rules has never been my forte; toppling a game-board or two would suit me just fine! Regardless of the dangers that lie ahead, Retribution will be mine.
My name is Jacen Trudeau of the House of Samsaveel and I’m about to open Pandora’s Box.
About the Author:
A lover of superheroes and all things fantasy it was only natural to find a home within the Sci-Fi/Fantasy genre. Growing up, the major influences in S.J.’s life were Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica, the quintessential Star Wars, Robert Aspirin (his Mything series), Douglas Adams (Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy), and of course J.R.R. Tolkien.
As a wife, mother of three, and US Navy Veteran. I have spent a great deal of my life in service to others. In late 2008 I realized that the one thing in my life that had not been given its due, was the love of my youth – writing. With the kids grown and my military service in the past, I made a pact with my Muse. I would put writing at the forefront and he would guide me to my ultimate goal, publication.
For the first two years I tried. I dabbled in historical romance. I got a third of the way through a novel before it lost its luster. The struggle frustrated me. I stepped away from the desk and glared at the screen as if it were the problem and not me. And then I met a young woman who wrote in a genre I’d never considered. I picked up one of her Urban Fantasies and within a few pages knew it was something I would like to try my hand at. I immediately sat down and wrote a scene – for the first time ever – in first person. What was created had a life I’d never seen in my writing before. After a lifetime of practicing my art, I’d found a new way to move forward.
Unfortunately, the right angle at fantasy and a good story alluded me. Then one day, while sitting in a workshop where the speaker was talking about her vampire series, my mind wandered. Through a crack, somewhere in the creative, a scene unfolded. Two characters came to life and played out a scene on a rooftop. I wrote the first couple of lines on the napkin next to me. When I got home, I wrote the scene. To my amazement, it was pretty good. I loved the characters. I loved the banter. I loved how writing it made me feel. Finally after so much struggle, my Muse had done it. He’d finally broken down the barrier that had kept the ideas at bay and given me a story which needed to be told. I’d found my niche in a genre known as Dark Contemporary Fantasy and the rest is, as they say, literary history.