Through the Ashes (The Division: Book Two)
By Connie L. Smith
ISBN: 978-1-945910-09-8
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The war has begun. The battle’s
unfolding. And victory feels so distant…
The Essenced had prepared and trained, but never
imagined the true horror of watching demons tearing through the Division to
invade the realm. Every claw is horrific—every snarl disgusting—and the responsibility
of keeping that vile terror from expanding beyond the battlefield’s borders
rests in the teenagers’ hands. They thought they were ready for that challenge…
But then their confidence is shaken when a deadly new
weapon emerges from the enemy’s arsenal, and well-kept secrets from the
Essenced’s angelic superiors begin to surface.
In the midst of the carnage, can the teens find the
strength within themselves, and among themselves, to grasp victory in
blood-tainted hands?
Excerpt:
“Yeah,”
Travis spoke up. “What’s the big strategy here?” He confidently held his hands
out to either side of him. “This can’t be the whole plan. We killed hundreds of
demons, and now we’re waiting for hundreds more to show up. Then we’ll kill
them and wait for more. And we’ll keep doing that until the Division’s so huge
that humans and demons alike can walk from one realm to the other without any
real effort at all. This strategy doesn’t have an end, so either there’s more
or it’s pointless.”
Paige frowned
at the Incubus-Essenced warrior. “That was my point.”
Travis
nodded. “And it was a good one. How about we get it answered?”
After
silently debating how much he should tell the soldiers, Nicholai uncomfortably
cleared his throat and settled more of his weight on his desk. “There’s more to
the plan,” he hesitantly offered.
Travis
shrugged. “Then what is it?”
“I’m afraid I
don’t know all of the details as of yet,” Nicholai confessed.
“Could you
give us the ones you do have?” Johnny asked with a new cigarette shamelessly
dangling from his lips. “Our neighborhood pervert has a point here.” He tipped
his chin toward Travis in what he meant to be a quick motion, but what he saw
with that glance had him doing a double-take to glare at the Incubus-Essenced
pack leader. “Hey! Stop staring at my girl!”
With his own
shrug that seemed to embody the phrase, “I can’t help it,” Travis reluctantly
brought his stare back to Nicholai. “We’re putting trust in you here. We’re
fighting, and we’re winning for the most part. Don’t you think we deserve the
same trust? Shouldn’t we know what’s going on?”
…Nicholai’s
gaze never wavered, but it grew more serious with each second. “The Tomes.”
About the Author:
Connie L. Smith spends a decent amount
of time with her mind wandering in fictional places. She reads too much, likes
to bake, and might forever be sad that she doesn’t have fairy wings. And that
she can’t swing dance. Much of her preferred music is severely outdated, and as
an adult she’s kind of obsessed with Power Rangers. She has her BA from
Northern Kentucky University in Speech Communication and History (she doesn’t
totally get the connection either), and her MA in English and Creative Writing.
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