Showing results by narrator "Liz Brand" in Literature & Fiction

How can I say no to the Morrigan. I am trying to be a better person. So when my friend, the Celtic Goddess of Death, asks me for help, I'm hesitant. When we get together, death and mayhem always follow. I agree reluctantly, and we start unraveling the mystery. To solve this case, we will have to travel to a murderous netherworld and rescue a talking dagger from the Goblin Queen.

The slumbering dragon has awakened. Ten years ago in a demonic underworld, my enemies almost killed me. With the help of a disguised demon serving his own agenda, I survived. Barely...After a decade off the supernatural grid, I needed to sip from Goibniu's Chalice of Agelessness to restore my eternal youth. What started as a quick trip changed dramatically when Goibniu uttered those two magic words...Retirement was fun while it lasted.

Vampires + dark magic = zero hour. The road to destruction is only one tempting spell away. What happens when an untrained seer possesses the most powerful grimoire ever to exist? Leslie's a romance author, who happens to be conjuring magic. She's researching sigils for her latest Highlander romance, but her intentions have powered something sinister. Don't miss out on this 10k-word prequel short story that introduces Leslie, the supernatural world with all of the twists and turns.

I plan to find Lugh’s Spear and return it to the Celtic gods. One big problem. My black-magic blood can turn me into a violent maniac at the drop of a hat. If I can control my inner darkness, I might be able to solve the mystery.

The Dagda’s Harp can control the seasons. It has fallen into the hands of the demons of the Red Cavern. They are using it to keep Pittsburgh in a permanent winter. My fellow citizens are dying from the extreme conditions. To get the Harp, I’ll need to infiltrate a demonic underworld where I experienced major trauma. I’ll also need to leave my unhatched dragon eggs behind. Unfortunately, I’m the only one suited for this job. If I can gain entry, there’s still no guarantee I’ll find the magical relic. The people of Pittsburgh need me. They’ve suffered enough.