Servant of the Goddess (Book Four of the Immortyl Revolution)
Author: Denise Verrico
Blurb:
From
 the ashes of the first battle of the Immortyl Revolution, vampires Mia 
Disantini and Kurt Eisen set out to build a new Immortyl society.  
Trouble
 arrives in the person of Cedric MacKinnon, a runaway adept of the 
ancient arts, who brings tidings of upheaval at the chief elder’s court 
that threatens everything Mia and Kurt have accomplished.  
Mia
 finds it hard to resist when Cedric pledges his service and tempts her 
with the legendary skills he learned as an Immortyl courtesan.
Facing opposition from both within and out, Mia begins to doubt Kurt 
is up to the task of leading their followers to his vision of an 
Immortyl Utopia.  
Torn between her loyalty to Kurt and 
Cedric’s insistence that she is the earthly manifestation of the Goddess
 Durga and destined to lead, Mia confronts the greatest challenge of her
 life.
Excerpt: 
Sudden shouts battled against the sound of the wind. I peered down 
the block. Teen-formed Immortyls, sewer rats, closed a circle around a 
tall male, who held his hands high above his head. From the direction of
 the wind, I couldn’t yet ascertain this stranger as mortal or Immortyl.
 Best to investigate. I ran toward the disturbance, wrapping my fingers 
around the Glock strapped to my hip. 
A shrill whistle split the 
air. Two of the sewer rats lunged for the stranger. He crouched and 
pirouetted on one leg, letting loose a rapid succession of kicks that 
knocked his attackers sprawling onto the sidewalk. A rat named Tommy 
growled and launched himself at the stranger. To my amazement, the 
stranger leapt high into the air and hovered there for a moment like a 
falcon before lashing out with both feet. Tommy’s head snapped backward,
 and he flattened against the pavement. The remaining rats hung back. 
The slender figure of a boy maybe eighteen or nineteen touched down 
and crouched again, poised to strike. No mortal could perform such 
maneuvers with this speed and agility, not to mention almost ballet-like
 grace. The Immortyl’s face betrayed raw emotion, indicating he was new 
to the blood, probably not much older than his form suggested. Eamon, 
the rat pack leader, drew and aimed a pistol at him. The stranger raised
 his hands above his head once more. 
I gave a sharp whistle for Eamon to stand down. “What’s going on here?”  
Eamon
 lowered the gun and spit on the ground. His forever-twelve-year-old 
face scrunched up. “We found this one skulking about,” he said. Even 
after a century and half in New York his speech still gave away his 
Dublin origins. “Says he’s come from the chief elder’s house.” 
The
 wind kicked up harder. Long, auburn hair whipped about the newcomer’s 
face. He shivered, hugging an Indian-styled shirt around him. Traces of 
black kohl and sienna rouge clung to his eyes and mouth, as if he’d 
scrubbed the paint off in a hurry. The make-up and impractical clothing 
pointed to origins more exotic than the russet hair and milky complexion
 suggested. His story sounded plausible. However, the odds that this kid
 had escaped the chief elder’s compound near Calcutta and made it all 
the way to New York on his own were unlikely. No slave had ever left 
there of his own accord.  
Kurt had stood trial at the chief 
elder’s court for inciting rebellion. He’d told me that the chief, 
Kalidasa, employed state-of-the-art security, as well as vampire-eating 
tigers. The place was a veritable fortress. Still, there was always a 
first time, and this newcomer had held his own against Eamon’s band.  
I had to admire the kid for standing up to Eamon and his thugs. 
The
 pack leader and I didn’t care much for one another, but he’d fought for
 Kurt in our recent war with a rival elder. For political reasons, I 
forced myself to take a civil tone with him. “Did you bother to ask his 
business before you ordered an attack?” I called to the newcomer, 
“You--come here.” 
The boy lowered his hands and slinked forward. 
I’d never seen a man move quite like this, with delicacy just brushing 
the feminine, yet suggesting coiled up, sinewy strength like a jungle 
cat. Instinct prompted my hand to reach for the Glock concealed on my 
hip. The kid had danger scrawled all over him in big garish letters.  
“Is this true?” I asked.  
“I ran away from court,” the boy replied, his speech tinged with a Scottish burr. “I’m seeking refuge here.”  
The
 plaintive tone struck a chord in me. I sized him up again. His winsome 
looks didn’t belong to the usual brand of vampire assassin, but to a 
household slave chosen for his decorative value. Still, his swift feet 
could kill if given the chance. Wouldn’t it be just like Giulietta to 
send death in such an appealing guise? 
“Kurt’s counselor, Chase Powers, can vouch for me,” he continued. “Take me to him.” 
“You know Chase?”  
“We
 met in India during Kurt’s trial. He said I’d be welcome here. Please 
Miss. You have to believe me. I’ve come such a long way and got nowhere 
else to go.” Desperation filled the spooky, green eyes. They almost 
glowed, more like a cat’s than a man’s. “There’s probably a bounty 
offered for my return by now.”  
“What did you do?”  
“It’s 
not what I did. It’s what I am.” He held out his hands. Henna tattoos 
snaked around the wrists and tops, elaborate whirls and spirals. “The 
marks of my order. I’m an adept of the ancient arts.” 
He was an 
adept? I’d always imagined these temple devotees and de facto courtesans
 as Indian in origin. I gave the boy a closer look. His clothing had 
seen better days, but the sinuous way he moved made them a fashion 
statement. You couldn’t deny the perfection of feature and figure 
required of his order. He stood out from Eamon’s mangy lot like an emerald in a box of Cracker Jacks. 
Check out these links for more info on the book & the series:
 
For excerpts of the Immortyl 
Revolution Series, character profiles and the Immortyl Lexicon visit 
www.deniseverricowriter.webs.com 
For insider information on the series visit www.ImmortylRevolution.blogspot.com 
Twitter: @cedricmackinnon 
Servant of the Goddess Excerpt: http://deniseverricowriter.webs.com/excerptbookfour.htm
Book Trailer: http://deniseverricowriter.webs.com/apps/videos/videos/show/12715998-immortyl-revolution-trailer 
Purchase Links:
Servant of the Goddess Trade PB: http://amzn.to/K8uwPb 
Servant of the Goddess Kindle: http://amzn.to/J0R2Id 
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About the Author:
Denise Verrico is a New Jersey native who grew up in Pennsylvania.  
She is the author of the Immortyl Revolution urban fantasy series 
published by L&L Dreamspell.  Denise was chosen as a presenter at 
Ohioana Book Fair in 2011 and 2012, and her books are part of the 
collection at the State Library of Ohio. Currently, she’s a member of 
Broad Universe and two writing groups.  She attended Point Park College 
in Pittsburgh, where she majored in theatre arts, and was a member of 
The Oberon Theatre Ensemble in NYC with whom she acted, directed and 
wrote plays. Denise is a roller coaster fanatic and lives in Ohio with 
her husband, son and flock of six spoiled parrots. 
Connect with Denise:
Giveaway!
Denise is giving away a free ebook of shorts to every
commenter at the blogs.  
She is also doing a tour wide grand prize basket consisting
of a trade paperback of Servant of the Goddess, a Cara Mia t-shirt (XL), a set
of posters (one from each book), a pen, a keychain, vampire notepaper and some
other small items. US entries only.  
She’ll also give an ebook of Servant of the Goddess
to two overseas winners!

 
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ReplyDeletehummm an utopia.... I can't wait to see how that turns out:)
ReplyDelete-JennyC
Great excerpt -- Servant of the Goddess sounds like a fantastic read!
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elizabeth @ bookattict . com
Thanks for your comments. Jen, I don't have high hopes for Utopias. They start with good intentions, but...
ReplyDeleteElizabeth, thanks! I'll be sending out the link for the free ebook tomorrow!
Don't you just hate waiting for the next book :)
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