Eire is invaded by a race of blood-drinkers seeking an artifact they believe will restore them to power. Yet the Deargh Du, the protectors of Eire, are not prepared to defend the island. Only with the help of a Roman general from an earlier time can they hope to rise up against the invaders.
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I am a child of the Goddess Morrigan…
I was born in the land of Eire…
And my heart blazes with its fury…
I have lived through the ages…
I seek to right those who have wronged…
I am the Maintainer of the Balance…
The Balance must be maintained
Evil reigns throughout much of the western world in the mid sixth century. Following the collapse of the Roman Empire, a group of blood-drinkers called the Lamia begin the search for a long, lost relic that will restore power to the Roman Empire. After traveling much of the known world, the Lamia discover the relic’s location: Ireland. The Lamia invasion forces win a foothold on the Island of Eire and hasten their search for this most important relic.
Standing in their way is an outcast Roman general from many ages before, a Briton who would rather tell bawdy jokes than fight, and a young woman who has found her newly acquired lands under siege by a manipulative Lamia seeking vengeance against his oldest foe.
They are not alone.
The Lamia are not the only blood-drinking line on earth. A race called the Deargh Du, who draw their lineage from the Goddess Morrigan, will rise up and face the challenges of those who would tip the balance.
Join the Journey, the first in a series of stories revolving around the Deargh Du through the ages.
Welcome to the first novel in the Morrigan's Brood Series! The series blends together elements of ancient history, mythology, folklore, and vampires in an adventure tale spanning our past. Ever wondered why history unfolded as it has? It is because races of blood drinkers from the world over have been manipulating events from the shadows, trying to edge out the other blood-drinking races; at least that is the premise for this fictional series.
Elements of this fantastical tale include the Quest, redemption, vengeance, hatred, strong female characters, mythological beings, tarnished heroes, Romans, Irish Celts, Scots, Picts, ancient lands, historical events, and lest we not forget... vampires! (though we call them blood drinkers)
The series strives for a level of realism that reflects the periods within which the stories take place. Therefore, the series contains elements that some readers may find objectionable. Some of these elements include war, murder, brutality, cruelty, torture, apparent rape (it was consentual, though made to look forced to the other characters), blood drinking, depictions of non-Christian beliefs and practices, and some eroticism. The content is similar to several television series recently released on premium cable TV stations, namely HBO's True Blood and Rome, Starz' Spartacus, and Showtime's The Tudors. The publisher recommends an 18 and over rating, though we have heard from some open-minded parents who, after reading, allowed their children to read as well.
From Chapter 5 of Morrigan's Brood, Pages 104 through 106
Cries of agony drew his attention to where Galletarius and the rest of his men fought, only to discover that the elder druid held the soldier immobile and was biting his neck. The other soldiers seemed to be doing well against the rest of the druids, but this elder seemed to be stronger than his comrades.
A lightning flash over Marcus’ left shoulder drew his attention. A tree burst into flames following the lightning strike. More lightning strikes began to hit surrounding trees. The thunder that resulted was almost unbearable. Despite the ringing in his ears, Marcus could still hear someone call his rank.
Marcus looked over to where one of his soldiers stood. The soldier waved for Marcus to look further to the east where he caught a glimpse of the ancient druid and a few others fleeing from the grove. Before he was out of sight, the elder druid turned around and cried in Latin, “Raven feeder, feast on the blood of our enemies!”
Marcus started to run after the escaping druids, but he stopped when he heard screams and crashing trees around him. He looked about and saw some of his men hit by lighting. A dark cone pulled the others into the sky. Marcus blinked, unsure of the visions.
All of a sudden, the lightning and the wind ceased. All grew quiet. Marcus looked around at the grove and noticed that everyone, the druids and his men, were gone. He was alone. With a little trepidation, he surveyed the grove, trying to find any hint of the living. He dared not walk along the tree line in case an ambush waited, so he looked with his eyes. He could see dead druids and some of his slain men, but he saw no one living.
Then he finally heard them.
Thousands of cawing ravens swarmed into the grove, shattering the silence with their cries. They blocked the moon for a moment as they all gathered in front of Marcus. He watched, awestruck, as their bodies began melding to form a solid, black shape.
Marcus backed away from the amorphous form that coalesced from the unkindness of ravens. Brilliant light erupted from the center of the black form, forcing Marcus to cover his face with his arm. As the light dimmed, he could see a silhouette of a woman standing in front of him. The blinding light of the moon washed out her features, but he could see her pale skin shimmer with the luminosity of pearls.
The woman began to step outside of the glare, and Marcus was able to see her true appearance. Her lovely features made his heart waver for a moment. She stood as tall as he did. Except for a red cape that cascaded behind her from her shoulders, she wore no clothing. She wielded a tall, ornate metal shield, a long spear, and a short sword that hung in a scabbard at her waist. Marcus found himself lost in the intricate swirling tattoos covering the warrior woman’s body. Her long, blood red hair seemed to float, defying the pull of the earth.
The warrior woman walked closer to where Marcus stood. Marcus tightened his grip on his shield and sword and prepared to do battle with this woman. He paused for a moment as he stared into the depths of her black eyes. Distracted, he did not notice her heft her spear. The missile shot through the air over his shoulder. Marcus turned to follow the flight of the spear only to catch a glimpse of it plunging through the chest of one of his men who had found his way back to the grove.
Marcus snarled as he turned his attention back to the warrior woman. She merely stood without drawing her sword. The Praetor wasted no time. He stepped into her and slammed his shield against hers, knocking her defense aside. Marcus followed up with a quick thrust of his short sword into her ribcage. The blade sunk to the hilt within her flesh.
The Praetor looked into the woman’s eyes, expecting to see the life running out of them. Instead, those black pools of oblivion stared back at him. Fear rose within as he witnessed a small smile slide over her face.
Marcus tried to step back while pulling out his sword. Before he could dislodge the weapon, the woman pushed out with her shield in a seamless movement that propelled him with tremendous force backwards into a tree.
His body bounced against the tree and fell to the ground. His weapons landed on either side of him. Pain shot through his body as he tried to breathe. Marcus realized through wheezing pain that she had knocked the wind out of him and broken a few of his ribs.
The warrior woman stepped closer to Marcus’ prone form. When she was within a pace of the Praetor, she drew her sword from her scabbard.
Beautifully etched patterns and symbols reflected brilliantly in the moonlight as the warrior woman pointed her sword at Marcus.
In a beautiful, singsong voice, the woman asked, “Are you responsible for the desecration of this grove and the land?” The grove echoed her words in a sharp whisper.
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