Her
Majesty’s Fury
Immortal
Relics
Book 2
Stephanie
Mirro
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Tannhauser Press
Date of Publication: Oct. 24,
2019
ISBN: 978-1945994487
ASIN: B07YJ6RNFZ
Number of pages: 311
Word Count: 74060
Cover Artist: TS95Studios
About the Book:
When you're working with the
Roman god of chaos, things can always get worse.
Bacchae, the supernatural
creatures that spawned vampire lore, are real. For the last several thousand
years, they’ve kept to the shadows. UNTIL NOW.
When the worst and most powerful
of the Bacchae murders someone she loves, graduate student Serafina Finch, now
aided by the ancient god Bacchus, sets out on a journey in search of new
allies. They must act quickly before Danae, the Bacchae witch claiming to be
Queen, figures out a way to restore the Bacchae to their full powers.
Sera is hellbent on killing Danae
before she devastates the mortal world, and it becomes a race against time when
the queen reveals her own dark alliances. Sera thinks things can’t get any
worse, but when you're working with the Roman god of chaos, things can always
get worse.
“Bacchus created us in his
image—chaos. And chaos is what we will give them.”
HER MAJESTY'S FURY is the second
book in the Immortal Relics series, a New Adult Urban Fantasy adventure. Fans
of Deborah Harkness, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Roman mythology will love
this blend of magic, mayhem, and wry humor.
Read Excerpt #2:
By the time they
located Syros’ Curios at the end of a cobblestone alley, Sera’s nose and cheeks
felt numb from the cold. A small bell rang next to the door as they entered,
and a voice called out in greeting above the shoppers’ din. It was remarkably
busy for the time of year and location, away from the usual tourist
destinations.
The store had
been a staple of Bergen for centuries, ever since the man who opened it had
left Syros in the Aegean Sea to make a new life in the north. Sera had no idea
what would make someone abandon the Aegean for a climate as cold as Norway’s,
but that’s what she found out reading the brochure while they waited for the
elderly shop owner to finish helping another customer. She pulled her scarf up
over her nose, hoping to warm up her face.
“Ah, hello,
welcome to Syros’ Curios, where one can find just about anything if one looks
hard enough. What do you seek today?” The shopkeeper peered at them over round
spectacles as he approached, his thinning grey and brown hair falling like a
curtain in front of his face. He kept trying to blow it away and failing.
Sera pulled her
scarf back down and smiled. She hoped it was a smile, anyway. The numbness in
her cheeks made it difficult to tell.
“I’m looking for
a necklace for my wife,” Theo said. “Our travel agent recommended your store.”
He flashed a disarming smile at the owner, playing the part of the tourist.
“A lovely piece
for a lovely lady.” The shopkeeper bowed before them. “Follow me.” He led them
past other shoppers and shelves of assorted antique items to a corner of the
store where jewelry of all kinds filled glass display cases. “Let’s see, how
about this one here? The amethyst would go well—”
“I’m looking for
something a bit more rare, ‘a curiosity worthy of the divine.’” Theo dropped
his tone and looked around the room as if someone might overhear him. According
to his contact, the last bit was a secret phrase used to gain access to the
hidden artifacts. He slipped the balding man an envelope. It was all a part of
his act, but it worked like a charm.
The man took a
glimpse inside the envelope. “I see you’re a man of fine tastes. Please, come
with me. Anna, I’ll be back in a moment,” he called out. A woman’s muffled
voice answered from the other side of the store.
He waved them
behind a curtain separating the shop from a storage area then down a steep
stone staircase, which seemed to narrow the farther down they went. Musty air
filled Sera’s nose as they descended into almost total darkness until the man
flipped a switch on the wall. The switch had been built on top of the stone with
visible cables leading up to the floor above. Electricity must have been added
in recent years. Continuing to speak to the age of the store, the shopkeeper
withdrew a small collection of skeleton keys from his pocket and unlocked a
heavy-looking wooden door at the bottom of the steps.
The switch also
turned on the lights inside; it was flooded in fluorescent lights that hummed
and flickered. Sera couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips as they
entered. Artifacts she recognized from her studies lined the walls and covered
tables haphazardly, and she would be willing to bet money they were real. She
cringed at the ill-treatment.
“I've got a few
jewelry pieces over here.” The man pointed to a table, which held three
necklaces, but none of them a torc like they sought.
Theo frowned. “I
was looking for a specific item, a torc rumored to be owned by Freyja herself.”
The man paused,
squinting behind his spectacles. “The torc was sold. Just this morning.”
“Who bought it?”
Theo asked.
The shopkeeper
simply stared at him. Pulling out a 1000 Krone banknote, Theo placed it in the
man’s thrust-out hand.
“An American
man. He had white hair, thin frame, glasses. I’m sure he told me his name.” He
rubbed his chin as if in thought, looking meaningfully at Theo over the top of
his glasses.
“That sounds
like Leif,” Sera whispered, her skin prickling with goosebumps.
Theo sighed and
placed another banknote in the man’s hand.
“Ah, yes, now I
remember. Mr. Karlsson. How could I forget.”
About
the Author:
Stephanie Mirro's lifelong love
of ancient mythology led to majoring in the Classics in college, which wasn't
quite as much fun as writing her own mythology stories as she did as a child.
But that education, combined with an overactive imagination and being an avid
fantasy reader, resulted in a writing career.
Starting her days with coffee and
ending them with wine means Stephanie can usually be found juggling household
chores, keeping the kids alive, and trying to write, edit, publish, and market
the stories that haunt her dreams.
Born and raised in Southern
Arizona, Stephanie now resides in Northern Virginia with her husband, two kids,
and two furbabies. This thing called “seasons” is still magical.
Enter the Giveaway:
Book cover is delightfully frightening.
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