The
Genesis
Blood of Ages,
Book One
By K. L. Kerr
Published Dec 10th 2012
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Book
Description
The vampires of
Dayson city are preparing for war. Having lived in constant fear of the Archway
Corporation for decades, desperation has forced them into action. Their
solution is to bring the First vampire, Alistair, back from the dead, a warrior
famed for eradicating entire armies in the name of his kind.
For fledgling vampire
Catrina Malinka, the fabled return of some unknown deity falls low on her list
of concerns. Between fending off strangers trying to kill her in her dreams and
trying to rein in an uncontrollable power that no one else even understands let
alone shares, Catrina is forced to fight her assumed role in the war against
Archway, which threatens to send her down a path she doesn’t want to travel.
The first book in
The Blood of Ages series, “The Genesis” is an urban fantasy about the
inescapable nature of Fate and the corruption of power.
Excerpt
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“You can start by telling me what you are,” she
said. Immediately, his expression hardened, brown eyes becoming cold as steel,
mouth thinning into a tight line. Got you, she thought. “What is it?
Secret service? Military? Are you genetically engineered?”
“I can’t tell you that,” he replied, taking back
his second drink in one mouthful. “Not at this stage.”
This stage. Despite piqued interest at the mystery hiding
behind his stony stare, she struggled to keep frustration from her tone as she
asked, “So what can you tell me, Fox?”
“That you could become the same thing,” he replied
without pause, “if you wanted. That’s why I’ve been charged with watching you.
The organization I represent wants to hire you, and they couldn’t do that if
you were dead.”
“And that’s what this is about?” She gestured
between them. “Is this supposed to be an interview?”
“No.” He crushed out his spent cigarette. “They
already know they want you. The job is yours, if you want it.”
She had come across plenty of powerful people in
her life, but none had abilities the likes of which she’d seen in Fox. Whether
it was some controversial muscle-enhancement drug concoction or military
exoskeleton suit, she didn’t much care. A wealth of opportunity spread out in
her mind’s eye. Just the idea that she could possess such power made her want
to blurt out an acceptance right there and then. But as the thoughts came to
her, so too did the guilt, gnawing in her gut and adding fresh stabs to her
temples.
“You know all about me, right?” she checked, to
which he nodded. “Then you already know what I’m going to say.”
“You need to consider your obligation to Tony, to
weigh how much you owe the man who raised you, despite the fact you’ve been all
but estranged the last six months. So you’re going to say, ‘Thank you for the
offer, but I’ll have to think about it’.”
“I’ll have to think about it,” she echoed,
offering no thanks, which earned another slight lip curl from him.
He swept his arms into his coat as he stood. He
presented her with a slip of paper, which she unfolded to reveal a handwritten
address she didn’t recognise. “Think carefully,” he said from over her shoulder
now. She made a mental note to pay more attention while he was in the room in
future. “This opportunity won’t come again. If you want to go ahead, be at that
address tomorrow night, eight o’clock. If you’re not there, we’ll assume you
aren’t interested.”
He’d reached the stairs by the time she turned in
the seat. “Wait, that’s it? What about the details? What about the perks? Am I
getting in on the company pension scheme or what?”
“We can cover details if you choose to go ahead.”
While his expression remained unchanged, another spark in his eyes had the
hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention. “You have all the
information you need.”
“Right,” she said, glancing down at the paper
between her fingers. Even though you haven’t really told me anything about
yourself, or the company you represent. There’s “need to know” and then there’s
just ridiculous.
She
looked up to say this, but of course he was gone, leaving only a faint spice of
cologne behind. She slipped her head into her folded arms on the table. The
bruising around her neck hurt when she swallowed; it reminded her that while
the night hadn’t gone perfectly, at least it wasn’t her last night alive—thanks
to Fox.
About the Author
Born
and raised close to North York Moors, initial setting of American Werewolf in London, one might be excused for thinking K.
L. Kerr's interests might lie with those furry beasts. But she has always preferred
monsters of the fanged variety, having written the very first draft of her
novel, The Genesis, aged sixteen.
When
not writing, Kerr can be found playing the MMORPG, World of Warcraft, or
listening to music from video game soundtracks. She still lives in the North of
England, close to The Moors (keeping to the roads, naturally), with two cats
who--like all cats--think they're people.
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