Emile Bienert

Surrendering her life to copywriting for the biotech wing of a multinational corporation was not what Eliza Latimer had had in mind for herself when she graduated from college with a degree in English. Seized by a sudden impulse to defy her fate, she sends a series of incendiary e-mails to the higher echelons of the company. Eliza is certain that she will be fired. But, why would a huge corporation like Monte Salute bring one of its lowliest employees upstate to meet the gorgeous sole heir and owner, if he was just going to fire her? Alessandro Neroni has a secret that Eliza is about to find out. But, she has a secret of her own.
On the other side of the country, Nick Assenzio was working with a team of physicists on the verge of a revolutionary break-through. His life is plunged into disarray when he is implicated in a terrorist plot and must run from a fate worse than death. With his world turned completely upside down, Nick must ally himself with an alcoholic, chain-smoking, semi-immortal magician named Beau.
How will a shadowy religious cabal, an extradimensional bar, the scientific manifestation of hell, werewolves, vampires, and things that go bump in the night eventually weave the fabric Eliza's destiny to Nick's? Who will survive? Can they, along with their unlikely allies, save the world from the Pandemonium Dream? Drink Deeply is created by Emile Bienert, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Drink Deeply

Smoke was still rising from the charred floorboards, and ashes buffeted here and there, hot, mournful snowflakes. Agent Sokolov kicked another chunk of debris to the side and was disappointed to find that there was a recognizable helmet on the corpse beneath it. An intentional demolition crew could scarcely have done a better job on the large central stairwell in the apartment building where, until last night, Sarah Humphreys had been living. What was left would probably need to be razed. Hands poked out from beneath scorched segments of landing, burnt and broken chunks of drywall obscured dismembered legs. Everything was charred. Broken. Barely anything could be recognized for what it had been.


“If there are any dental records on file, it will not be them,” said Pietr, “Anyway, I have reason to believe that every one of those charred corpses is a police officer from the SWAT team.”


“Strange that he’d just fry them like that,” said Tager. “Doesn’t really fit his MO.”


Chapter 30: Evidence