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

Hard to breathe. Head pounding. Darkness. Thick, coagulating blood ran down the sides of his nose into his eyes. That punch. 


Excruciating pain. Nose must be broken.


Pietr was back in the pit, where they had locked him before. Good. Time was his ally, not theirs. The Church would find him. In fact, if he could keep them from moving for too long, this was a victory. Still… Pietr struggled to find a more comfortable position - there wasn’t any… He had to stay alive and not give away too much. The Pandemonium Dream was at a critical stage, and setbacks could be extremely costly. The chess match was over though. It had been for a while. All that remained was the mopping up of some pawns here and there. Beau would wind up in the neurochemical hell that he deserved for his temerity, and Pietr would have all of eternity to laugh about it.


Chapter 45: Test