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

Eliza listened to the footsteps of everyone trooping into the large lab where, only moments ago, Lukas had been showing her his prized creation with a glee at the intersection of schoolboy and mad professor. He was breathing, she saw. Apparently, several rounds from a shotgun were not enough to bring down a werewolf permanently. That was good to know. She looked over at Sarah and Nick. She was still crying. His face was a pale grimness.


Lukas’ hand was scrabbling at his pocket. He was trying for his cellphone. Eliza wondered if he was struggling to dial 911. He was desperate, Eliza reasoned. Phones didn’t work in any of the KunstKorp restricted areas. She didn’t even work in one, and she knew that. Besides, if what Nick had said about the FBI’s involvement was true, she wondered if it would even matter. If she’d understood Mark Duquesne’s explanation, they were all about to be put into some sort of hell coma anyway. Why not fight back? What were they going to do, kill her?


Chapter 48: The Battle of Chicago