As head of the Border Patrol’s Paranormal Operations Unit, Clay Chiles has found a place where he can function and a surrogate family to replace the one he never truly had. He keeps hidden a lot of secrets, and both fears and longs for the day he may be able to take that one long step out of solitude and darkness into love and light.<br><br>Before he can do that, however, he has to face some surprising facts about himself and deal with some horrific enemies. Although not a weak man, he’ll never have the strength alone to confront all those demons. But who can help him there?<br><br>Arondel Wanderer is a son of the ancient Elven royal clan, but far enough from the throne to be expendable. He obeys his queen’s orders to visit Earth and find what is going wrong there. One task he faces is to contact and recruit a human keystone in the desperate effort to stop an invasion of ancient evil that could corrupt the elves’ original home beyond redemption. Aron, a loner and solitary emissary from Elvenheim, never expected to find his soul-mate on this mission, but surprises, both good and bad, have always been part of his long and adventurous life. He’ll take anything good he is given, and once he sights the partner he’s always wanted, the most extreme danger is not enough to deter him.

Runes of Revelation

A huge Trogue had Clay, holding the man as easily as an adult could hold a toddler. The Trogue had apparently administered a stun touch for the man hung limp in the monster’s grasp and did not struggle. Two other Trogues approached at a lumbering run, as if their comrade needed backup.


Aron had trouble understanding the grunting sounds that passed for speech among the Trogues, but memory soon dredged up more meaning from his study of the language made eons ago.


“Kraz wants this one. We cannot kill or eat him now. We have to take him back to the leader. But we will be rewarded. Kraz wants this one very much. Let’s go swiftly now.”


That might not be a perfect translation, but it was close enough. Aron growled silently to himself. Of all the stupid, fucking, stinking, shit-filled luck.Then the two Elves noticed the small and furtive human shape that scrambled down the opposite side of the gully and hurried to the Trogue group.


Chapter 12