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

“Who shot the traitor?” Aron’s voice came out even harsher than he intended, but he could not contain his fury.


Mar stepped forward, a mixture of pride, uncertainty, and defiance in his expression. “‘Twas I. We could not let this traitor get away with all he has done! Yes, I killed him, and he deserved to die.”


“Perhaps, but not until we extracted any information from him that we could. True, he would probably not have wished to cooperate but there are ways…In human language, you blew it, Marishal. Next time, think before you act.”


For a moment, they held each other’s gazes in a staring match. Marishal dropped his eyes first. “Aye,” he mumbled.


Alex and Manuel approached Aron. “Can we take the Trogue’s remains back? It’ll be a clumsy burden, but we can rig some kind of a litter or travois and take turns with the load.”


Chapter 16