A time-traveling gargoyle seeks to alter the strings of time, but a demon bent on a blood war stands in her way, threatening to eradicate her and those she loves.

The Dráèek Kingdom, 1815. Mercy Hall, a member of the Gargouille Codex Clan, is forced to watch the execution of her brethren. Injured, she flees from blood-thirsty soldiers and crash-lands in the woods. Seeking safety, she climbs into a hollowed-out tree trunk submerged in water. In the blink of an eye, she ends up a captive in the middle of a war in the West Region of the IV Kingdom, 1715—a hundred years in the past.

Stranded amid danger, she discovers her only chance of survival lies in a human named Ambrose—from the House of Drak. But the dark, soulful music he composes frightens her as well as speaks to her soul.

Mercy finds herself torn between two irreconcilable lives and Ambrose, The Just King of the Tagnikźur Kingdom.
Sith of Time is created by April A. Luna, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Sith of Time

     "I didn't mean to change." A deep-seated warmth creeps into her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I . . ."


     "Hey, it's okay." He kisses her lips.


     She shakes her head. Her inner beast stirs. The beat of her twin hearts thud in her ears.


     Transformation, she thinks to herself. Why the hell did that happen? How?


     "By the Gods, new and old, you are beautiful." Ambrose kisses her neck and skims a hand over the curve of her right wing. "I could drink in your form all day."


     She follows the movement of his hand, half expecting to spy disgust in those silky, chocolatey pools. Instead, she sees a burning desire.


     "Look at me." He kisses her lips. "You've done nothing wrong."


     She glances at him from beneath her lashes.


     "Do not ever be ashamed of who you are." He tips her head to hold her gaze.


     "You're not angry?" His response pleases her, but it also causes great confusion


Chapter 37: Exposing Her Beast