Book One of The Sprite Series
- The Last Sprite
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Size: 5.00 x 8.00 in
No man can stop him, It's a good thing they sent a woman.
Cheryl (Sprite) grew up immersed in science and fact. A low level accountant has to always keep a clear head based on what is real.
What is real and what is fact blurred on her twenty-second birthday. When several non-factual being's became a real part of her life.
Figuring out who to trust is tied to her survival. Too bad most of them are wearing masks.
The fact that the demon Belial wants her to die most viciously may not fit with her beliefs, but it is her reality now.
It is only one demon though, how bad can one little demon be?
I was standing in front of the pile of dead bodies, the Scions were gone but the bodies were still just as dead except one. The little boy's face was looking around and his mouth was moving but nothing was coming out. I didn't want to see why. That's when the floating voice started. I couldn't pick a spot that it came from, just a floating sound that filled everything around me. “Your fault.” over and over again in a little boys voice. “Your fault.” “I didn't kill them. It wasn't my fault that the Scions decided a mass killing was a good idea.” A second voice started. The new raspy voice was just that much louder. “Sacrificial alters, Sprite. Thank you for leading my little ones to such a marvelous playground.”
Sprite: An angel who walks upon the earth.