Today, I have a new release for you which is available at AmiraPress.com. I was asked to write a story for an anthology about winged men, and Kolar Darkwing was born. Cast off as an infant in the burning pits, he was taken in by an evil demon king and trained to kill as he grew to adulthood. A rare cross between demon and angel, he belongs nowhere and is loved by no one. A Walk Between Worlds is a high fantasy set in a world fraught
with demons and tangled up in a three way war. The unlikely love found between Kolar and the outcast Telen princess Treila will warm your heart, and the fiery attraction neither can deny is sure to warm you in other ways.
A WALK BETWEEN WORLDS
by Anastasia Rabiyah
Published by Amira Press
Treila
is the second born twin and heir to the Telen throne after her sister’s
untimely death. Her sister, whose magic was of the light, of faith,
love and hope, was the one intended to rule Telen, not Treila, whose
magic is so obviously of the darkness. Faced with having to wed the Nor
King in order to save her city from destruction, she leaves Telen,
hoping to discover what became of her sister. She ventures to the
cliffs of Plemae where the angels dwell, for it was a dark angel who
stole her sister away, but before she can get any answers, she is
captured and brought before the demon king in the sky palace. There she
is thrown into an unwieldy alliance with the very dark angel who
kidnapped her sister—Kolar, now an outcast traitor for standing against
his master. Together, she and her enemy must escape the demons and
return to Telen before the full moon and the Nor King’s attack. As much
as she wants to hate Kolar, Treila can’t deny her heated attraction to
the dark winged angel despite who he is and what he has done to change
her life.
EXCERPT:
With both hands he heaved the door shut on his former
prison. Out of breath from the adrenaline in his veins, he knelt beside
the woman and tenderly brushed her cheek. “Are you . . . all right?”
She didn’t respond. He ran his fingers over her body to check for
injuries. Satisfied she was unharmed in any noticeable way, he turned
her on her side.
Even in the dim light, he knew her face, the curve of her
cheek, the pout of her full lips. Her eyes flickered and opened,
fixating on him. “Minai,” he whispered, incredulous. “How can this be?
I saw him kill you.” He traced her throat to be sure. No line or scar
marred her perfect dark skin. But her long hair had been chopped short.
He lifted her hand and placed her palm to his cheek, hoping to feel the
light inside her wash over him.
“I know you.” Her voice was low and pained. “I know you.” She
blinked and tried to sit up, pulling her hand away. “Bastard!” She
slapped at him. “Get away from me, you monster!”
He stood and stepped away, watching as she got to her feet.
The clothes she wore were not the finery of the Telen princess he had
stolen. Streaks of war paint and dried tears stained her cheeks. Her
full lips were drawn in a dangerous snarl.
“I’ll kill you for what you’ve done!” She charged at him, her fists curled tight, her eyes narrowed.
He remained still, standing in place to take each blow she pounded
against his chest. The strikes were nothing compared to the pain he
sensed in her. She had suffered because of him. He suffered, too. Their
pain and loss were the same, but he doubted she would see that.
The woman beat on him until she grew weary. Her breaths choked
with sobs, she finally stopped and stood there, eyeing him with hatred.
“I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “I didn’t want Minai to die. I had
hoped . . . when I saw you here . . . that she . . . that you . . .” It
was no use. She was not the woman he had stolen. Minai was lost, dead,
forever a reminder of something beautiful and good that he passed into
his master’s hands.
“Why did you take her from me?” She sobbed and raised a fist again, holding it in midair.
“Because my master told me to take her.” He bowed his head. Her
hand slapped his cheek, knocking his face sideways. He deserved much
worse.
Outside the room, the sounds of hooves clopped across the
stone floor. Someone was coming, perhaps just a guard checking in on
those prisoners in the torture rooms. Perhaps someone worse. Kolar
raised his face. “Let me take you from this place.”
“I don’t trust you.” She glared at him.
“You must. There is no one else, and someone is coming.”
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