The Return – Day of National & Global Prayer and Repentance Livestream

The Return is a movement, an appointed time, and a specific day set apart for one purpose – the return to God by coming before His presence in humility, in sincerity in prayer, and repentance.

Let us pray for our country and join those who have gathered in Washington DC.

I’m back… Cue the evil laughter

I’m back, bitches. Put up the blaster shields because Maggie Lynn is back in power. Er, has power. You get the idea 😂 Thanks to all the out of state power crews that came to the rescue and to all the lovely indie books that kept me occupied when I wasn’t writing by candlelight.

I spent the last few days fuming. The power put me back a week on Del Muerta. I was literally one chapter away from completion of editing when – dun, dun, dun. The power went black. Still, while I was waiting, I finished the paper daft of Blood War. It worked out. A few trees down but we’re good. How are you all? Safe I hope?

Either way, I’m hoping for a good Autumn launch period this Fall. I’m thinking a release for Forgotten Hart in September, the release for Del Muerta on November first (El Dia de Los Muertos), and sometime around Christmas, both Blood War and the next (though still untitled) Wings of Caligo novel. I’m so excited for them all.

Needless to say, I’ll be taking signups ARC readers for my street team in advance since a few spots opened up, so make sure to either comment, DM or email me for the details.

It’s gonna be an exciting Fall. Stay tuned, for there will be blood… 😉

– Maggie Lynn

Del Muerta: Sanctum of Hell | Chapter 15 – Void

Blood dripped down my chin as I craned my neck to see if anyone was approaching, keeping myself low in case they were still waiting to shoot. Any ideas I had about hotwiring Yaron’s car were forgotten as I saw the engine hood riddled with holes, despite the thing being armored. It wouldn’t start.

In my line of sight were about thirty men, ten with machine guns and the rest armed with various weapons. Several had machetes coated with blood. A few had Santa Muerte emblems, members of the small but growing death cult in the city. The cult the drug dealers in particular prayed to while sacrificing for their skeletal deity. Human sacrifice, that is.

What’d once started as a folk saint prayed to for protection had now morphed into something far more sinister.

Great. This had just turned from a land battle to a spiritual one for the city. Those who worshipped death itself usually were cavalier with the lives of those still living… and to save their own necks from the grave, no less.

Not good. This wasn’t the first battle they’d had this evening, judging by the blood on their bodies. And none of it was theirs.

While most weren’t openly garbed in military or police clothes, I got the distinct feeling they were experienced fighters. Maybe even gang members from the lower end of the city.

“Oh, Miss Anna?” one called from the very center, prowling along like he owned the place. As his eyes roved around, I determined that he was the leader of the group. One could practically smell his ego it was so large, the men keeping careful guard over him. “We know you’re here…”

His voice promised lethal malice. Hiding wouldn’t save me for long. Any attempt to escape with my injured ankle wouldn’t be fast enough. Better to try and ingratiate myself with whomever they were first before making a last ditch run for it.

So as not to appear afraid I stood in one fluid motion, keeping my weapon visible though not aimed at them. As they spotted me, they didn’t outright fire. That was a good sign at least. Barely.

The leader grinned upon seeing me, his dark features visible in the dawn’s low light. He extended his hands toward me mockingly. “There she is. The supposed bait; the Lynx’s squeeze. Too bad they caught the wrong fish. Or should we be considered sharks?”

Either he was unhinged or overly brash. None of them had the polished look of the local drug cartel’s men. There were no clues about where their allegiances lay. Or if they had any, other than the apparent death goddess. “Who are you?”

A few chuckled as if amused by the question. The leader rolled his eyes.  “Honey, I’d be askin’ what I want, not who I am. But your curiosity is touching. I admire your spunk, getting that bastard at gunpoint. Real sexy.”

Oh, yeah. Real big ego. Huge.

As he approached, he put his foot on top of Haynesworth’s chest and pressed down. Haynesworth groaned with a pained gasp, too wounded to escape him.

“Are you the leader of the Forge?” I asked, standing my ground. Though I wanted to stop him from hurting Ryan, I didn’t dare intervene.

The man ignored me, pressing down harder on Ryan’s chest to the point I heard him wheeze. “So sweet of you all to tell us where you’d be. Did you really think the Lynx was the only one tuning in to your police scanners? Huh?!” As Ryan refused to talk, he stomped down on him harder. “Half of the Forge are cops under your command, you dirty scum!”

Unhinged, not brash. Rather than shoot Ryan, he was just tormenting him. Then his focus shifted to me, his gaze sharp. “So what to do with you… the princess to the dictatorial throne…”

“I want nothing to do with any of this. I’ve been held under threat of death for years,” I replied, relieved as I saw him loosen the pressure on Ryan. The rest of the men remained crowded around behind him, clearly awaiting orders. Orders to do me in, judging by the anticipatory looks.

“Yes, supposedly you’re with the Lynx. I don’t like superhero wannabes in my city,” he sneered, sinking any hopes I had of walking away easily. “Or loose ends. I’ve got no use for you since Daddy Dearest already croaked.”

My mind whirled, taking in all the escape routes that I could use. I saw only two. “Don’t be so sure…”

As he approached me, I made no move to stop him and instead challenged him head on with my glare. He touched my cheek with dirty, blood-covered fingers. “You’re not my type, sweetheart.”

“I meant with my sway over people,” I snapped, grossed out beyond measure by the way he took my statement. While I was desperate to stay alive, I wouldn’t stoop that low. “I have connections.“

“I don’t need you,” he crooned to me, getting a bang out of toying with me.

“Then I disappear,” I said, mapping out my plan in the back of my mind. “You can have the city. Take it.”

He jerked his head and one of his men yanked the machine gun up in my direction. Mr. Personality stepped back, shooting me another smirk. “You bet you’ll disappear. But nice try. Points for that, toots.”

“We bring her to Fatan, Dracin,” one of the men among the crowd said, taking a step forward and addressing the leader. Unlike the others, he had a bulletproof vest and stood differently from the crowd. “I have orders.”

I couldn’t help but violently jump as Dracin jerked his head in a signal, thinking it was the signal to shoot me. Instead a man from the crowd behind the vested guy responded, raising his machete. I looked away, unwilling to see the vested man’s gruesome death.

I heard it though, hearing him cry out before the crack of his skull sounded. Blood ran through the already crimson puddles of the yard, pooling by my shoes.

Dracin never even so much as flinched, completely unaffected by the death behind him. Instead, he toyed with a lock of my hair, apparently enjoying my horrified reaction as he only watched me more intently. “Yes, Fatan may want you but I know better than that. If he gets you, he gets control of the city. And it’s mine.”

A glimmer of madness shone in his eyes, lust for power giving rise to an internal insanity. One that demanded I immediately die.

He stepped back and jerked his head; the same gesture that signaled the other man’s demise. I didn’t give a damn who this Fatan was that everyone but me seemed to know about. I knew my course. My escape route behind the next row of compacted cars was iffy at best, but it was my only shot. I was as good as dead if I didn’t move fast.

My salvation was unexpectedly found, however, as all the lights in the yard abruptly blacked out. Everything went eerily dark, all of us hidden in the shadows of a stack of cars.

Dracin’s attention shifted from me. “What the hell-?!”

Not caring how or why the lights had gone out, I bolted while they were distracted. I didn’t care if I cracked the fracture in my ankle further, providing I got away and could keep on running. While it was shrieking at me with painful protest, I kept pushing myself faster.

A few bullets pinged off metal behind me, the men having turned too late to stop me. “Stop her!”

Weaving in and out of the various rows of cars in the darkness, I kept heading for the sound of the rushing river. If I could get to it, I’d swim for higher ground. Either that or dive under the water to avoid the bullets. The current wasn’t strong.

Disorientation in the dark was prevalent as I tried to find my way through the rows of crunched cars. The lines weren’t straight or organized and I slammed into a few, the way unclear. Voices were coming closer, so I knew they were gaining on me despite the unknown terrain.

Lashing out as I was grabbed from the side while rounding a vehicle corner, I fought savagely. Stomping down on the foot of whomever held me and attempting to round on them, I yanked the gun up to shoot. My panic was blinding; cracking my composure. But as I heard a familiar voice hiss in my ear, I froze.

“Stop it! It’s me!” Alvin’s terrified voice sounded, hauling me in the opposite direction from where I’d been sprinting. His hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me along. “Come on!”

Not sure where he’d come from or why he was even here, I blindly trusted him. “Alvin?”

“Heard them on the radio – saying they had you – then the Forge – where’s Kit?!” he spat out in a consecutive blur, panting as we ran. With considerably longer legs than mine, he was practically dragging me behind him. It was like trying to keep up with a gazelle.

“Hospital,” I responded, hearing an unknown booming noise coming closer as more of the men gained on us.

I nearly stumbled and fell as a row of cars crashed down, knocked over from behind. The top car rolled and landed with a thunderous bang where I’d been a split second earlier, showering us with shattered glass. Seeing some kind of small crane being used to push them over, my stomach bottomed out.

With that new danger in mind (that being, flattened before they could shoot us), I knew for certain that we were screwed. If they could knock down more rows, we’d never escape. Either it’d cut us off from escape or crush us.

“Damn! We need to hide until the others can get here,” Alvin said, dragging me out of the last row. “I can’t shoot for shit and – there!”

He pulled me down, scuttling under a truck that hadn’t been crushed yet. It was just low enough to the ground that it could hide us. The timing was spectacular, too, considering all the lights to the yard flashed on once more. Brilliant white light made me blink. They must’ve broken into the control office. All the lights were on, more than before. We’d be visible if we tried to run any further.

We lay flat to the ground on our stomachs. Seeing Alvin now in the light, the terror was plain in his eyes. While coming for me had been brave, I very much doubted solely defending me from this group had been his intention. His bottom half was clad in pajama bottoms like he’d rolled out of bed to come after me.

“I don’t care where she went!” Dracin was heard bellowing at his men from a distance away, throwing a temper tantrum somewhere beyond the nearest staggered row of cars. “Find her!”

“Dammit,” Alvin muttered, fishing around in his pocket and pulling out a cell phone to send a text. “Come on, Gata! Where are you?”

“You came alone?” I asked, dreading the answer. If so, he’d likely doomed himself to save me.

“Others are on their way,” he huffed out in a hoarse whisper, stowing the phone away and looking out for any sign of danger. His eyes flashed over me. “Kit’s the one who’s used to getting shot at, so I’m next to useless in a fight. If we can get to the entrance, I have a motor scooter to escape on but…”

“We’ll never get out that way,” I muttered, knowing the entrance would now be guarded. “Any other ideas?”

“Damn Dracin for this!” he cursed, peering out behind us. “No reason for any of it! He’s got the city. What more could he want?!”

I shushed him as I saw a set of boots approach around the next corner of cars. Three more sets came up, skirting around the edge of the car. I didn’t dare breathe, keeping my gun ready in case they checked where we were hiding below.

As they headed past and disappeared, Alvin let out a low moan and cursed, putting his head on the pavement.

“Where’s the scooter?” I whispered, far from assured by their passing. “If the way to it is blocked, there’s the river-“

I screeched out as I was abruptly dragged out from behind by my feet. Once out from beneath the vehicle, I shot the man who’d snatched me, seeing two others next to him. Before they could shoot, I’d downed them as well. They fell with shouts, dead before they hit the ground.

Throwing the gun aside since the cartridge was now empty, I snatched up the fallen men’s guns and handed one to Alvin. He just stared at me as he emerged, clearly not having expected me to gun them down with such ease. Or without remorse.

While I’d feel guilty later, adrenaline was running high now and I needed to thrive on a killer instinct. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be the only one dying now. And I very much doubted Alvin had a killing bone in his body. Especially considering he looked at the weapon in his hands like a venomous snake.

“Get to the river,” I ordered, helping him up and knowing that the others would now know where to start looking for us. The previous gunshots were a dead giveaway.

We sprinted for the water, skirting around the remaining crushed cars. Alvin remained by my side to protect me despite the fact he was faster on his feet. Hearing shouts coming from behind us, I knew they were gaining on us again.

“Go,” I huffed out, urging him to save himself. “I’ll follow-“

As I skittered to a halt, seeing a man appear in our way right before the edge of the dock, I felt a new kind of dread. This one didn’t have a gun. He instead wielded a blade; the blood encrusted machete that’d brought down the man before.

Without time to fire, I jumped aside just as he swung at me.

Seizing the initiative, Alvin dove for a discarded metal rod at our feet and swung it in defense, but lacked the muscle strength to follow through. The man caught the rod and thrust it away, tossing Alvin’s strike aside. Alvin fell to the ground, unbalanced by having thrown all his weight behind the blow.

Aiming the gun at the man before he could land a blow on Alvin, I demanded, “Stop. Let us pass or I shoot.”

Seeing the pistol aimed squarely at his head, he lowered his machete slightly. Alvin scuttled back, edging out of the machete’s reach. But as I moved to step forward, I was distracted from the side.

“Aiyla, look out!”

As I half-glanced in the direction Ryan’s warning shout had come from, I was confused to see him standing with Dracin and all his men. Despite the fact Ryan was bleeding from the gut and shoulder wounds that they’d inflicted, he was standing with them freely.

In that one instant as my focus wavered, I realized a beat too late what Ryan had done. My adversary took full advantage of the diversion.

Out of the corner of my eye, I barely spotted the machete whistling toward my face. While I attempted to twist out of the way and dodge the blow, my move wasn’t fast enough.

Alvin’s scream drowned out my own as the edge of the blade slashed down my body, slicing me from my forehead down to my hip. Mind shattering pain ran through me as I staggered back, clutching at my chest and head.

While the blow had been glancing compared to a fatal, crushing strike, it’d been enough to rip directly through my right eye to my chin and then down my shoulder to the hip. Blood ran through my fingers as I bit back another scream, the agony consuming me. The liquid pooled over my hands, splashing to the ground.

A cry somewhere between a gasp and guttural yell escaped me as I reeled, trying to hold the pieces of my broken body together.

“No!” Alvin screamed out again an instant too late, the terrible sound echoing around as he got to his knees to come to my side. “You bastards!”

“Nice work, Haynesworth,” Dracin said appreciatively from where they stood, numb to my suffering. He clapped him on the back. “Consider yourself hired.”

Through the pain, I realized with the sting of bitter betrayal that Ryan had sold me out to save himself. He’d deliberately distracted me so that I could be struck down, proving his loyalty to his new master.

“Run, Alvin,” I croaked, the sound slurring over my ruined mouth. The right corner of my lips was slashed, blood filling my mouth and choking my throat. Alvin hesitated, looking between me and the group of men, unwilling to leave me.

With my one good eye, I saw Dracin nudge Ryan and gesture at me as if my demise was wholesome entertainment. “Now finish the job.”

I stumbled back again onto the dock, losing the feeling in my knees as my blood quickly drained from me. I put a hand up on reflex, the gesture begging for silent mercy.

Ryan looked at me, regret in his eyes. But not enough remorse to stop him as he aimed. His hand shook, the firing hand injured and bloody. “It’s not personal…”

There was no worse kind of lie than that. Maybe in some way he thought he was sparing me, but I’d never see it that way. Never. Holding someone’s life in your hands was as personal as it could get. Especially as you decided your life was more valuable than theirs and sold their soul for your own fate.

As I took another faltering step behind me, my foot caught on a nail in the wood of the dock. I staggered back to regain my balance and found that I’d reached the end of the pier.

Weightlessness held me in a timeless state as I free fell before plunging into the water. The river hadn’t gotten rain recently, so the tide was low. Sinking down, my lungs burned as I realized I hadn’t taken in a breath. Before I’d bleed out, I’d drown. All my wounds burned from the contaminated water, adding to the already excruciating pain.

Kicking out didn’t work as my body failed me. I broke the surface with a start, unable to see. Trying to find the edge of the pier with my hands, I found it to be smooth metal. Pilings surrounded the shore, making it impossible to climb. There was nothing to grab to keep myself above water. Nothing to pull myself upward with.

I slid back down, too weak to stay afloat.

All I heard as I sank under were further gunshots and yells of alarm. The only thing I could do was pray to God that Alvin could escape. He should live.

Rapidly losing consciousness, I knew there was nothing left to fight. There was no way out.

While the concept was cliché to the very last, my whole life flashed before my eyes. A feeling of complete uselessness enveloped me.

Every passing moment I’d ever lived for felt encapsulatingly worthless, having stood for nothing despite my best efforts. I’d made no impact anywhere, knowing only that lives had been destroyed in my name. Even Kit’s love wasn’t enough to dull the bitter ache.

Everything I’d ever set out to accomplish was awash with failure. If there was someone waiting in the afterlife for me, they’d hate me for having my wasted life on barely living. I hated myself for it, too.

All I could hope for was that those I cared about would find some way to live. That they would not be on the other side, there to greet me as I failed.

With no hope for my own survival, my consciousness flickered out. But not before leaving behind a passing wish that I could’ve done better – more – in life. Perhaps I could be better in death. That was the only solace left in the fading of my discarded soul.

Make sure to tune in next Friday for chapter sixteen! I can assure you this isn’t the end.

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– Copyright 2020 Maggie Lynn Heron-Heidel

Del Muerta: Sanctum of Hell | Chapter 14

Awareness came back to me in an instant as a gun fired off somewhere nearby. I jolted upright and looked around despite the drug in my system.

Beyond baffled as I saw that I was surrounded by scrap metal cars and a junkyard, I just cursed. Bound to a lamp pole in the darkness with my wrists tied together around it, there wasn’t much else I could do other than that either.

Night had fallen, the damp grounds illuminated by high beams shooting up into the sky. There was a dock a few hundred yards away, so we must’ve been down by the river. That meant I was in the far end of town past Infierno. The hospital was on the complete other end of the city.

The question was what the hell had they brought me here for.

Hearing movement, I looked to my left. Haynesworth was perched on the edge of a crunched in, wrecked car watching me. Behind him stood five other men. They stood on red alert, guarding the perimeter with heavy semiautomatic weapons.

“You’re awake,” he said conversationally, acting as if there was still one ounce of friendship between us.

“What are we doing out here?” I asked, now seeing twenty other men staged in a scattered circle around the yard. All were armed to the hilt, looking more like soldiers than police.

“Yaron believes that if we threaten you, the Lynx will come to ‘rescue’ you,” he replied with a shrug. And considering the late hour, they’d likely been here all night, watching me as I remained unconscious. Not to mention for a stupid reason.

“How the hell is that supposed to work? I don’t know the Lynx,” I admitted, noting that it was shortly before dawn. Orange light was spreading over the lower sky. We’d left the hospital hours ago. “He’s not going to come for me. Even if he gave a damn, he wouldn’t be that dumb. Not to mention he could still be buried in the rubble from the bomb!”

He shrugged, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it for himself. “Better to obey at this point than to question. Personally, I think it’s stupid hinging everything on catching a vigilante, but orders are orders.”

Another habit he’d hidden from me. He knew I hated cigarettes. “And Teagan?”

“I’d worry less of him and a lot more about yourself,” he chided, taking a puff as he read a newspaper. “Yaron is supposed to be arriving to oversee this op. You may yet escape your parents’ fate, so sit tight.”

I wrinkled my nose at the smell, trying not to inhale the smoke wafting in my direction. Flavored menthol tobacco by the smell of it. “They dead?”

“Assumedly. Your father sunk his own ship,” he added, still acting as if we were friends. As if I wasn’t bound and bruised; my face swollen from being slammed to the ground. “He dropped an insane amount of money into the Tourney as a last-ditch effort to placate the public, as well as his new ‘manifesto’. All it did was rile the public.”

Any idiot could’ve seen that coming, but I held my tongue. He sighed. “But you were unfortunately the final straw, causing an unforeseeable effect.”

 He held up a newspaper headline for me to see, leaving me stunned to see myself in multiple photos with Kit from the past few days. The caption over it read ‘Doomed Romance’.

“You’ve made the public go mad, thinking you were sympathetic to their side,” he muttered, throwing the paper on the trunk of the car before letting out an amused snort. “You’ve got to appreciate the irony. Then again if you survive, I suppose you’ll get to see if Kit wants you without your affluence. You’ll have nothing.”

“An instantaneous turnoff to you, I’m sure,” I muttered, testing the ties on my wrists. “Now that you’ll busy yourself with kissing Yaron’s ass, hoping he’ll promote you, I’m useless to you. The only thing I want to know is why.” As I stared at him, he blew out a slow puff of smoke.  I held eye contact. “If you knew my father was on thin ice, then why try to acquire me as a wife? You knew there’d be nothing to gain from it.”

Silence fell for a second, the only sound coming from the dock down the way as the water ebbed and flowed. Ryan stared at me without blinking, almost as if personally disappointed by the question. “Be careful what you say, Anna,” he said softly, tossing his cigarette away. “If you comply, you may yet still find sanctuary with me.”

The statement surprised me. Perhaps he did harbor some genuine affection for me after all. Looking at him, I detected a tinge of fear. What was happening frightened him. Then again, his family was very close with mine. They weren’t the top of the food chain when it came to elites, so to speak. His sudden switch in priorities might have more to do with keeping the new rulers placated and his family out of the line of fire.

The suspicion in my mind only strengthened as an armored car rolled up and Yaron stepped out. Ryan immediately straightened, turning his back to me.

Deciding not to leave myself at a disadvantageous level, I got to my feet, using the pole to bolster myself up. For someone who had just set himself up as leader of the city (and an arms dealer no less), Yaron wasn’t very bright. The yard was an open location that any enemy could penetrate. He had to know he’d made himself into a sitting duck by being here. Yet here he was.

Then again, so was I.

“No sign of him?” Yaron demanded, a team of battered security personnel following behind him. By the look of them, they’d all been under fire at some point during the night.

“None. We’ve signaled across all the police radios, as per orders,” Ryan replied, standing straight and saluting him. “Not even a nibble.”

So they assumed the Lynx was listening to the police radios? What was with Yaron’s obsession with killing this guy? Considering everything that was happening, what could he possibly have to gain from focusing on this?

As Yaron strode straight past him and up to me, I squared my chin. He just sneered. “Got anything to say to me?”

Staring at him without flinching, I refused to back down. Even if I stared my death straight in the face, I wouldn’t beg. “Like what? Hasn’t it occurred to you that if I was truly with the Forge I wouldn’t have hung around in a building rigged to blow?”

A grunt escaped me as he struck me across the cheek, the blow hard enough to tear my lower lip. I spat out the blood with a smile, undaunted. “You can hit me all you want, but it won’t change anything. You’ve spent your first official night as Presidente running around in the dark after a man in a cape. Don’t you have anything better to do?”

He struck me for a second time, then clamping down on my throat with his hands. “Then tell us why a figure was seen by security, going in your window?”

“It was Kit, you moron,” I snarled, losing my patience. As he glared into my eyes, I sneered, “He was on the floor above mine and smuggled me food. I’m not the Lynx’s Mata Hari and never was!”

Blank shock crossed his face, not expecting the simple answer. I spat another wad of blood out, the glob landing on his shoes. Turning his attention from me, he barked at the police around us, “Spread out. Whether she knows the Lynx or not, he’ll come. He’s been listening to the police lines. He shows up at crime scenes too coincidentally not to be.”

Looking back at me with a nasty, vindictive grin, he added, “And shoot to kill. I want that menace dead.”

If he expected me to react, he was left cold as I rolled my eyes. For the Lynx’s sake, I hoped the man had the sense to stay away. As for Yaron’s vendetta, I didn’t doubt now that it was personal.

“Why do you want him so much?” I asked, unable to stifle my own morbid curiosity. Yaron turned to me, surprised by the question.

“Hand the people the body of their personal savior and they’ll see the fight is futile,” he replied, likely having noticed the curious stares of the other men as well. Everyone thought this move was lame. They just didn’t dare voice the sentiment for fear they’d wind up like me.

Yaron sneered, “It’ll secure the city and my leadership. Tell the populations the Lynx bombed his own people and they’ll back down.”

So he thought this was the key to defeating the Forge? “Fat chance,” I said, shaking my head. “The citizens have gotten so desperate that they’ll leap at any change at all, even if it’s a wild card. They’ll hold out hope and refuse to trust you. You’ve already lost.”

If he disagreed, he didn’t deign me a reply as he turned away. All the same, I could see the agreement in the eyes of the policemen around me. They knew the loyalty of the people was shifting and nothing would bring it back to them. Not in the near future anyway.

Shifting so that my back bore my weight against the pole, I felt the ropes on my wrists slip slightly. They weren’t tied correctly. While the others were distracted, I ever so slowly began working them as Mortimer had taught me to.

Over the next half hour, the ties gradually slackened. Oblivious of me, the policemen were keeping an eye on all the perimeters of the yard. Other than a feral ginger cat knocking over a soda can and startling them all, nothing otherwise remotely feline had showed his face. At that, Yaron shot the poor cat in the head.

All I had to do was wait for the opportune moment to escape. If Yaron could kill an innocent cat, I didn’t want to stick around and see what he’d do to me. Otherwise, all the move did was alienate him from the other police officers. All of them shot Yaron openly hateful looks; feeling sorry for the poor creature.

While I was sure the others hadn’t noticed, Ryan was otherwise visibly bored. He knew the Lynx wasn’t coming as well as I did. He just didn’t want to upset his new boss. My suspicion was confirmed as he muttered with a suppressed yawn, “It’s almost dawn. The nuisance never comes out in broad daylight.”

I flat out gulped as Yaron turned heel and strode back toward me with a downright vicious look about him, flicking open a switchblade. Shit was about to get real whether or not the Lynx showed up.

“What’re you-?”

“Giving him incentive,” Yaron snarled back to Ryan, jabbing it up at my throat. The point dug into my neck over the jugular as I looked into his fiendish eyes, seeing an anticipatory glint in them. Oh, yes. He definitely got off on blood and torture. The cat was his first kill for the night. In his eyes, I’d be the second and likely, not the last.

“She’s worth more alive, Yaron,” Ryan warned, the police around us turning to watch with dismay. Now that it was clear I wasn’t a traitor, none of them were as eager to see me die. “Especially since her father broke the deal with the Fatans. You might be able to leverage her to-“

“I don’t give a damn about Fatan. Losing a few fingers won’t kill her,” he sneered, waiting for my terror to show, likely expecting to get a high off of it.

Needless to say, he didn’t get one.

In a move so fast that he barely even reacted, I slipped the ropes from my wrists and snatched the blade from him, whipping it up to his throat. In the same stroke, I grabbed the gun from the holster at his waist and aimed it at his heart.

The policemen barely even reacted, too stunned to stop me. Either that or they were hoping I’d off him for them. While all weapons turned in my direction, their move was entirely too slow.

“Stand down,” I snarled, my voice rasping out with an ugly, hoarse quality. Yaron just stared at me as I dug the muzzle into his chest as well as the edge of the blade into his skin. Much like the big bully that he was, once outmaneuvered, Yaron gestured for them all to step back.

“What do you expect of this, Anna?” he asked, eyeing both weapons. “It’s twenty against one-“

“I beat ten men single handed the other night. What’s twenty more?” I roared out. “Now let me walk or else…”

Seeing Haynesworth out of the corner of my eye, I saw him gesture subtly for his men to back off. If no one else, he knew exactly what I was capable of. And I’d managed this after being beaten up and my ankle cracked. Though I was limping, it wasn’t going to stop me.

Outside all of our control, however, it seemed that there was yet another enemy that had outsmarted us all.

Diving to the ground as machinegun fire sounded from all sides, I scrambled automatically for the nearest refuge. Seeing people hitting the ground all around me, shot point blank with no mercy, I leopard crawled for the protective cover of Yaron’s armored vehicle. I screeched out as a body abruptly landed on top of me.

Looking to my side as it landed across my back and coming face to face with Yaron’s vacant eyes, I shoved him off. Blood dribbled from a hole in the side of his head and leaked all over me, telling me exactly what’d felled him.  

Pressing myself against the side of the vehicle, I stowed the blade in my pocket and kept my gun at the ready. The car was locked and I wasn’t willing to risk going back to Yaron’s body for the keys. With my heart pounding in terror, all I could do was watch as the carnage unfolded.

Men were running for cover on all sides and very few made it. Blood splattered over the ground, men keeling over under the deadly hail of bullet fire. They yelled out and were silenced like pigs sent for butchery, trying and failing to coordinate against the onslaught. The attack had been too swift to fight back.

Ryan was down, shot multiple times and curled on his side. Everyone else was either dead or dying, the smell of blood so pervasive in the air that it sickened me. Like metallic copper it rose over me, the scent not unlike a slaughterhouse near where I used to live. A few men continued to scream, not quite dead yet. One radioed for help before being shot again, his warning cut off.

There was nothing I could do for them, either. Not knowing where the attack was coming from, I couldn’t fire back. The muzzle flashes were obscured from me. Not to mention I had nowhere near enough rounds. The cartridge in Yaron’s weapon wasn’t full. For now, I was stranded between the four corners of the yard with nowhere to go.

As the junkyard fell quiet, a grim sort of dread set over my mind. God only knew how many there were against me. It could’ve been anywhere from a few to a small battalion. Now that they’d stopped shooting, whoever was out there, they’d would come looking for survivors.

The next round had only begun.

I was dead center in the line of fire.

Stay tuned for next week’s chapter! God bless and make sure to comment what you think is going to happen next!

– Copyright 2020 Maggie Lynn Heron-Heidel

Del Muerta: Sanctum of Hell Part 13

Enemy of the state.

I wasn’t sure if that was what I was considered or not.

To my relief, Teagan stayed down once struck, not fighting any longer. Either that or he’d been knocked out. I couldn’t be sure as they dragged me up two floors.

Once there, Haynesworth dismissed the other men and escorted me to a room at the far corner of the building. Once inside the conference room, I saw both Father and Elena sitting in chairs on the far side. Then I noted the ropes securing them in their seats, as well as six armed guards standing around them. All indicators pointed to the fact that we were done for.

I refused to show any fear.

“What’s going on?” I demanded as Haynesworth prodded me forward and shut the door behind me. “Father?“

“Your father is none of your concern,” Yaron’s icy voice interjected, the back of a chair from the far end of the table turning to see me. From his vantage point, he’d been looking out the window over the city. Pitch dark eyes glared, looking straight through me. “I’m in charge now.”

That boded ill. So he’d inserted himself as the Presidente? As my eyes swiveled toward my father, he sputtered out, “This is outrageous!”

“Shut up,” Yaron barked out forbiddingly. On his cue one of the guards smacked my father on the head from behind. Then Yaron’s eyes settled back on me with pensive scrutiny. “But there is still a question as to what to do with you. You’re a spy.”

I refused to betray my trepidation as he left that accusation hanging. “And what evidence do you have of that? That the Lynx decided to come to me in an emergency instead of you? That a woman ambushed me in the dressing room yesterday and scared me? I mean, I’ve sat on the knowledge that my father murdered my aunt for years now. What makes you think I’d side with the Forge now after I’ve remained silent for so long after learning that?”

As I said those damning words, my father paled and looked down at his lap. More to my interest, Haynesworth shifted from where he stood in the corner, eyes widening with understanding. Apparently he hadn’t known about Lola after all.

“I’m not concerned with where your allegiances lie,” Yaron sneered, clasping his hands together. “Or why you decided to disobey orders to leave. My interest is why the Lynx would visit you twice. Perhaps even more than you’re willing to let on…”

Then the question came as to what he was planning to do about his musings. Before I could question him, he flicked a finger at me. “Take her and dispose of the others. I’ll meet you after the press conference…”

A thrill of fear hit me square in the chest as both Elena and Father were immediately seized and secured, guns aimed at their heads. While I hated them both, I didn’t want to watch them die firsthand either.

“Dispose?!” my father bellowed, though not fighting them as he was hauled to his feet.

“Your position is at an end, Francisco,” Yaron replied calmly, much like he’d been bothered by a mere fly. Death apparently didn’t disturb, move, or deter his conscience. “You overstepped your bounds. You are of no more use to us…”

I looked away as he and Elena took to begging, pleading for their lives and assuring their loyalty to the Hacienda. Though with morbid amusement to the highest, I noted that neither of them pled on my behalf or even considered me at all. I meant nothing to them.

As Haynesworth came over and snatched my wrist, I didn’t fight him. I walked compliantly alongside him as he escorted me out, stifling my conscience as Elena and Father were left behind. Surviving was my concern for now.

Especially as we rounded the corner and I saw ten men waiting, all in riot gear. As Haynesworth pushed me forward, I knew I had to move quickly. Wait until they were least expecting it and then run. Otherwise I’d never get away.

Haynesworth said nothing to me, acting as if he’d never met me before in his life. Now knowing that he’d easily sacrifice me to save himself, I put my hands up and allowed myself to be ushered along. He likely wouldn’t hesitate to shoot me if his own salvation depended on it.

But as we came out to the main part of the floor next to the elevator, off to where patients were, a new kind of dismay came to me.

As the elevator opened, I swallowed hard as an orderly wheeled out a stretcher. On it rested Kit, lying on his side. They must’ve been transferring him up to the floor for intensive care.

Pausing in sipping on the soda they’d given him, his eyes riveted on me as he was wheeled past. Then they swiveled around between the ten armed men surrounding me, inclusive of Haynesworth. “Aiyla?”

A cat-like smile appeared on Haynesworth’s face as he prodded me forward, knowing exactly what he was doing. “Get in.”

“Go home, Kit,” I whispered brokenly, looking at the floor.

Gunfire echoed from the hall we’d just vacated, prompting me to jump violently and nearly fall over, skittering back instinctively at the sound. With my nerves shot, the sound startled me.

As I accidentally knocked into one of the men behind me, he responded viciously. Stars erupted in front of my eyes as he struck me in the back of my head, presumably with the butt of his gun.

Landing on my knees, I cried out as my hands were pulled out from under me and I was pinned down from behind. Giving up on the idea of peacefully complying, I kicked out as my head was slammed hard into the linoleum.

In the back of my mind, I heard a roar from my other side, Kit lashing out at those who’d abused me. Managing to look up regardless of being pinned, I saw him launch off the stretcher. Despite being so grievously injured, he threw his orderly off as they attempted to restrain him. “Get your hands off her!”

“Kit, don’t!” I cried, knowing that the police would have absolutely no qualms about shooting him if he posed enough of a problem. As I tried to sit up, I was slammed back down, this time by three men.

“Sedate her,” Haynesworth ordered with open boredom, gesturing at me. “Easier to transport her then.”

Crying out as I saw Kit likewise being tackled to the ground, I stifled a sob. Despite my warning and all his injuries, he was doing his best to fight his way to my side. From my vantage point, I could see his eyes. They remained focused on me with steely determination, desperation etched on every feature as he fought to free me.

Throwing off a second orderly as they nabbed him, he managed to get a few feet further before being taken down and pinned to the ground by two more who had run up. But as they produced a taser to try and subdue him, I screamed out, “Don’t hurt him! Leave him alone-“

I cut off as my head was jerked, pulled up by the hair and a needle jammed into my neck. I barely felt the sting, my mind too preoccupied on the man before me.

“Aiyla?!” Kit cried out, still struggling as a heaviness fell over my mind. Everything started to slow with a sluggish haze as the drug hit me, my body shutting down despite my best efforts.

In the slowness of the moment, Kit’s face crumpled into despair, eyes locked on mine. His voice came out with a whimper as he called out my name again and began to cry over his failure, the sound almost as desolate as the feeling overcoming me.

I tried to respond but couldn’t as the drug incapacitated me. I was released as I sagged forward, hitting the ground front first. I tried to keep my head up but couldn’t. Control fled from me as I slid one hand toward Kit, reaching for him despite the haze sliding over my mind.

All I could see was his sobbing face as the darkness swallowed me whole.

Next week’s chapter promises to be explosive. Until then, love and hugs…

Author Maggie Lynn Heron-Heidel

Copyright 2020 Del Muerta Sanctum of Hell Maggie Lynn Heron-Heidel

Del Muerta: Sanctum of Hell | Part 12

The emergency room was in absolute chaos.

Once my ankle was tended to, I insisted someone else take my bed. Other than having a hairline fracture and a few deep gashes on my leg, I was in far better shape than anyone else.

Taking refuge in Kit’s bay of the ER, I could hear crying and frantic shouting from outside the curtain. Hundreds of others were injured and many far more grievously than we had been. Children were screaming and mothers were weeping. I wondered just how many of them would be orphans and widows by the end of the day.

The siege hadn’t ended yet. There could be more bombs. Nobody yet knew exactly what the Forge had planned. Night was coming and the darkness was only just beginning to fall on us. And ever so periodically the ground shook, telling me that another explosive had gone off somewhere in the city.

Teagan remained armed and on guard beside me, keeping a wary ear open to our surroundings. Until Mortimer arrived, we were under orders to hunker down here. Hospital security was relatively overwhelmed right now, but the bedlam provided cover for us all the same. Nobody would think to look for us here. As he got off the phone, I asked, “Well?”

“Ten major bombings; thirty-seven IEDs on the streets,” he muttered, shaking his head. “The police are unsuccessfully trying to manage the forays into downtown, but the Forge managed to take a few uptown sections entirely with their forces. They’ve got control of a sixth of the city.”

So they were gaining strength. Considering how strong the police and armed forces were in this city to begin with, that boded ill.

As if reading my thoughts, Teagan muttered, “The trouble seems to be that a large portion of the police is openly defecting and another portion suspected of sabotage. We’ve been undermined from the inside.”

Turning traitor myself seemed like a good idea. Slipping away while confusion was reigning might not be a bad move. The only reason I remained here was lying in the bed next to me.

Looking at Kit as he got a blood transfusion, his wounds bandaged as best the emergency staff could for now, I wasn’t sure what would happen to him. He was on his side to avoid putting pressure on the wounds. I did, however, release a huge sigh of relief as Teagan added, “Good news is that one of the bombs wrecked a good portion of the Tourney stadium. The competition has been put off indefinitely.”

“So where are we at then?” I asked, dreading the answer.

“They’re going to evac you, Elena and your father to a bunker,” he said grimly. “Personally, I think they should’ve done it already…“

He cut off as the curtain parted, revealing Yaron as he stepped in. Grudgingly lowering his weapon, Teagan stood down. Neither of us were relieved to see him by any means. Nor were we sure how he’d found us.

Unlike me in my current condition, Yaron stood perfectly unharmed and unruffled as he demanded, “Anna, have you been treated?”

As I nodded, he said tonelessly, “Good. We’ll be getting you out of here shortly. We’re unable to get armored vehicles through since people are going mad in the streets. As for that nuisance the Lynx, he’s finally been caught red handed. They spotted him on the security monitors just before the bomb went off.”

Alarms sounded in my mind, realizing that he was being falsely blamed for the explosions. If they blamed him, they could effectively vilify him and convince the city he was to blame for all the deaths.

“No,” I huffed out, deciding to lie to buy time until I could question him myself. Meeting Yaron’s forbidding gaze, I murmured, “He was there to stop the bomb. He tried to warn me.”

Both Teagan’s and Yaron’s gazes darkened with my words; Teagan’s with dread and Yaron’s with interest.

“He came to you?” Yaron said, studying me more closely.

“He saved me from an abduction attempt by the Forge a few nights ago,” I muttered, wringing my hands. “So I guess he felt more confident approaching me instead of security. He warned there was a bomb and he couldn’t find it. I didn’t make it out in time. He could still be trapped in the wreckage or dead. I don’t know.”

That last bit was true. He could be. When I’d found him, he’d been rummaging through the file cabinets, so I very much doubted he’d known anything about the bombs. A rational person would’ve fled the premises if they knew.

As Yaron bore down to question me, Teagan let out a curse. Looking back, I saw him looking at a television monitor visible over our bay. As he turned up the sound, reaching it easily, a whole new kind of fright filled me.

My father was holding a press conference from somewhere in the hospital, one that seemed to be on whole going disastrously. He was shouting at the press as they demanded questions. And by all indicators, he’d lost his composure completely.

“It’s the people’s fault!” he yelled back at them, waving his fist at the cameras. “If they had set the industrial quota for the quarter, this wouldn’t have happened! It’s their own laziness coming back to haunt them! And the Forge knows it, too!”

Considering a great deal of noise sounded outside the curtains, it seemed that just about everybody in the ER had heard him, too. And none of it sounded positively received.

“He’s insane,” Teagan muttered to himself, likewise hearing the volume of people escalating around us. “Citizens won’t stand for this.“

“He’s blaming the people?” I murmured, looking at Yaron as his jaw twitched. “Was this planned and scripted?”

As Yaron’s unnaturally cold eyes turned to me, I saw a whole new danger coming my way. Frighteningly inhuman fury showed plainly across his face, telling me that the answer was a resounding no. The shadow government hadn’t condoned this.

“This goes too far,” he replied, looking me over with a new objective in mind. With that said he swept back out, leaving the chill of his words behind him. And I knew damn well what it could mean.

If Father had displeased the elite overlords, there was no telling what they’d do. At best, they’d depose him. More likely, they’d kill.

The realization was only amplified as there was a deafening crash from beyond where we were. Teagan stuck his head out and quickly retracted it, drawing the curtain completely closed.

“Time has run out,” he said, turning to me. “People are forcing their way in the ER doors. I’m not waiting. We’re evacuating now.”

As I stood to move into action, Teagan coming over to support me since my ankle wasn’t completely steady, a quiet murmur made me pause. Looking back, I saw Kit’s eyes open blearily before looking around.

“Aiyla?” he called again, rapidly coming to. His eyes were dilated, likely from the pain medication.

Limping over, I stooped to his side. “I’m here. You’re safe now.”

He blinked, focusing on me with difficulty. “What is that? I hear-“

The crowds were gaining volume and trying to crack the doors in. I could hear it, too, and so could Teagan as he hovered over me. “They’re revolting. Look, I’ve got to go. Tell the Lynx that they think he planted the bomb. I covered for him, but I doubt they believed me.”

Kit’s eyes widened into alarm, losing all signs of drowsiness. “Covered? What do you mean?”

 “Said he tried to warn me of the blast-“

“No,” he moaned over me, looking terrified at the idea. “You didn’t! Tell me you didn’t! It’s too dangerous!”

Lowering myself to his level, I touched his cheek. “Doesn’t matter now. The staff will take care of you when I’m gone.”

“Heard Yaron,” he huffed out, trying to fight against whatever drugs were in his system. He tried to push himself onto one arm before sinking back down.

I nodded. “Yes, he’s coming to take me away.”

The blood drained from his face. “No. If you go with him, The Lynx won’t be able to get to you. You told him you wanted out – to be free…”

As he fought against the pain medications to speak, my mind whirled. “How did you know that?”

“Get to St. Michael’s Orphanage,” he insisted, still panicked by the idea of my going with Yaron. Struggling to move, he managed to remove a ring from his finger and placed it in my hands. “Alvin will hide you if you show this to him. Don’t go with Yaron. I know what he’ll do to you.”

His eyes practically begged me not to, but I tried to place the ring back in his hands. “I’ll never make it that far. They’ll catch me.”

“You have to try,” he begged, pushing it back to me as the beeping of his heart monitor sped up. “You’ll never get the chance again. This isn’t about me. I don’t care if you never want to see me again after this, but you’ve got to try to escape. I won’t be able to help you if you go with him.“

“We’ve got to go, Aiyla,” Teagan insisted firmly from behind me.

“Make him take you there,” Kit insisted vehemently, clutching my hand and eyeing him over my shoulder. “He cares about you. Go! I’ll be fine.”

I wasn’t sure quite what to do. Part of me was terrified by either decision, but looking into Kit’s eyes, I realized I didn’t care. The only future I saw worth living was one with him in it.

With his saving me, he hadn’t only saved my life. He’d saved my heart as well. Saved it from a slow destruction with the path I’d been on. He’d brought me back from the darkness I’d been in after Lola’s death. Kit had revived my will to fight to live.

If I didn’t try to run now, I wouldn’t have the chance again. I’d never get to be with him.

Before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed him softly. He leaned into my kiss; greedily stretching after me to keep the contact between us and not wanting it to end as I pulled away. Already regretting parting, I whispered, “You’d better be. I’m not letting you go that easily.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips as he pressed the ring into my palm, looking into my eyes. “I will find you. Go. Te amo, mi vida.”

That last bit flabbergasted me, confessing that he loved me and especially considering the circumstances. But judging by the look in his eyes, he meant every word despite the pain killers in his system.

His focused changed as he looked over my shoulder, ordering in a forceful tone, “Get her out of here.”

Hating tearing myself away while he was injured, I forced myself to move as Teagan took my arm. He pulled me out the back of the curtains, the both of us heading for the rear staff entrance to the ER.

I looked over my shoulder for one last glimpse of Kit but he was enshrouded from my view by the curtains around the bed, lost to me as we rounded the corner. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I limped along, trying to keep up with Teagan’s swift pace. I’d have to trust the nurses to watch over Kit now. He’d be safest here. The elites wouldn’t care about him anymore now that the Tourney was cancelled.

“We’ll get out the deliveries bay in the lower level,” Teagan muttered, keeping a wary eye on all corners as we moved along.

“Take me to St. Michael’s,” I ordered, wiping my eyes as we went and slipping Kit’s ring into my pocket for safekeeping.

“Let’s focus on getting out of here first,” he said, propelling me along by the back with the other hand keeping his weapon on the ready. “By the time the Forge is finished making a meal of this, your father’s regime won’t last through the night. Until everything cools down, we’re gonna disappear,” he said adamantly, catching me as I almost stumbled and handing me my gun. “Mortimer will cover for us. We’re not taking any chances with you.”

Without question, I accepted my weapon from him, Teagan having taken it while I was treated. I cocked it, keeping it aimed at the floor with both hands and echoing his stance as we moved along.

“If we’re separated, steal a nurse’s uniform and run,” he instructed, voice growing tenser with every step. We headed into a back stairwell, descending further into the hospital’s bowels. “Change your appearance. If they catch me, they’re going to charge me with treason for disobeying-“

“You’re following my orders. I lied and told you that my father gave me a secret emergency plan,” I said, giving him a fake cover story to use. “If it’s too much, I can go on my own.”

The look he shot me was positively scathing. “You know better than that, Aiyla. I’m with you to the end.”

Reaching the door at the bottom of the stairs, Teagan prowled ahead gun first and gestured for me to hang back while he checked out the hall. But as he retreated back a step and squared his shoulders to aim, I knew we were in deep trouble.

“Where are you two off to?” Haynesworth’s lilting voice came from around the corner, Teagan stopping dead without lowering his weapon. “Odd that you’d be sneaking off now…”

Just by his tone, I knew we were screwed. There was suspicion that we were defecting from the Hacienda. Peering around the corner, I saw three other policemen with him. They’d blocked our exit. Yaron must’ve discovered us gone and sent them after us.

“Evacuating,” Teagan replied, not relaxing from his aggressive stance. “Move.”

“That’s funny considering Yaron ordered you to wait for him,” Haynesworth replied, crossing his arms. To my dismay, I heard footsteps coming from the stairwell above us. “He sent me to look for her since she’d gone…”

As his eyes traveled over me, I had the worst thrill of foreboding. Where there once was friendship and lust, now there was nothing but disgust. That along with a great deal of malice.

“You’d better come with us,” he said as two police officers rounded the corner behind me, boxing us in. “Everyone is in the conference room waiting.”

“The building isn’t secure,” Teagan insisted, voice deepening into threatening territory. I knew exactly what he’d want me to do. He’d fire on them while I ran, sacrificing himself. He was just waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

“Says who?” Haynesworth replied coolly, gesturing with two fingers to lower our weapons. “Are you complying?”

His tone told me that we’d be shot if we resisted. Lowering my weapon, I placed a hand on Teagan’s back while slipping past him. While I knew he’d fight to protect me, all it would do is get him killed. I wouldn’t let one more person die for my sake.

His fingers twitched on the trigger as I passed him, seeing that I’d given myself up. There was no fighting it now. As he in turn lowered his gun, Haynesworth sneered, “Consider yourself fired. Get out.”

As he spoke, the two men beside him grabbed me by the arms and steered me toward the elevator at the back end of the hall. Seeing Teagan move convulsively to stop them, I shook my head.

Before I could speak, however, I cried out as he was struck from behind and knocked to the ground. The men from the stairwell streamed out behind him, weapons aimed at his back.

“Don’t hurt him!” I cried as Teagan remained still. “He was trying to do his job!“

“Not one word,” Haynesworth hissed at me, pointing at the elevator with one damning finger. “Get in.”

Copyright 2020 Maggie Lynn Heron-Heidel

House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas – Book Review: Disappointing

This book had such potential, but unfortunately fell disappointingly short. That said, I won’t trash it entirely. The novel kept me reading, even though at times I was scratching my head with the inconsistencies and sudden, impromptu twists. The story had intricate elements which were at best intriguing, but at many points did not cohesively mesh together.

My thoughts:

1 – Pacing issues. For 800 pages, perhaps the story would’ve gripped the audience more securely if things had been sped up. I do not know if the book was rushed in its editing period, but I felt as though at minimum 200 pages might have been trimmed down even further, if not removed entirely.

2 – When twists surfaced in the plot, I often felt they had not been properly set up for the reader. They came without warning and sometimes felt out of character for the person in question. Perhaps more foreshadowing would’ve aided the transitions and actions.

3 – The copious amount of swearing, and mostly at the beginning of the novel, felt as if it cheapened the writing. Having read Maas’ other works, I know how well she can write without resorting to that measure. They began to feel like a crutch to support the story, especially since about halfway through the book, less expletives were used by the characters. That character inconsistency there made it feel as if they were unnecessary and added only for shock effect.

Note: I’ve read and enjoyed many books where the characters swore (and far more copiously and colorfully than in this one), but it seemed natural for them to do so. The usages in this dialogue seemed unnecessary and forced.

4 – The allusions to banging everyone in the bathroom only added to that ‘cheapened’ effect. And considering everyone knows that Maas’ previous adult books have been loaded with sex scenes and pulled them off without devaluing the story or the characters (Rhysand and Feyre being deliciously sinful examples), it was disappointing.

When the two protagonists finally did get around to their love scene, all the other references to meaningless sex had already burned out the powerful effect of a good romance scene. It’d already weakened the moment to the point it didn’t stand out at all between the two of them and felt like more of the same we’d already read. It made the attraction less meaningful. In this sense, a double positive equalled a dismal double negative.

5 – Character issues. Much of the character building was lovely and very well done. The devastation of many of the events was very well expressed and brought sympathy for the characters. But again, things would often surface that did not feel consistent.

(SPOILER) Hunt, for example, as a trained soldier, was unrealistically unaware of his surroundings at times. When he was ambushed twice, it felt as though he deserved it for being so lax about monitoring the goings on around him. I’ve known soldiers, and they keep their eyes open so to speak. It was out of character for him and his skill set.


When the novel finally did get to the climax, the story exploded. The last 150 pages were fantastic and kept my attention flawlessly. Everything was action packed and it leapt off the page. I only wish the beginning half or more of the novel matched it. The few glimmers of action in the beginning and middle act of the book were promising, but did not keep up the momentum. If they had, the story would’ve been outstanding. They felt like two different books entirely, but with the same characters.

I almost feel as if this book would’ve benefited from more time spent being edited and smoothed out. All the elements of a sizzling best seller were there, but the potential for it was seemingly unreached. Having read Maas’ other works, this novel could’ve surpassed them entirely. Unfortunately, it did not.

All I can hope is that these kind of issues will not plague the next in this series. Or the next book in the Court of Thorns and Roses series, A Court of Silver Flames, which is set to release next January.

Regretfully, 3 stars. ⭐️⭐️⭐️

– Maggie Lynn Heron-Heidel

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The State of Our Nation

The state of our nation tonight…. our world… burning with fire and hatred. The demons are feeding off all this and getting power from it.

Don’t think that it is merely a one dimensional battle. It’s only ramping up from here on out and we’ve got no one to blame but ourselves…For those awake, this is now progressing to a full spiritual warfare arena. It’s time to engage.


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– Maggie Lynn Heron-Heidel

Del Muerta: Sanctum of Hell | Part 11 – Te Amo

I could scarcely breathe. Weight pressed down onto my chest, constricting my breathing. The smell of smoke overtook my senses as did the heat, disorienting me.

With a pang, I realized that I’d been a fool. I’d attempted to open a box with a bomb in it. Not my finest moment. Having been so preoccupied, I’d missed the obvious and was lucky to be alive.

The Forge must’ve planted it to attack the club. The blast had gone off just as Kit had thrown us down. The question was what’d happened to him. Trying to move my arms to see if I could locate him, I quickly realized with alarm what was pressing me down.

My eyes flashed open as I found his body covering mine, chest to chest and his head tucked in next to my ear. He grunted as I moved, his breath ragged. “Kit?”

“Don’t move,” he muttered, sounding pained. “We’re trapped under the rubble and it could still crash down on us. Got lucky and the desk shielded us from the blast. Are you all right?”

“There’s something wet leaking, so a pipe must’ve been hit next to us,” I muttered, going still. Other than my right leg being strangely numb, everything else seemed fine. I couldn’t see whatever was on top of us. With no light, I could only assume the club had been destroyed.

“That’s not water, chica,” he choked out, voice strained.

Fear flooded through me, realizing that the liquid beneath my fingers had a sticky quality. And it was seeping down from above, over my legs. “Blood,” I whispered, realizing that he’d taken the worst of the blast to protect me. “How bad are you hurt?”

“Not mortally, but it’s no flesh wound either,” he replied, voice tightening. “Just do me a favor and keep talking. Distract me. I get claustrophobic and being boxed in is doing me no favors.”

Anything for him since he’d sacrificed himself. My hand found his near mine and I intertwined my fingers with his, unable to comfort him otherwise. “You saved me again.”

His fingers twitched in my grip. “We’re just lucky you heard the beeping or we’d be…”

I swallowed hard, though soothed by his presence. His heart was beating wildly through his chest, the rhythm quickening against my skin. “Where are you hurt?”

“Shrapnel in my back and legs. Blood loss is the danger.” As I went to call out for help, he muttered, “Don’t bother. I tried for twenty minutes while you were out. No one heard. If you’re claustrophobic, too-“

“No. Just need to get you help,” I said, slowly turning my head slightly to the side to see him. I could barely see the side of his face in the gloom. “Could the Lynx have planted the bomb? He was here.“

“No. He would never… That much I know,” he huffed out with hesitation, shuddering against me. “If he’d known, he’d have alerted security, despite having to hand himself over to do so. So you’re engaged to Yaron?”

It was my turn to stifle a shudder as he changed the subject. If he knew the news, it must’ve been circulating around the club for all to hear. “Bastard ordered I strip down so he could ‘inspect me’ before the marriage.”

A curse, one so ugly that I shivered, sounded in my ear, Kit continuing to sputter off profanities in Spanish at the mere idea. Not wanting to discuss it further, I changed the subject for a second time. “How did you get your name, Kit?”

Despite the dire state of our situation, he still giggled faintly. “When I was little, my ears and feet were too big for me, so a bully teased I looked like a caracal kit. So I took ownership of the nickname on my terms.” His head turned ever so slightly toward me as if to monitor my reaction. “And you? What was your childhood like?”

“I was always so skinny that Auntie Lola would joke I was like a skeleton,” I confessed, smiling at the memory. “When El Dia de Los Muertos would roll around every year, she’d paint my face to celebrate even though we weren’t allowed to join directly in the celebrations.”

As a child I’d watch everyone heading to the cemetery, wondering what it’d be like. Families would gather by the hundreds to honor their ancestors. The memories were like a beacon to me, leading back to a happier time. A time when I’d been happily ignorant to the suffering around me. The only time I felt loved.

I sighed heavily. “Sometimes I wonder if she was right about me, though. Maybe I am a skeleton. With the way I live my life, I certainly feel dead sometimes. Muerta.”

Dead. A skeleton of what I’d been before her death. All the joy in my life vanished along with her spirit the day of her murder. Ever since I’d felt like I had no identity or purpose. I longed to feel like I made a difference again; even just for one person. For someone to feel like I made a difference for them.

“But despite it all, you make me feel alive, too, Kit,” I admitted, echoing what he’d said the night previous. Especially with the revelation the Lynx had brought me, though I didn’t dare tell Kit that yet. “More alive than I’ve felt in years.” Silence fell as I waited for his reply. No response came. “Kit?”

With a jolt, I realized that his breathing was growing shallower. While I’d been reminiscing, he’d slipped into unconsciousness. Giving in to my panic, I screamed out, “Help! Somebody get us out of here!”

For the next few minutes, I kept screaming until my voice was hoarse. With every second, Kit slipped toward the very precipice I had been talking about: death. The sticky wetness under me was growing. And I couldn’t handle the idea of anyone else dying for me. Especially not him. I couldn’t lose him.  

If I hadn’t been pinned flat and our survival hinging on my screaming, I’d have been clinging to him and begging him to come back to me. The only sanity left to me was the fact I could feel him breathing against me. If he stopped, there was nothing I could do to resuscitate him. With me immobilized, there was no way to do CPR.

As I hit a particularly shrill pitch, I paused as I heard muffled movement from our left. The sound of voices reached my ears, telling me that help was close by.

 “Aiyla?!” Teagan’s voice roared back, the rubble shifting slightly. “Keep yelling! We’re trying to get to you. Don’t stop!”

“Kit’s here – he’s bleeding and –“

I cringed as the rubble started to move over us, expecting it to crash down further. Instead, warm light blinded me as the ruins of the metal desk toppled away, revealing Teagan. Bloodied with his clothes torn but otherwise okay, he stooped down to us.

“I’ve got her,” he yelled back to whomever else was searching.


“We’ll get him help,” Teagan assured me, two other men in search and rescue gear coming into my view. As they carefully lifted Kit from the wreckage, my breath caught in my throat.

Kit had lied; hiding just how grievous his wounds were to keep me calm. Burns covered his whole back and glass was embedded everywhere from his neck down. Shards stuck up at odd angles; blood coagulated around the edges like mottled, burgundy stained glass.

All just to shield me.

I sat up to follow him and looked down as I felt a resistance. Once freed, I discovered why my right leg was so oddly numb. A heavy metal pole sat atop my thigh, likely having cut off circulation while I’d been unconscious. And that’d been a mercy unto itself. The ankle was swollen and bleeding, glass embedded in my calf above it.

Once Kit was in the hands of the other rescuers, Teagan stooped down to me and pried the metal pole away from my leg. As he did, the feeling flooded back into it. Gritting my teeth as the pain came to me, I reached out to him.

Ignoring my hand, he scooped me up in his arms to lift me free. “I’ve got you,” he murmured to me, carrying me with ease over the smoking and, in many cases, still burning piles of wreckage. Despite the urgency of the situation, he surprised me entirely by pressing a kiss to my forehead. There were tears in his eyes as he added, “Thank God you’re alive…”

Unable to bear the sight of the rubble and the many bodies I saw as he carried me, I kept my eyes firmly on Kit as he was transported out ahead of us. Still, my breath was robbed from my lungs as I realized that the entire club had been wrecked.

It was a miracle that I’d survived at all. Kit and I’d been insanely lucky to have been where we were. The rest of the building had collapsed, rubble exploding out and tearing into several surrounding buildings around it. We’d been under a section of the building where there was only one story. Others had been four stories high and all of it’d been brought down on those who’d been inside.

The carnage was inescapable, especially as I realized that there must’ve been multiple bombs in the building. Several of the bodies had been decimated entirely, burned beyond recognition. Others had been torn apart by the blast and others crushed.

A tremor wracked my body as I saw flashing lights and police vehicles on all sides, a news helicopter hovering overhead.

“How many?” I croaked, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Unknown yet, but no small number. Elena got out already,” Teagan said to me, keeping his eyes on the unsteady pieces of concrete he walked over to get us clear. “As did Yaron.”

As soon as we were over the last piece and on the ground, he jogged over to the nearest ambulance. As Kit was placed on a stretcher inside, Teagan gently placed me on the adjacent bench seat in the ambulance. Space must’ve been scarce, seeing that all the other ambulances were full.


Looking up, I saw Haynesworth running toward us after getting out of a police cruiser. He was donned in riot gear, his command of officers pulling up behind him with sirens blaring. An armored SWAT team truck roared down the street behind it, coming to a halt.

He hurried to the back of the ambulance. “Get her to the hospital,” he ordered the EMTs, anger coloring his tone and he looked between me and the scene he’d just pulled up to. “We-“

Screams erupted on all sides as machine gunfire sounded, peppering the police cars with bullets. Haynesworth dove for the pavement as Teagan slammed the ambulance door shut, keeping the deadly hail out.

“Drive!” he bellowed, drawing his own weapon as the EMTs scrambled to do their jobs, the driver trying unsuccessfully to get out of the line of fire.

As a bullet pierced one of the side windows, I made the smart decision and dove for the floor. A wave of pain shrieked through my ankle, but I didn’t care as I searched for the holster I kept hidden under my dress. Before I could get to it, the ambulance screeched out of the space and zoomed for the end of the block.

“Turning into a fucking war zone out here,” one of the EMTs muttered, trying to tend to Kit as the vehicle bounced along.

“What the hell is going on?!” Teagan bellowed back, hovering over me and looking out the windows.

“This wasn’t the only location hit,” the driver called back, swerving around obstacles. “Attacks are progressing all around the city, some in the center of protest zones. People are rioting and panicking amidst it all, blocking the streets. Seems that the Forge was among the demonstrations and infiltrated them to plant bombs. Dozens of improvised weapons have gone off-”

“Shit!” Teagan roared, refusing my gun as I offered it to him. “Damn it to hell! I told them we shouldn’t leave the mansion!“

I just shook as I looked out the window, seeing bullet-riddled windows and police cars heading back the way we’d come. Water mains were blown and water was skiting toward the sky. Street by street was in shambles, people rushing about and trying to take cover.

Plain as day, I knew without asking what was going on. All I could do was hold Kit’s hand from below, trying not to give in to my fear.

The Forge had coordinated a citywide attack to begin an assault on the strongholds of the Hacienda. And they’d left the citizens of the city square in the middle, not caring who was harmed in the crossfire. From here on out, the day was only going to get worse. If they’d gotten this far, this wouldn’t be the first strike.

The city of Dejado Atras was under siege.

We were now at war.

And there was no definitive side for me to stand on.

Stay tuned ’till next week. Things are only going to get hotter from here…

God bless you and may peace reign over your heart. Dejado Atras is closer than you may think…

Maggie Lynn Heron-Heidel (Copyright 2020 Del Muerta: Sanctum of Hell)

You Are Loved Amidst This Storm – My Personal Letter To You For June 2020

Whew! What a week! Hackles seem to be rising in every corner. 

But in the midst of this storm, I wanted this message to be a calm contrast for you. Even I noticed that my own newsfeed has erupted into a flurry of fiery mixed opinions, everyone wanting to have their say at this difficult time.

I didn’t want to be the next person to arrive on the scene, inserting my two cents and throwing my hat into the ring. With the amount of bullying going on out there on the internet (and having gotten several direct, pointless doses of it myself this week), I instead wanted this moment to be a chance for you to take a deep breath. The only kind of trolls I want you to be thinking about are the ones that live under bridges (and perhaps reside in the fictional world of Arestina). 

I want to let you know that in this small spec of time, you are loved. You are cherished. You are valued. I want you to inhale and take a soothing breath. Knowing that many of my friends suffer from anxiety depression and are overwhelmed by what is happening in the world, I am simply sending a hug to all corners of the globe. This is a safe place, free of the bullying tone the internet has taken on this week. 

At this moment if you need an escape, you are free to check out this week’s complimentary chapter of Del Muerta: Sanctum of Hell. I hope it provides a momentary reprieve from the chaos around us. Sometimes fiction can be a handy distraction from our fears and tension.

Having spent many moments in hospital ERs and recovery rooms, I know that the escape of a book can be a lifesaving escape. It is one of the reasons I am so passionate about writing. Not only has it helped me through many difficult times and helped tackle social issues of the world, but I also know that it can do the same for others when they are in need. And I hope in this time, I can help you as well. 

No matter where you stand, I want you to know that I am with you. I am here for you. I need not voice my opinions on the matters of racism and bullying. My written works, Wings of Caligo in particular, have already taken my stance on the subject. Still, I will voice one final truth that so many wish to ignore this week.

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We are all in this world together. 

As always, feel free to reach out to me and reply to this message. I’m here for you and send my love amidst the raging storm in this world. Division is our greatest enemy at this point and I want to extend a hand to anyone who reaches out. God bless you and may peace prevail over all our hearts. 

Love and hugs,

Maggie Lynn