Do you write in different genres?
I do write in different genres. I write fantasy,
horror and young adult.
If yes which is your favorite genre to write?
I think fantasy is my favorite, there is so much to
work with.
Do you title the book first or wait until after it’s
complete?
I wait until the end to title a book, then try and
play around with the main themes to come up with a good title.
What is your current “work in progress” or upcoming projects?
I have a few short stories that I am working on and
the third Daemon Book which will be called Daemon Battle.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging
in your writing?
Descriptions. I suck at it. I always feel that is slows down the action and have trouble
inserting the information into the scene.
Who is your favorite author and what is it that
really strikes you about their work?
Kelley Armstrong. I like her strong female leads and
the supernatural world they live in.
Do you have to travel much to do research for your
books?
I would love to travel to all the places I’ve
written about, but I couldn’t afford to. I do a lot of research on the
internet.
Do you have any advice for other writers?
Keep writing and be prepared to play the long game.
Unless you’re extremely lucky, you aren’t going to become famous overnight.
It’s about building up your brand and you are always learning.
Daemon Series
Book 2
S. K. Gregory
Genre: Fantasy/Supernatural
Publisher: Mockingbird Lane Press
Date of Publication: Oct 26th 2015
ISBN: 978-1944169220
Number of pages: 206
Word Count: 46,000
Cover Artist: Jamie Johnson
Book Description:
Mackenzie Murphy thought her demon troubles were behind her, but with Taryn as her new roommate and his father still out to kill him, it seems there's no getting away from them.
When Taryn begins to act erratically, Mackenzie discovers that he has to face the consequences for saving her life. Deadly consequences.
So it's up to Mackenzie to save him, while avoiding the attention of a local cop and her homicidal boss.
Maybe demons are the least of her worries.
Available at Amazon
Excerpt:
England 1887
Drawing his
cloak around him tightly, Jeremiah Fleming walked along the dirt road at dusk
as he had been instructed to do. The map he had been given was old and the
markings on it were faded, making it almost impossible to know if he was
heading in the right direction. He had been told to go alone and he had agreed
at the time but now he wondered if he was walking into a trap. He was after
all, a prominent figure, making him a good target for kidnapping.
The demon he was
being sent to find, the Traveler wasn’t recorded in the journals. He was
elusive and did not always reside in this plane. Tonight was one of the rare
nights that he could be summoned and a deal could be struck.
Since being
initiated the year before, Jeremiah had been pushing for this to happen. The
old order had all died out and as the new leader he had complete control. There
were always going to be naysayer’s but he would deal with them in time.
He came to the
crossroads by the old oak and stopped. This was the spot.
Making sure he
had his knife within reach, he settled under the tree to wait. It grew dark
before long, the silence was interrupted occasionally by the call of an owl but
otherwise all remained still. The long walk had tired him, the quiet night
lulled him and he dozed.
A shrill scream
jerked him awake. It didn’t sound human, more the primal screech of an animal.
He quickly climbed to his feet, knife at the ready. A thin mist curled around
his ankles and he squinted in the darkness to see what had awakened him.
“That knife
won’t harm me,” a voice said.
Jeremiah turned
to find to see a dark shape behind him. The dark cloaked figure moved and a
cold chill ran along his spine. He knew he was in the presence of real evil.
“I’ve come to
make a deal,” he said.
The Traveler
gave a low chuckle, “Such a righteous man wants to make a deal with me? What
could you possibly want?”
“Power. The kind
only you can provide.”
“Many humans
have come before, asking for the same thing. Why should I grant it to you?”
“The others
weren’t worthy. I am,” he said with more confidence than he felt. He held
himself still. To show fear would be his death.
The Traveler
moved closer, almost gliding across the ground. Jeremiah stood firm, although
the thought of this thing touching him made him nauseous.
From the
blackness under its hood, Jeremiah swore he saw two red eyes staring back at
him. When he blinked they disappeared.
The hand the
Traveler held out was dark red in color, the fingers ending in pointed black
claws.
Jeremiah
realized he wanted his hand. With a slight shudder, he reluctantly gave it.
One of the claws
snaked out, piercing the palm of his hand. Jeremiah hissed, more in surprise
than pain, as a bead of blood blossomed.
Bending his head
over the wound, Jeremiah first thought the Traveler was smelling it, but
realized almost immediately that the demon was drinking it.
He jerked his
hand away on instinct, but the grip around his wrist was like iron. He raised
the knife in an instinctive gesture, but dropped it with a cry, his hand
burning like fire.
Raising his
head, the demon said, “Your blood is tainted. You have killed for your own
gain, betrayed those who are loyal to you and will do anything for power. You
are worthy.”
Jeremiah smiled
through the pain of his burning hand. “So you will help me?”
“I will. You are
aware of the sacrifice required?”
“I am. Do I need
to sign a contract?”
“That won’t be
necessary. The agreement is already made. You will need these ingredients,” he
handed Jeremiah a piece of parchment.
“You will need
seven for the sacrifice.”
“Seven? I only
have four.”
“Seven are
required. Do what is necessary to complete the ritual.”
The demon turned
away.
“Wait. Do they
have to be willing?”
“It’s not a
requirement.”
“Good. It will
be done.”
About the Author:
S. K. Gregory is an author, blogger and journalist from Northern Ireland. She has been writing since she was seven years old and loves horror/fantasy books. When she isn’t writing, she runs a website that provides reviews and promotion for writers.
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