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Demon's Redemption
Mary and Sam, whose paths parted years before, are
thrown into a hilarious mix-up when an overly
zealous demon decides to play the role of an angel.
Malarak breaks the rules of Heaven and Hell in an
attempt to reunite the two lovers he thinks belong
together. It sounds noble, but it's mostly a ploy to
impress Beliana, the angel who holds the demon's
dark heart. Can a demon do an angel's job and fix
the wrongs in these two lovers' past, or will
everything fall apart like it always does when
Malarak tries to do something good? From the
minds of fantasy authors Sandy Samson and
Anastasia Rabiyah, Demon's Redemption is a
tangled-up tale of true love and acceptance riddled
with laughter.
Mary and Sam, whose paths parted years before, are
thrown into a hilarious mix-up when an overly
zealous demon decides to play the role of an angel.
Malarak breaks the rules of Heaven and Hell in an
attempt to reunite the two lovers he thinks belong
together. It sounds noble, but it's mostly a ploy to
impress Beliana, the angel who holds the demon's
dark heart. Can a demon do an angel's job and fix
the wrongs in these two lovers' past, or will
everything fall apart like it always does when
Malarak tries to do something good? From the
minds of fantasy authors Sandy Samson and
Anastasia Rabiyah, Demon's Redemption is a
tangled-up tale of true love and acceptance riddled
with laughter.
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| Dark Fantasy Romance |
Excerpt:
“Mommy! Look! Come on, hurry. There’s a giant green butterfly trying to get in!”
Beliana wiggled her antennae in concern as the boy pointed at her, shouting for his mother. Only an ancient,
battered screen door separated them. She loosened her grip on the wire mesh, ready to swoop off into the night if it
came to that. A young woman holding a dripping pan in one hand and a dish towel in the other appeared from a
nearby room and knelt down beside the child.
“It’s a luna moth,” she said, grabbing his wrist just as he reached out to poke at the screen. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
Beliana stretched luxuriously, pulling her wings far behind her slim body, and let go, taking to the cool night air
with long, slow sweeps. She turned a circle, saw the mother and child watching wide-eyed, and gave them a
graceful dip before heading toward the forest.
The moon was so bright that she caught glimpses of her shadow skimming across the ground. The warm but not
yet muggy air made for one of those delicious early summer evenings that demands adventure. So when she reached
the brook that bordered the forest, instead of crossing it, she turned downstream and flitted above the shimmering
water, watching her reflection dance in every ripple. The swamp critters were coming to life, calling one another to
meet and greet and make new swamp life.
She passed over a particularly large and ugly toad, and circled back for a closer look. This was no ordinary toad. It
was ancient, misshapen, with one crooked leg, a twisted head, and huge gray warts covering its back. It glanced up
at her as she dipped low, and let out a pathetic “Harrup.”
She stopped in mid-flight and landed on a clump of marsh grass. “Is that you, Malarak?”
The toad harrupped again and lowered its head until its chin touched the wet ground.
“Come on, talk to me. What’s up?”
The toad rocked from side to side, pushing with its good leg, turning away until its back was to her.
She glanced around, sniffing the air. Another toad, smaller and healthier looking, sat on a tiny island a few feet
away. After making sure no owl or other terrible beast was watching, she leapt out of the luna moth and into the
young toad. The moth paused a few seconds before taking to the sky.
Beliana flexed her new muscles, getting a feel for the toad’s body while she studied her friend. Malarak seemed
oblivious to the world. She slipped into the shallow water, swam silently until she was behind the old toad, and
jumped, landing on top of the warty creature. Hooking her back legs under his behind, she tucked her head down
and rolled into the water, dragging him along in a ball of flailing limbs.
A few powerful kicks brought them to shore. “That’ll teach you to ignore me,” she said, snorting water out of her
nose.
He didn’t answer, didn’t pounce on her in retaliation, didn’t scream, didn’t laugh, didn’t do anything but sit
motionless, his eyes cast down.
A mosquito buzzed past, and before she knew what was happening, her tongue shot out, wrapped itself around
the tiny insect, and pulled it into her mouth. She swallowed fast so she wouldn’t have to taste it, and sidled up to
Malarak. “Come on, what’s wrong?” she asked, rubbing her head against his.
A sack beneath his chin blew itself up to enormous proportions and then collapsed, rending the air with a mighty
croak that set a hundred other toads in the swamp trying to match it. “You wouldn’t understand. You angels have
no idea.”
“And you demons have too many ideas. That’s your problem. Trust me, Malarak. You don’t need to plot and
plan everything you do. Just take what comes along and be happy. Life’s a lot better that way.”
“Easy for you to say. You angels, you get everything handed to you on a silver platter. But us, we got to work for
every damn thing in our lives. Nothin’ comes free, and nothin’s easy.” A fat mosquito drifted past, so heavy that
it’s wildly beating wings barely kept it in the air, and Malarak’s tongue zapped it. His jaw worked, and he shook
his head in disgust. “Bloody beast. It just ate. I hate it when they just ate. Skunk, I think.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Poor you. I know the story. Just because you were born a demon, you think the whole
universe is out to get you. That’s rubbish. And enough with the silver platter stuff, already. I’ve been an angel for
five thousand years, and I’ve never even seen a silver platter. I don’t fit in with high society. But quit changing the
subject. What’s with you?”
She followed his upward gaze and saw a great horned owl watching them with hunger in its eyes. She was about to
plunge into the swamp for cover when the owl’s expression suddenly changed. Its head drooped and it blinked its
eyes as if fighting back tears. After a few somber seconds it spread its wings and circled to the ground, stopping in
front of her while the ancient toad that had hosted Malarak a moment ago gave a terrified croak and hopped into
the water.
“That’s better,” she said to the owl. “Nothing personal, Malarak, but I never did understand why you take up
residence in toads. They’re ugly as sin, and besides, flies and mosquitoes taste awful.”
The owl cocked its head to the side. “Let me tell you, mice are no better. Now leave me alone. I don’t feel like
talking.”
“That’s too bad. You’re gonna talk to me anyway. What happened?”
The owl hung his head for a minute before whispering. “I got a warning from On High. I must have made
somebody important mad, because a prissy little angel who couldn’t have been more than a hundred years old just
told me that what I did last week was going to cost me. Now the room they have reserved for me is two levels
deeper. Damn.”
“Mommy! Look! Come on, hurry. There’s a giant green butterfly trying to get in!”
Beliana wiggled her antennae in concern as the boy pointed at her, shouting for his mother. Only an ancient,
battered screen door separated them. She loosened her grip on the wire mesh, ready to swoop off into the night if it
came to that. A young woman holding a dripping pan in one hand and a dish towel in the other appeared from a
nearby room and knelt down beside the child.
“It’s a luna moth,” she said, grabbing his wrist just as he reached out to poke at the screen. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
Beliana stretched luxuriously, pulling her wings far behind her slim body, and let go, taking to the cool night air
with long, slow sweeps. She turned a circle, saw the mother and child watching wide-eyed, and gave them a
graceful dip before heading toward the forest.
The moon was so bright that she caught glimpses of her shadow skimming across the ground. The warm but not
yet muggy air made for one of those delicious early summer evenings that demands adventure. So when she reached
the brook that bordered the forest, instead of crossing it, she turned downstream and flitted above the shimmering
water, watching her reflection dance in every ripple. The swamp critters were coming to life, calling one another to
meet and greet and make new swamp life.
She passed over a particularly large and ugly toad, and circled back for a closer look. This was no ordinary toad. It
was ancient, misshapen, with one crooked leg, a twisted head, and huge gray warts covering its back. It glanced up
at her as she dipped low, and let out a pathetic “Harrup.”
She stopped in mid-flight and landed on a clump of marsh grass. “Is that you, Malarak?”
The toad harrupped again and lowered its head until its chin touched the wet ground.
“Come on, talk to me. What’s up?”
The toad rocked from side to side, pushing with its good leg, turning away until its back was to her.
She glanced around, sniffing the air. Another toad, smaller and healthier looking, sat on a tiny island a few feet
away. After making sure no owl or other terrible beast was watching, she leapt out of the luna moth and into the
young toad. The moth paused a few seconds before taking to the sky.
Beliana flexed her new muscles, getting a feel for the toad’s body while she studied her friend. Malarak seemed
oblivious to the world. She slipped into the shallow water, swam silently until she was behind the old toad, and
jumped, landing on top of the warty creature. Hooking her back legs under his behind, she tucked her head down
and rolled into the water, dragging him along in a ball of flailing limbs.
A few powerful kicks brought them to shore. “That’ll teach you to ignore me,” she said, snorting water out of her
nose.
He didn’t answer, didn’t pounce on her in retaliation, didn’t scream, didn’t laugh, didn’t do anything but sit
motionless, his eyes cast down.
A mosquito buzzed past, and before she knew what was happening, her tongue shot out, wrapped itself around
the tiny insect, and pulled it into her mouth. She swallowed fast so she wouldn’t have to taste it, and sidled up to
Malarak. “Come on, what’s wrong?” she asked, rubbing her head against his.
A sack beneath his chin blew itself up to enormous proportions and then collapsed, rending the air with a mighty
croak that set a hundred other toads in the swamp trying to match it. “You wouldn’t understand. You angels have
no idea.”
“And you demons have too many ideas. That’s your problem. Trust me, Malarak. You don’t need to plot and
plan everything you do. Just take what comes along and be happy. Life’s a lot better that way.”
“Easy for you to say. You angels, you get everything handed to you on a silver platter. But us, we got to work for
every damn thing in our lives. Nothin’ comes free, and nothin’s easy.” A fat mosquito drifted past, so heavy that
it’s wildly beating wings barely kept it in the air, and Malarak’s tongue zapped it. His jaw worked, and he shook
his head in disgust. “Bloody beast. It just ate. I hate it when they just ate. Skunk, I think.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Poor you. I know the story. Just because you were born a demon, you think the whole
universe is out to get you. That’s rubbish. And enough with the silver platter stuff, already. I’ve been an angel for
five thousand years, and I’ve never even seen a silver platter. I don’t fit in with high society. But quit changing the
subject. What’s with you?”
She followed his upward gaze and saw a great horned owl watching them with hunger in its eyes. She was about to
plunge into the swamp for cover when the owl’s expression suddenly changed. Its head drooped and it blinked its
eyes as if fighting back tears. After a few somber seconds it spread its wings and circled to the ground, stopping in
front of her while the ancient toad that had hosted Malarak a moment ago gave a terrified croak and hopped into
the water.
“That’s better,” she said to the owl. “Nothing personal, Malarak, but I never did understand why you take up
residence in toads. They’re ugly as sin, and besides, flies and mosquitoes taste awful.”
The owl cocked its head to the side. “Let me tell you, mice are no better. Now leave me alone. I don’t feel like
talking.”
“That’s too bad. You’re gonna talk to me anyway. What happened?”
The owl hung his head for a minute before whispering. “I got a warning from On High. I must have made
somebody important mad, because a prissy little angel who couldn’t have been more than a hundred years old just
told me that what I did last week was going to cost me. Now the room they have reserved for me is two levels
deeper. Damn.”
| Demon's Redemption Reviewer Top Pick at "PNR" ParanormalRomance Review Site |
| "...This short story kept me chuckling throughout and I really felt badly for the humans involved because, as always, nothing goes as planned. Will Malarak get points for doing good even if it doesn’t work like he wanted? Read this cute story and find out." -Nancy Eriksen ParaNormal Romance Reviews |
| "...Demon’s Redemption is a cute tale of the love between a man and a woman, and a Demon and an Angel. It is a tale of first and second chances at love. This is a nice story that will make anyone leave with a happy feeling at the end..." -LeeAnn, CoffeeTimeRomance |
