Girl Corrupted (The Calnis Chronicles Of The Tarimain: Volume I - Emergence Book 4)

By J R C Salter

The only thing worse than dying is never having it as an option.

The Tarimain, the immortal soldiers of God, tasked with fighting on the front lines of the eternal war, uncover a dark demonic plot to raise an army. Atharron, a four thousand year old former ruler of Calnis; Sarah, apathetic, but determined to do her duty; and Luke, a young Tarimai discovering the wonders and burdens of immortality. Together, they make their way through the first half of the twentieth century on the trail of a Great President of Hell and the mysterious Man with the Eyes.

Munich, Germany - Cologne, Germany 1917

While searching for David, the Tarimain are offered help by a young girl and her mysterious mentor.
The fourth Chronicle in the Tarimain series.

~7700 words

Atharron stayed up the rest of the night, puffing at his cigar, and watched as the black haired girl fell asleep. She was young. Far too young to be dealing with magic. He could definitely use her, but she could easily be tempted by the black magics. So far he had seen nothing wrong with her abilities, but she would need to be careful with what she learnt. He knew better than anyone the addictiveness of power. Even using white magic could be harmful. For the moment though, he would have her help them find David, and then he’d make sure she didn’t harm herself. Or others.

UK author JRC Salter trained as a chef and practiced for ten years before quitting to pursue a writing career. His epic series, the ‘Calnis Chronicles’, depict the adventures of different characters surrounding a mysterious artefact.
As well as his main Calnis series, he has collaborated with authors such as Russell Blake and Brandon Hale to produce the themed anthologies ‘End of the Road’ and ‘The Kiss’.
During any spare time, he likes to dabble in photography, build giant Star Wars models from Lego, and make cookies. J has an unhealthy thirst for knowledge, and has been known to waste time on Wikipedia and YouTube.
His main inspirations are JRR Tolkien and Joss Whedon.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J R C Salter
• Release date: Apr 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301763115

J R C Salter

J R C Salter was born in the English Westcountry in the mid-Eighties, the first child of Karen and David, and he has two brothers and one sister. He trained and practiced as a chef for many years, and now he works as a barista while publishing books on the side, with the aim of becoming a full time author. He still likes to cook, and enjoys baking cookies, as well as reading, coding, and making giant Star Wars models from Lego. He currently lives in the small town of Cullompton in Devon, and his main inspirations are Tolkien, and the works of Joss Whedon.

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Part 1

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GIRL CORRUPTED

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‘Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.’

―Exodus 22:18

Prologue

Infiltration

Luke’s knees buckled as he hit the ground. He allowed a few seconds for the pain in his legs to wear off before looking up behind him. He saw the wall he just fell from; a good twelve feet high and topped with barbed wire that he cut to get through. A few seconds later, he saw a Stetson poke over the top and the lanky frame of Atharron climbed over the wall. Luke moved out the way as he dropped down next to him. Atharron nodded as if to say, ‘Ready?’ Luke returned the gesture.

They looked out on the complex. It was a small, one story building, though their intelligence claimed it stretched underground as well. Surrounding the building was a large flat lot. A few cars dotted the otherwise barren landscape leaving little room for concealment. Two large searchlights, one at each visible corner of the roof, slowly hunted for intruders. The one on the right made its way towards them and they ducked behind the nearest car. As it passed, Atharron peered around the darker corner, taking in everything he could before the light came back again. He turned to Luke and nodded. Everything was fine.

The light began its sweep around the corner, and Atharron got up to dash to the building. Luke silently followed. The two men stopped beneath the searchlight’s blind spot, and Atharron looked around that corner to the front of the base. He returned with a shake of the head. Guards. He motioned along the wall to the solitary window embedded in the side. When the lights moved away, they ran and stopped under the sill.

Luke slowly poked his head up and saw a narrow corridor, lit by a single unshaded bulb. He ducked as a uniformed man came around a corner. Watching the man’s shadow on the concrete, he calculated the amount of time before he would reach the end. Sure it was safe, he got up again and gripped the window frame, pulling it upwards. He slowly looked inside before climbing through the window. Atharron followed him, and they made their way to the back of the building, their soft footfalls barely making a sound.

Luke peeked around the corner and came up against the back of an armed guard. In the space of two seconds, Luke grabbed the man’s head, one hand around his mouth, using the other to grab the rifle. He handed the weapon behind him to Atharron, who promptly pointed it at the guard as Luke dragged him into their corridor.

‘We need to get to the core,’ Luke demanded in German. He slowly pulled his hand away from the guard’s mouth allowing him to speak.

The guard looked at the intruders defiantly. ‘Fire that weapon and you’ll summon every guard here.’

Atharron turned the gun around and held the butt ready to strike.

‘We don’t need to fire it,’ Luke said.

The guard licked his lips before going on. ‘We are not given access. I