Black Enigma 3: Mythical Dark Fantasy Adventure Collection

By Eve Hathaway

From the Publisher that brought you popular short story series Chains of Darkness, Song of Teeth, Children of Time, Soulyte, The Night Sculptor, Splicers, and now... our two stories in 1 book!

Eve Hathaway's Mythical Dark Fantasy Adventure Collection

Blood Waters Part 3: The God of the Sky Serpents

HE ISN'T MEANT TO BE A HUMAN TRIBUTE—BECAUSE HE IS OF THE GODS

The hurricane comes—and with it the awakening of Tomas's consciousness of just what he is.

He helps Mila and the others escape from the village. Unfortunately, he gets retaken by the villagers. But he realizes that he is no longer the boy he once was, nor even the young man he grew into. And that he can call upon the jungle to help him escape.

He begins to believe.

In the meantime, Mila and the others must navigate their way through the dense jungle, surviving hunger and thirst—and each other. In their struggle, Mila and Tim grow closer.

But can she truly leave Tomas behind?

Requiem for a Dream Part 3: Room of Angels

THE DARKNESS WILL DEVOUR

Life in his great grandfather’s manor is not going well for Judas at all. Kept locked in his room like a prisoner for “his own safety” by the mansion’s staff, this added to his determination to unlock all the manor’s hidden skeletons.

He is aided now by the lovely yet mysterious new addition to the house’s staff, Dolores Humbert. She is ethereal and kind, the only genuine friend he has found in the house and she is willing assist him. Together they begin an exploration of the mansions labyrinth in an effort to find out the real whereabouts of Judas’s missing great grandfather.

The search, however, leads him down a malevolent and twisted path, uncovering the secrets hidden in his own repressed memories. His mind is slipping and the evil of the house is rapidly catching up to him. What happened to his great grandfather? What are these terrible visions he keeps seeing? And most importantly, who is Delores Humbert, really? Is she really an addition to the servants or is she something else?

As Judas begins uncovering answer after terrible answer he realizes that he has crossed a line that he can never ever go back from. Even worse, as time passes, he finds he is having a harder and harder time distinguishing reality from nightmares.

Will he be able to face his own dark past? Or will he be devoured by it.

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Other titles in Eve Hathaway's Mythical Dark Fantasy Adventure Collection:

Black Enigma Part 1 which includes The Boy from the Sea & Something Wicked

Black Enigma Part 2 which includes The Tribute to the Sacred Waters & The Dark Crow Smiles

Black Enigma Part 4 which includes Master of the Wild & Lacrimosa

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Ross
• Release date: Dec 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311991348

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Black Enigma Part 3

By Eve Hathaway

Published by Publications Circulations LLC.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, companies and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.

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The God of the Sky Serpents

Blood Waters Part 3

Chapter One

THE SIGHT OF the man Eztli brought back everything.

His-Tomas, Ikan, he didn't even know who he was anymore-identity was so bound up with Eztli's prophecies that just seeing the man looming above him choked his breathing, even though they were as far from standing water as could be. As Mila, Tim and Meredith were being shoved into the empty shed where he had spent many a long week or month (there had been a time when Eztli sentenced him to a year in there, but eventually Cuali, his wife, needed his help more than she needed Eztli's blessings so she let him out), he felt as though his soul were being split into two-Tomas, whom he had come to accept as who he was; and Ikan, whom he wished he could still forget.

Eztli grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to the house. Tomas thought to protest, Ikan didn't dare. The truncheon Eztli used materialized in his hand-even now, Ikan still had no idea where the man kept it-and Tomas shrieked as Eztli rained down blows.

You-should-be-dead! Eztli hissed. How-dare-you-come-back-

The Alvarezes weren't exactly a loving family, not in the way that families on their TV had been, but the hatred and anger in the man's voice shocked Tomas. The part of him that remembered the man's vicious temper prayed that he would be exhausted soon. For a moment, he saw himself from above, cowering under Eztli's blows. And he was ashamed to have remembered anything at all, for the memory made him a boy, and he was a man.

Yet, he couldn't fight back. This man, cruel though he was, was the only father he had ever known. Eztli had once dragged him five miles through the jungle on a makeshift stretcher when he was too ill from malaria to sit up. He had stayed there for two months before he was well enough to walk, and another six weeks before the doctors considered him well enough to send home.

He didn't dare ask how much it would cost them, but Eztli had insisted that he be made better, even though he knew the man could not afford it. But Eztli had found the money somehow; it was only later that he learned that Eztli had sold one of his kidneys on the black market. The obligation he had always felt towards this man crushed his soul after that.

Stop.

Cuali stood in the door of their house, her hands on her hips, a menace in her voice that made Tomas shrivel and Ikan quiver with fear. Even Eztli, still panting with his rage, was caught up short. He looked at her as if to say, What have you done with my wife?

I have watched you beat that boy for eighteen years, Cuali said. Her voice was low; barely louder than the wind picking up outside. I have refrained from loving him because you would have him dead, regardless of what I wished. Now he has, in a miracle, come back to us. I will not spite the gods by refusing him anymore.

Eztli drew himself up, his lips twisted into a cruel and mocking smile, and Cuali swallowed, her face drawn with fear and nervousness, even though her back was straight and she stood tall and defiant against her husband. Ikan wanted to tell her that he wasn't worth making her husband angry, that he would be all right. He could stand it. He could run away in the night.

The prophecy says he must die, Eztli said. That the gods are waiting for the return of their lost brother, and that if he is not there-

The prophecy does not say that he must stay dead, Cuali retorted. It was clear to them both now, that she had been biting her tongue on this matter for a long time. And shame on any man that treats guests-

They are not guests.

They are. They are under your roof. You brought them there.

They are prisoners-

Oh? Then is that a prison? I will have to tell the deputy, then. He can put all of the bad people there.

Woman-

Cuali flung a small, heavy bag at Eztli. It hit him squarely in the chest with a musical tinkle that could only mean that it was full of pesos. Go. Buy our guests some food. I will tend to Ikan while you are gone. And you will not drown him again.

Her words filled Ikan with a feeling of light-that this was the day the nightmare ended. If the three months he had spent with the Alvarezes were the coming of the dawn, her validation of his suffering and her declaration that it was over was the sunrise on the dark eighteen years of misery he had been living in.

The Alvarezes had shown him what life could be like, and had given him a life he knew he wanted. And now that he knew what he had to lose, the courage grew in him to defend it. It must have been this courage Eztli saw when he looked at Ikan, kneeling at his feet. He cursed, but stormed out, though he didn't take the money.

Mother, Ikan murmured. He swayed wildly as he rose