Logan's Journal: Companion to the 'Bloodlines Triology': A Dead Hearts Novel

By Susanne L. Lambdin

For seven hundred years, Logan Bennet was a prisoner of the ancient Greek god, Hades. Things can get complicated when time travel is involved, and an ancient Axon demon terrorizes the modern world by creating a zombie apocalypse. The powerful Earth Corps team members and human survivors in Colorado Springs believed Logan died in a battle fought against Lord Darkmoore, a wraith, during the 1340s in England. However, Logan resurfaced in modern times as the Chancellor of the Blood Syndicate, an evil cooperation run by Vescali demons and vampires, to wage war against Commander Cadence, the Earth Corps, and the Pantheon of Light. Only Chancellor Logan is not the real Logan Bennet.

 

Captured by Hades while trying to use a Babylonian Stone to return home, Logan spends his days in a winter landscape, in a cold, dark cell. He is not alone. Hades is collecting old supernatural adversaries with the help of Vescali hunters from all over the world, and the prison is full.

 

Time runs differently in this Hell dimension, and one day in Caceri is one day on Earth. Logan has nothing else to do but write about the horrors he experiences in a journal and hope someone might find it in the future and read what actually happened to him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susanne Lambdin
• Release date: Jun 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393075097

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LOGAN’S JOURNAL

A Dead Hearts Novel

Companion to the ‘Bloodlines Trilogy’

Susanne L. Lambdin

Logan’s Journal – Companion to ‘Bloodlines’ Trilogy

Copyright © 2018 by Susanne L. Lambdin

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Author’s Note: This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions or locales is completely coincidental.

Logan’s Journal/ Susanne L. Lambdin –1st Edition

ISBN: 800128643692

ALSO BY SUSANNE L. LAMBDIN

A Dead Hearts Novel Series:

Morbid Hearts

Forsaken Hearts

Vengeful Hearts

Defiant Hearts

Immortal Hearts

Bloodlines:

Exordium

Medius

Ultimum

Night Breed:

Blood Moon

Wolf Moon

Storm Moon

The Realm of Magic Trilogy

Seeker of Magic

Mistress of Magic

Queen of Magic

The Journal of Prisoner 612

Entry 1:

In this frozen wasteland far removed from Earth, I am known simply as Prisoner 612. I have been many things in my life: monster hunter, scavenger, spy, time-traveler, a grandmaster of an order of medieval knights, and a prisoner - left to rot in Caceri (the 9th Hell Dimension). Here I sit in a cold cell, guarded by Tarqali demons under the charge of Hades, warden of this hellhole. He is a bitter Greek god who brutalizes his prisoners, of which there are many, and those who arrive replace the dead – none of us will ever leave this place.

How did I come to be here?

It's a long story…but writing about my life gives me something to do while I waste away. Allow me to share my memories of my former lives in the hope that someone, someday, will find this journal. Demons and gods cannot be trusted, and it is my task to embed this into your mind.

Time to eat: My allotted daily cup of blood is served. I am a vampire, but don't be quick to judge. I hate myself enough for both of us for the things I did in the past.

Entry 2:

My real name is Logan Bennet. I was born on January 28, 1978, in Chicago, Illinois. My parents, Sam and Lenora Bennet, had no other children. When I was five years old, my parents moved to New York City. At that age, most children believed in Santa Claus. Not me. I knew dreadful things lurked in the night, outside my window, hidden by the noises in the streets. I'm sorry to say children cannot be shielded from evil, despite how hard their parents try.

Both my mother and father joined the NYPD. Father advanced swiftly to the rank of detective, and he and his partner, Stan Parish, joined a special task force that secretly hunted supernatural creatures. For some reason, my mother left the police department to become a private investigator, which caused a permanent rift in their relationship. I don't know whether she believed in the supernatural or objected to the idea her son might discover monsters live among us. The strange noises I heard turned into arguments between my parents. They argued whenever they saw each other, while I did my best to stay out of the way.

Entry 3:

A year after we moved to the Big Apple, my mother brought home a strange man she had met at a nightclub. She'd done this before, many times, in fact. These late-night callers were her ‘special friends.’ I was told not to tell my father, a mistake I later came to regret, but I was young and had a reason to be afraid. This particular man turned out to be a demon called the ‘Kaiser.’ What happened on that fateful night changed my life forever. My father arrived to find my mother missing. I told him the Kaiser was a vampire, for that is what I thought he was, at first. Being a cautious man, my father commenced training me to hunt the very thing that took my mother, and I learned how to use a gun before I lost my baby teeth.

It's time for my daily walk in the courtyard. In Caceri, it never stops snowing. Never!

I miss spring and flowers. Most of all, I miss my sweet Rose.

Entry 4:

Vampire hearing is superior to most species of supernatural creatures. I have learned to listen and absorb what I overhear, just in case something important is mentioned that will help me escape. If Inanna won't help me, I’ll find a way to get out.

A griffin five cells away conspires with a Japanese Kitsune located across the corridor. In the third cell is a mad gnome who likes to talk to his pet rat, and to my left is a Yaoguai, a malevolent celestial being whose one desire is to kill Hades. Across the corridor is a Wendigo, a terrifying thing that cries for fresh meat, non-stop. Inanna is on my right, and I suppose I have forgiven her – she is upset, as I am that the Vescali prince has failed to come for her.

All manner of ghosts and spirits haunt the hallways, but I pay little attention to their rants and raves. Bide my time . .