Prologue To The Fallen: Book II of The Gothic Exorcist Chronicles By Sherry Valerie Hilles

July 1, 2018 at 9:56 pm (Arts, Blogroll, books, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Horror, Literature, Mystery/horror, The Occult, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , )

This is the Prologue to volume II of a series of novels that my friend and fellow writer Sherry is writing. It is a prologue to a book called The Fallen which is Volume II of The Julia Domain Gothic Exorcist Chronicles written by Sherrie de Valeria Hilles.

MY.THOUGHTS.MY.LIFE.MY.WORLD.

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-HOW IT ALL STARTED-

      More than six hundred years ago, members of a secret society known as the Order of the Knights escaped from the Holy Land. The Zionists had orders to terminate all of them. Something terrible had happened, and something new was coming up. They went separate ways taking with them ancient documents, writings, and various other artifacts that contained vast knowledge and power of the past. However, not all the treasures were moved. Some were left in tunnels under the Temple Mount in Jerusalem.

Fearless and well-trained assassins of the Zionist Order hunted down the knights. There was only one thing they could do, and that was to run and hide. Fourteen of the knights went to France. One went his own way to an unknown destination. He had made a pack with the Sovereign Grand Master to keep a bond of secrecy. It…

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Reblog- Lizards and Wizards: A Poem

April 15, 2018 at 10:01 pm (Avatar Speaks, Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, News, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , )

A poem I wrote 2 years ago.

Dracul Van Helsing

Lizards and Wizards: A Poem

It was a land where giant tulip bulbs grew
that grew in soil blood drenched through and through
The bulbs blood red in colour
like the soil that bled the Earth-Mother
And eating the bulbs were huge flamingoes
not pink like on your lawn goes
but blood red like the seed of human sacrifice
when all other oblations no longer suffice

And rising rising from the blood soaked ground
in a huge puff of red tinged smoke that twirled round and round
arose a wild-haired wild eyed looking wizard
who in a test tube carried a small red lizard
He lifted up high his feathered wand
in the clouds emerged a land beyond
With his left hand he lifted high his trusted wand
and with his right, emptied the test tube like a martini shaker for Bond
The lizard then fell to the earth beneath

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