Wrath of the Stars

By Viola Grace

A simple trip to the market sends Venya on a nightmare of kidnapping and threat of sacrifice. She stores up her energy and breaks free, stumbling through the forest to hide and hopefully return to the spaceport. Morrer is the emissary of Lassing, god of Morvigeth, he is searching for the lost psychic to save her, and when he finds her, his focus shifts to luring her into his arms and his bed. With years of butchered psychics on Morvigeth, Venya is skeptical of his intentions, but she accepts the touch of the star and it leads to a satisfying revenge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Feb 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781554878307

Viola Grace

Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.

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A simple trip to the market sends Venya on a nightmare of kidnapping and threat of sacrifice. She stores up her energy and breaks free, stumbling through the forest to hide and hopefully return to the spaceport. Morrer is the emissary of Lassing, God of Morvigeth, he is searching for the lost psychic to save her, and when he finds her, his focus shifts to luring her into his arms and his bed. With years of butchered psychics on Morvigeth, Venya is sceptical of his intentions, but she accepts the touch of the star and it leads to a satisfying revenge.

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Wrath of the Stars

Copyright © 2011 Viola Grace

ISBN: 978-1-55487-830-7

Cover art by Martine Jardin

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Wrath of the Stars

Hashka Chronicles Three

By

Viola Grace

Chapter One

Morrer Mathwin stood in the front hall of the ninth round of priests to defy the will of Lassing.

The men were twitching on the ground, each had felt the presence of their star and they were punished based on their level of devotion to the perversion that their religion had taken on.

The one on the left, he knows something. Something in his mind keeps slipping out of my grasp. I am most frustrated that I am not at my best right now.

Morrer rubbed his forehead while the star gripped the man in question. Lassing is tiring of your silence. Please be warned that this will not end well.

The priest looked up with a fanatical gleam in his eyes, his mouth spraying spittle as he fought the mental touch of his god. False prophet! I will not accept the touch of this star as my own. We know what is true and the blood will earn our god’s respect.

There is no respect in the torture of innocents, but the pleasure freely offered will set this planet on a different path. Whether you will it or not. Morrer faced the man and added his strength to Lassing’s.

An image popped free of a dark cave with one of the sacrificial altars in it. It was stained with blood and there were a group of hooded men carrying off a dead female. Morrer cursed. His efforts to reform the priests on Morvigeth were making strides, but some of the old guard held to the idea of pleasing their god by murdering psychics as they went into their first heat.

One of the Morvigeth psychics had escaped and was now safe and acted as a conduit for Lassing’s wife. Separated by eons, her signal obscured by a nebula cloud, Searaline was finally in touch with her spouse and moving closer to her beloved. Lassing was waiting, a fixed star holding in place, knowing that his beloved was drawing ever nearer.

It had been the ritual that brought Lassing enough power to find his wife, the burst of passion carried on a psychic’s energy through the stars.

Your governments have forbidden you to take Morvigeth women for your rites. Who are you killing now?

A flash of the spaceport came into the zealot’s mind and a woman stood on the gangplank of a ship. The woman was Hashka, obviously an adult, and dressed in a ship suit. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence.

Where is she? What have you done? Morrer winced as the fury rippled through his body and into the man. He felt the priest’s mind give way and go dark as too much power was sent through his memories.

Damn it. Lassing had killed him. Now how was he supposed to find the woman who was next on the sacrificial hit parade?

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Venya pulled against the chains that bound her. This is weird, even for Morvigeth. Let me go.

She hauled at the links and shouted at the priests who came in twice a day to check on her as well