Secret Ones Volume 2

By Shana O'Quinn

A book in the Ages of Telamon series, legends and myths collide in an alternate 1970's. Super megaband White Death is now on hiatus due to fighting the forces of evil in the form of Lycaeans, the werewolves, led by their creator Lilith; and the monstrous Drow, cousins to the Sidhe who inhabit Telamon under everyone's nose. Elves, dragons, faery dogs, hellhounds, and a cursed magical sword abound as each group of friends tries in their own fashion to thwart the impending world domination.

The eldest of the Sidhe, Garmon, must placate an angry just-awakened dragon and fend off a troop of werewolves with White Death's guitarist Malcolm and manager Brent in tow. Singer Joe West goes with drummer Keith and best friend/rival Lindsey on a mission to secure reinforcements to the mysterious Grey-elves, who are friends with no one and like to keep it that way. All this while keeping Keith from falling prey from the blood-drinking, vampyre Drow. Meanwhile the Sacred Lady Kanaidwen, who's mind is a shattered mess, hunts down werewolves in her attempt to find the First Werewolf, Lilith. The bass player Roger with other humans sucked into the action unexpectedly run into Kanaidwen and even more trouble when a cursed, magical sword reappears from the dim past to wreak havoc. It's fun on the run in this fast-paced sequel to Secret Ones Volume 1.

Warning: Adult language, violence and metaphysical weirdness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shana O'Quinn
• Release date: Jan 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310838767

Shana O'Quinn

Sandoz was born Shana O'Quinn and grew up in the Appalachias in the middle of absolute nowhere. Consequently, she likes to think of herself as everyone's favorite internet redneck. She loves fantasy, horror, movies with explosions, hobbits, and/or pirates in it. If you know of a hobbit pirate zombie ninja movie with lots of shit blowing up, do let us know. Sandoz loves to write stuff that entertains her. Hopefully it entertains others as well. She's currently finishing up a BA in Graphic Multimedia and Design. Cause she likes to draw shtuff.

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Secret Ones Vol. 2

Shana O’Quinn

Copyright 2014 by Shana O’Quinn

Cover design and artwork by Shana O’Quinn

A book in the Ages of Telamon series

Smashwords Edition

Secret Ones, Volume 2

A book in the Ages of Telamon series

Other books by the author:

Lady of the Sidhe

Secret Ones, Volume 2

Beowulf’s Struggle

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, place, event or thing is purely coincidental. This book is copyrighted to the author for personal use only after purchase. It may not be redistributed to other individuals or institutions. Any reproduction of this in whole or in part in any form is forbidden without express permission of the author. No elves, vampires, werewolves or dragons were harmed in the making of this project. A lot of ice cream was consumed and classic rock was played during the making of this work.

The Story So Far:

It is 1975, and the biggest rock band in the world is White Death. Heavy metal is well on its way to being a movement, hair was long, and remnants of Elves, collectively known as Sidhe, have been living among humankind since time out of mind though Mohrtei are for the most part oblivious. They are blissfully unaware that their favorite band features two elves, and ignorant of the fact that the old enemies of the Sidhe, their cousins, the Dark Elves, have emerged from their centuries-long hiding as blood-drinking nocturnal vampyres.

They want control of the world, and they have joined forces with a creature that has refused to die for tens of thousands of years--Valillia, also known from legend as Lilith. She was the creator of the race of werewolves, the Lycaeans. Together they plan to subjugate Mohrtei for their benefit and destroy the Sidhe if they dare to interfere.

Joe West, the frontman for White Death, along with the drummer Keith Taylor, are now on a mission to secure the help of the reclusive Grey-elves. Meanwhile, Garmon, the eldest of the Elves, has taken Malcolm Riley (guitarist for White Death) along with band manager Brent Deacon with her.

Which leaves Roger Giles, the bass player, and his girlfriend Mimi (guitarist for girl band Stellalune) at loose ends after her band is attacked by werewolves.

Also rumor has it the Sacred Lady’s daughter, Kanaidwen, has also resurfaced...

The ending of Black-Steel

The great dragon, the devourer, great Blakhijaz

Ravaged the countryside, months on end

Fair Vanaheim and noble Asgaard

Were preyed upon by the fierce Black-Steel.

Oaths were taken, swords were polished

Fealty given and good-byes to spouses crying,

Many a warrior found his fiery way

Into the belly of the famed Black-Steel.

At last, heeding the cries and the blood

Rivers of red and ladies weeping

Garmon the Aelfen came, her weapon drawn,

To contend with the great beast.

Careful and wily was this Elf

And mighty were her spells of protection,

She dealt the dragon a heart-blow

And the blood of Black-Steel spilled out.

Fair elf-woman, dangerous beauty stone-hard,

She heeded not the dragon’s death-words

Pronouncing doom upon her, to die alone

Her work unfinished, her oaths unfulfilled.

Blakhijaz the mighty was dead, greater deeds

Had not been seen for many generations of man,

Vanir and Aesir praised Garmon, Aelfen

She who bested the dreaded Black-Steel.

--Ancient verse of the pre-Germanic people that would later be known as Vikings.

Chapter 1

Black Night, Dark Night

August, 1976 Brent Deacon’s mansion

They WHAT? thundered Garmon.

Brent repeated what he’d just said, which was that Lindsey and Joe had left, with Keith in tow, to go after the Drow Overlord.

Fucking ballsacks! she swore. She banged her blonde head on the desk a few times and took a few breaths. All right. Okay. Where’s that dratted Malcolm at?

He’s upstairs with some groupie or other, was Brent’s answer.

He’s coming with me, and Roger and that girl are going to meet up with Kanaidwen.

Right-O. Brent Deacon leaned his massive frame across the desk the elf was seated at and smiled. I love a woman who can take charge.

I’m too old for you, Sonny Jim.

Malcolm was settling down for a cozy time in bed with a young lady who enjoys chasing boys in bands when the band manager helped himself inside the room.

The raven-haired Sidhe was kissing his companion deeply when he noticed the 6 foot 4 inch, 300 pound manager smoking a cigar and looking at him expectantly. Danu’s tits, man! the guitarist gasped. The redhead squealed and pulled the covers up to her chin.

Whenever you’re done, lad, the Lady needs ya. Going on a trip.

Malcolm sighed and rolled off the redhead. Go on, Charm. Get dressed, I’ve got to get ready.

But--, she started, and was shushed by the guitarist. She growled yet did as she was bidden as Brent looked on with no small amount of amusement.

This bird’s name is ‘Charm’? Seriously? he chuckled.

It’s short for Charmaine, she interjected sulkily. When will I hear from you again, then? she asked the elf.

I’ll call you when I can, he said, and began dressing as well. He shot the manager a withering look meant to intimidate, and got only a bemused snort from the enormous man.

Kanaidwen knelt with her hands outstretched, eyes closed, trying to pick up what vibrations she could. Her quarry was close; she could feel it. Her white-blonde hair was tied back in a loose braid, and her gypsy skirt and peasant blouse seemed an ill fit on her lean, leggy frame. Her companion was a huge white hound with red ears which sat, panting beside her, waiting for instruction. She was at an abandoned warehouse and the stench of werewolf permeated the air, at least to her; she had made it her business the last several years to track and destroy Lycaeans, the children of Lilith.

Her hazel eyes flew open and she moved like lightning out the door and down the street. The Faery dog was close on her heels and excited for the chase. The half-elf dashed down a little-used street and the hound brayed as they reached the target: two werewolves, a male and a female. The pair melted into their lycanthrope forms when Kanaidwen and her dog came upon them, as experienced werewolves can do.

Okus, don’t let them escape! ordered the half-elf. The two black-furred werewolves snarled and pressed forward, but they were essentially bluffing. They were reluctant to take on the Lady’s daughter, but they were cornered--and cornered beasts can be dangerous. Kanaidwen drew her silver-coated blade and let loose