Dark God Descending is scheduled for a very appropriate December release by Class Act Books, December 15, to be exact. I tried to get it scheduled for December 22, but the publishers just wouldn’t agree.
NOTE: To celebrate the release of this book, I’m give a copy of my novel, The Night Man Cometh to one lucky commenter .
It was totally quiet inside the truck as Semris regained consciousness.
Where am I? Why am I in this cage?
Abruptly, he remembered–the camp, the strange, gray beast, and the strangers, one of them with the odd war club that spat poisoned darts–and he was certain the dart had been poisoned, else why would he have lost his soul to darkness so quickly?
He was groggy and disoriented. His face hurt where the stranger had struck him with the club. He could feel movement, but knew he was lying inside a small cramped space. How can I be moving when I’m lying down?
He couldn’t stand upright, was barely able to get to his knees. Because of the net entrapping them, he wasn’t even able to retract his wings to give himself more room.
Slowly, he turned his head. In the shadows, he saw a seated, sleeping figure holding the war club. One of the men who had thrown the net over him, the tall one with the hair holding the color of the noonday sun. Was this some child of Ah Kinchil, come at last to punish Nikte-Uaxac for abandoning its worship of the Sun to follow the Children of Cizin-Yum Cimil-Ah Puch? Did they plan to kill him and thus send the city into chaos?
At that moment, the truck struck something on the jungle trail, jolting Tuck into consciousness.
He came awake quickly, raising the rifle as he realized the creature’s breathing had turned quiet again and it was awake.
In a few moments, the rope-covered mound began to move. A hand emerged from the net, grasping the bars of the cage as Semris pushed himself to his knees.
Tuck stood up and took a step toward the cage, one arm outflung to keep his balance as the truck hit another pothole.
Once more, Semris tried to communicate with the stranger, asking for his help.
Tuck listened in disbelief, not wanting to admit that he heard what sounded like words–disturbingly familiar words–that the creature could actually talk. He’d nearly convinced himself he’d imagined the frantic whisper coming from the trapped bat-like thing, that it was merely the cry of a frightened animal. Sometimes they could make sounds that were almost human.
No, he wouldn’t believe it. Couldn’t.
Biting his lip, Tuck raised the rifle and fired a dart at the crouching figure.
That is Tucker Upchurch’s introduction to Semris, Emperor of Nikte Uaxac, a still-existing Mayan city in the Yucatan jungle. Before the story is over, Tuck will find both his life and Semris’ changed forever. Dark God Descending is a story of a vampiric being, but it’s also a story of friendship–between two men, separated by thousands of years, customs, and beliefs: Tucker Upchurch, an archaeology student from the University of Georgia, and Semris, a Mayan god-king already several thousand years old.
Drugged and caged, Semris is guarded by Tuck who soon develops an emotional bond with his captive charge. The two men communicate through an archaic form of Spanish, and Tuck learns that Semris is the son of Yum Cimil, the Mayan god of death, and is, in the eyes of the civilised world, a vampire. Semris, however, considers this an insult because in his world, vampires are accursed creatures while he, the son of the god of Death, is exalted among the supernatural. Tuck gives his blood to keep his friend alive, and when the opportunity arises, he helps the emperor-god escape.
Before he manages to once again return to the city in the jungle, Semris will learn of human love and human sacrifice, and will suffer all too-human grief. Tuck will lose the one person he’s loved all his life but will gain something more precious in Semris’ friendship, and be blessed with near-immortality. Everyone they touch on the journey back to Yucatan will be changed forever. And the punishment to the villain is both fitting as well as ironic.
About the author:
One of Tony-Paul de Vissage’s first movie memories is of being six years old, viewing the old Universal horror flick, Dracula’s Daughter, on television, and being scared sleepless—and that may explain a lifelong interest in vampires.
This was further compounded when the author crossed paths with a band of transplanted Transylvanian vampires sightseeing in the South. Thinking nosferatu were getting a bad press and in need of some favorable publicity, he decided to use his writing to change that attitude. Though it may be argued his efforts have probably done the opposite, no vamp has complained…yet.
A voracious reader whose personal library has been shipped more than 3,000 miles, Tony-Paul has read hundreds of vampire tales and viewed as many movies.
Author website: http://www.tony-paul.com