The first seconds of the new year’s life are here and it’s the perfect time to share yet another birth with you. The birth of Guardian Demon series.
Those who know me also know that I write for my characters. When pushed to express what I feel as my fingers fly over the keyboard, I say: “I’m their happy scribe and their personal bard. When they come to me, their story is already there and they just need an author willing to listen in silent midnight hours, paint their life with words and then sing about it on pages of the books. That’s what I do and what fills my days with joy.” I’m incredibly honored that they chose me and keep whispering to me every day.
Yes, their tales are already there but our intimate relationship can still lead to surprising turns of events. For me, because they of course know in advance While writing Trails of Love I Crawl trilogy, I realized that Belial’s story cannot end on the last page of this work.
High Demon Belial, The Prince of Trickery, the Lord of Lust and the Antilight, can and will spend thousands of nights more just telling the intriguing tale of his life and influence over the mortal men. Together with his personality traits uncommon for anybody we would normally label as a demon, it gives birth to the Guardian Demon series which will be a monumental work of at least 16 instalments of sub-series and stand-alone books connected through him, his influence on the destinies of mortals, and the overarching theme of the lust for life and love. The first two instalments of the series are already available as parts of Trails of Love I Crawl trilogy, which follows the fates of eight men influenced by doings of two immortals. High Demon Belial and Archangel Deathbearer. It would be easy to assume that High Demons represent the forces of evil, while Archangels the power of good. Things are however not so clearly cut as the title of the Guardian Demon series suggests.
Guardian Demon marries two seemingly opposing collective ideas. Guardian, as an expression, is strongly connected to angels in our cultural environment, while demons are forces which tantalize and against which we need the protection. Yet, Belial is capable both of devilish intrigues and strong, affectionate protection, targeting the very same mortals. This contrast keeps both me and the readers on our toes, constantly fascinated by his doings.
I’ll assume that you follow my blog because you like my writing. And the tension embedded in Guardian Demon mental image will create an unforgettable reading experience for you. My benefactors and me will pull you in a complex fantasy world to live through stories of faith, life, love and lust that will leave you aching for more and eagerly anticipating the next instalment in the series, as the following excerpt from a recent review of Trails of Love I Crawl, Part 2 reveals: “A beautifully written work of art, this story left me breathless and desperate for Part 3. If you are a fan of gay erotic fantasy, you don’t want to miss this book!”
If you don’t know Belial yet, make your acquaintance now, in the short excerpt from In Blue Poppy Fields, which will be published in the first quarter of this year. Read and get burnt to soft ashes in his lust dripping allure, just like Adhemar is getting burnt in his love.
The flight to their grove didn’t exactly make him happy. Just as he had expected, he got drenched before he reached it and the wet clothes didn’t feel too good against his body. But when he saw Belial waiting in the open, not even under the dubious shelter provided by the tree crowns, he forgot about any discomfort. The High Demon stood there naked, with his face turned to raging heavens and his wings fully unfurled. How did he do it that he always looked like god? His alabaster like body almost shone in the darkness and the rain drops kept forming rivulets flowing down his muscular, yet so willowy figure. His eye was closed and lips slightly parted as if in passion. Under the whipping downpour, his cinereous mane acquired a darker color resembling beautifully tarnished silver and Adhemar suddenly longed to run his fingers through the soaked tresses and kiss the demon’s soft and warm lips. He knew they would be warm even now, in the middle of flood. The soft veil of vapor undulating around Belial’s body told him so. Nobody mortal would ever see it but he did. And it made Belial look even more enigmatic and alluring. As if it were possible. The demon knew of his presence that was clear but let the image of primal sensuality last a bit longer. For that short moment before Adhemar pounced on him and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. His fingers buried in Belial’s mane, reveling in the silken touch, as he drank the intoxicating taste of the demon’s kiss. His cool tongue sailed into the warm cavern of Belial’s mouth and the exquisite sensation sent a shudder of need through his frame. The demon’s supple muscle responded immediately and danced with his, ardently, avidly, torridly… in shared longing for the caress to last and last.