Friday, March 26, 2010

The Dark Storm by Kris Greene

DeMona Sanchez is on a mission.  She wants to find the people who murdered her father and wreak vengeance.  To do this, she needs to find Redfeather, the name upon her father’s dying lips.  

Gabriel Redfeather is a normal college kid who likes to study languages, old legends, and long dead cultures. Imagine his surprise when DeMona crashes into him in the library with an object wrapped in hemp paper.  

The twisted fork (the item in the hemp paper) has foreign letters on it that only the moonlight reveals and that only Gabriel can translate.  But Gabriel isn’t sure what it means and convinces DeMona to go with him to seek out his grandfather, one who may be able to help them.

But before they can get to their destination, they are attacked by seekers, demons, and the fork Gabriel uses to defend himself transforms itself into a trident.  The trident speaks to him in his mind, and it fills him with power and confidence.

When the legend is revealed by Gabriel’s grandfather, he knows he must put his books aside and start to fight.  If he fails, humanity loses. With DeMona by his side, Gabriel’s about to lose his geeky persona and take on a whole new super hero complex.

THE DARK STORM is the first in a new urban fantasy series.  It has great potential, as the first book is usually the world-building.  The legend behind THE DARK STORM plot is fascinating. The characters are gritty with many interesting conflicts.  Paranormal and urban fantasy readers will enjoy this new take on an old legend.

3 comments:

  1. I'm interested in this one due to the cover but I haven't read much yet. Might need to pick it up.

    I found you through the book blogger hop. I'll hope you'll stop by and visit my blog! :)

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  2. I have this one on my TBR list! My best friend didn't like it so much, said it gave him nightmares, lol...but I'm looking forward to reading it :)

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  3. I've had my eye on The Dark Storm for awhile. I do think it sounds good.

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