Reflection of the Gods #Book #Excerpt

Title: Reflection of the Gods

Author: Lisa Llamrei

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Newly divorced Das MacDermott longs for a fresh start. As he packs up and prepares to move out of the city, he spots a young woman being held at gunpoint by three men. Despite being outnumbered and unarmed, Das does his best to intervene. Once liberated, the victim seems oddly ungrateful, but on an apparent whim decides to join Das in his new life in rural Ontario. Aislinn, as she is called, returns the favour; with her encouragement and support, his start-up photography business takes off, and more importantly, Das is saved from loneliness and self-doubt.

Das, however, is never quite able to fully dismiss the contrary aspects of Aislinn’s nature, and is strictly forbidden from asking about Aislinn’s past. All seems too good to be true, and indeed it is. Aislinn’s unusual talents and odd behaviour, unbeknownst to Das, come from her demigod status. Aislinn is half-Sidhe, daughter of Fionvarra, Ireland’s fairy king, and a human woman. Sidhe wars have so disrupted the mortal world that Aislinn has joined with other immortals in an effort to permanently separate it from Tir N’a Nog, the fairy realm.

Born in ancient Ireland, Aislinn spends millennia as the plaything of the cruel and narcissistic gods. The pain of being neither human nor Sidhe is offset by her relationship to the Fir Bolg, another race of fair folk who take pity on her lonely state; and the refuge she takes in being Das’s lover and protector. As Das comes to accept the possibility that Aislinn belongs to a supernatural world, he discovers that the two worlds are set to collide in a way that may mean the destruction of all humanity.

Watch the Book Trailer

 Buy the Book Amazon / Alchera Press / Kobo

Author Bio

Lisa Llamrei was born and raised in the Toronto area. She studied languages at York University. At various times, she has been an actor, professional belly dancer, holistic nutritionist, and entrepreneur. She currently lives north of Toronto with her family.Reflection of the Gods is her first novel.

Read An Excerpt =

The hands shook me again. I opened my eyes and looked straight into those of the young girl.

She wore a long, white dress, her black hair falling in tousled waves past her shoulders to her hips. She seemed to radiate light. My first thought was that we were both dead and I’d made it to heaven after all. Maybe you get points for stupidity in the service of others.

Seeing her up close, it was clear I had underestimated her age by several years. Though small,

she was clearly a young woman—closer to eighteen than fourteen, possibly even older. Her dress was

sheer, showing every curve of her body. My immediate visceral reaction was not something I expected

to feel in heaven. Then the throbbing in my head returned, equally unexpected. As my senses cleared,

I noted the scent of garbage mixed with car exhaust. I heard horns honking in the distance and shouts

from the street. So, not dead, then. When I tried to sit up, pain in my head forced me back down.

With uncanny strength, the girl pulled me to a sitting position and looked me square in the eye.

She squatted on her heels. Any glow I thought I had seen disappeared. Her face muscles tensed, her

mouth drew tight. I couldn’t quite read the emotion, but I didn’t get the impression she was concerned

for my well-being.

“You’re alive.” My voice sounded thin. “I heard a shot. I thought …”

“He missed,” she said. “And you ought not to have interfered.”

Ought not … who talks like that? “Those guys were going to kill you.”

She folded her arms across her chest. “I was in no danger. I was fully in control until you

happened by. Do your police officers not tell you never to antagonize an armed intruder?” She sighed.

“If it had been anyone other than me, you would be dead right now. You really ought to take more

care.” She stood and turned to leave.

I stood up as well, stretching my arms and legs to test my muscles. “At least I know enough to be

grateful when someone helps me out.”

She turned back to look at me. “Grateful? You expect gratitude for what you have done?” She

shook her head and threw her hands up in the air. “In-credible,” she said as she walked away down the