Lord of Chains

“The war ended, as wars do, after both sides had suffered sufficiently to want it to end. And the gods returned to their seclusion, abandoning their battlefields and leaving behind churned and blackened earth, heaps of dead allies, and blood. Most of the blood belonged to their human allies and conscripts, but some...a drop here, a rivulet there...came from the gods themselves. The sun shone down on their blood, and it dried and solidified.

The blood of the gods is not like your blood. When the individual drops dried, they hardened into small, colored stones, nearly indestructible crystals of hue and brilliance.

Humans being what they are, as time passed, the battlefields were picked over, and weapons and supplies were salvaged by the scavengers. They scavenged the hardened godsblood they found as well, believing the stones to be gems. In that belief they were wrong, and they paid a heavy price for their error.”

A woman flees the wreckage of her life to her last hope for sanctuary, the unusual neighborhood where her aunt once lived. Out of spite, Alex allows her entry and triggers a cascade of events that will change both their lives. And over all lies the shadow of Drake, who owns the neighborhood and everything in it. You either bow to him, leave, or you die.

Lord of Chains tells an adult, dark fantasy tale of sex and growth and revenge.