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Demons That Do Not Rest©Rodney C. Johnson and Roadrunner Books, a division of ThunderHawk Enterprises. All Rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

Cover art by Roark Dallas.

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Table of Contents

Historians Note 

Part 1. The Phoenix Rises 

Part 2. Resurrection City 

Part 3. The Beginning 

GLOSSARY 

Also By... 

About The Author 

Historians Note

Historians note: The account told here takes place three months following the Great Rashalon according to the date as given by Princess Sitara to the Lady Arshira when asked about her birth. Naturally Sitara must have referred to her hatching and not the date that her mother bore forth her eggs. It should be considered that at this juncture, the Falcanian Khanate was in its infancy, much like our Shotar's twin daughters. Also, the desolation of the United States remained a recent event and the Imperium that would rise to replace it had yet to be founded. 

Part 1. The Phoenix Rises

[India, Kuras: September 20, 2018]

Sharr stood in his office, glanced over plans for Vorkrür Island. Three months ago he had been a man, a simple mortal. Yet now he'd become something more. Together he and his friends stepped into the Rashalon Engine and at last became that which they had long envisioned to be, genuine biological Falcanians.

Moreover his wife and Queen, Nadia, without whose brilliance this Falcanian genetic miracle could not have been made possible recently gave birth to twins, his daughters: Sitara and Ariel, who at this moment were being nursed at their mother's breast. Their voracious hatchling hunger required a great deal of her attention.

Intently the Shotar listened as the foremen discussed progress on the artificial Island which they constructed out in the Bay of Bengal. Not an easy task, either engineering wise, or politically speaking. The Shotar swayed his plated tail and adjusted his black translucent wings while he continued to pleasantly think about his wife, whom he had not seen all day.

“Excuse me Sir.” Atar Kran interrupted the meeting between the foreman and his Shotar.

“Yes Atar?” Sharr looked up at his Drakorian commander.

Kran gave the foreman a warning glance and the engineer deftly excused himself.

“What is it?”

“You remember that little... Project you entrusted me with after we left The States?” Atar watched his friend’s blue-gray eyes widen and his whole body go suddenly ridged.

“Yes.” The Shotar said, jaw clenched.

“We found him.”

“Where is he?” Sharr spoke cold, clipped.

“Montana, with a survivalist militia.” Atar gave Sharr a moment to think about that. “They’ve clashed with fragments of the old American government, that ‘Legion’ ruled by the former Marine who calls himself Romulus.”

“Get me a strike force!” Commanded Sharr, he'd heard enough.

“Sir --”

“Do it!” Warned Sharr, he felt his heart thump, a fury began to burn in his blood.

“Sharr I realize you want to --”

“You don’t understand Atar.” Sharr informed his Drakorian and turned to look out the window at the small Falcanian settlement that sat beneath the white caped Himalayas. “No one trusted me...” He put his hands behind his back. “Nature bestowed upon me a warning and instead I ignored it. Not that my word meant anything, I was biased – Even crazy...” Being where he now stood Sharr appreciated the irony. “Not even my friends believed me, perhaps with reason? I don’t know.”

“The Queen believed you.” Atar assured.

“Nadia has a unique vision.” Sharr responded coolly, a lethal edge to his voice. “Do you know Nadia had to be the one to tell me what happened to Aria? And then because of the war he got free, without punishment. I shall avenge her!”

“We all agreed to stay out of other nation’s affairs. It’s a war zone my Lord. We are still too few.” Atar understood his friend’s impulse, but it would be risky going into that nuclear ravaged wildness for one man. “At the moment the US isn’t a nation, more like a collection of animals fighting for power. Perhaps one mighty beast will take control soon

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 19.05.2017

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