Can one good deed offset ultimate destruction? Mercurio guards the first planet, guiding it through the perils of the void. Part messenger, part prankster, he cocks an eye for danger. When a beautiful celestial wanderer seeks refuge at his domicile, will he recognize his role as cat's paw? Or will a looming menace - more lethal than Mercurio imagines - threaten the solar system's very existence? More
Can one small good deed offset ultimate destruction?
Mercurio stands watch over the first planet, guiding it through the perils of the void. Part messenger, part prankster, he cocks an eye for danger, but not from afar. Close to home lurks the real risk that his festival for Sol's 25th anniversary will be a bust.
Failed negotiations with constellations and his fellow guardians send him to the brink of complete frustration...when a beautiful celestial wanderer fetches up at his domicile, seeking refuge.
Her form beguiles. Her mystery intrigues. And Mercurio's fascination with his visitor poses yet another threat to Sol's celebration.
Will Mercurio recognize his role as cat's paw soon enough? Or will a looming menace - more lethal than any of the guardians imagine - threaten the solar system's very existence?
PRAISE FOR J.M. NEY-GRIMM
"It's no secret...that I have favourite writers. J.M. Ney-Grimm is one of them, and with good reason–her writing style is unique, and engrossing." - James J. Parsons, Speaking to the Eyes review
"...Ney-Grimm paints a vivid, lush picture worthy of the Peter Jackson treatment." - D.J. Gelner, Amazon review
"...the world depicted is magical, but the people are very real." - Mary Anna Dunn, Smashwords review
"Her work compares favorably with Robin McKinley and Patricia McKillip ...I'm really pleased to have discovered her!" - Mira, Amazon review
EXCERPT FROM DEVOURING LIGHT
Crack! The two snaky tails snapped silver lightning past Mercurio's nose.
He jumped and laughed.
"Have a care there, Draco. Who would trust a thief without comeliness? You'll bankrupt me faster than a con man!"
The hissing roar of Draco's voice replied, "Younger cousin, 'tis you who sought me." And his tails cracked again, powerful, muscular, scaled in cold burning silver stars.
Mercurio dodged, tripped on the rumpled midnight folds of sky underfoot, barked his shins against a star remnant fixed inconveniently in midair, and swore.
"Cronos! You could tidy your lair!"
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J.M. Ney-Grimm lives with her husband and children in Virginia, just east of the Blue Ridge Mountains. She's learning about permaculture gardening and debunking popular myths about food. The rest of the time she reads Robin McKinley, Diana Wynne Jones, and Lois McMaster Bujold, plays boardgames like Settlers of Catan, rears her twins, and writes stories set in her troll-infested North-lands.