#he's partway through vortex currently

[bookwyrminspiration]

my dad: I like that Tom is an idiot and a main character because it means I could be the main character of someone's story :)

also my dad, every three seconds: GOD Tom is such an IDIOT

[allthingsfantasy]

Blog Tour ~ Grimm Remains with Excerpt

Blog Tour ~ Grimm Remains

Author: Eli Celata

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal

Dates: 11th – 21st of April

Hosted by: Ultimate Fantasy Book Tours

  Blurb:

Sometimes the fairy tale's end is just the Grimm beginning.

 Mammon’s summoning turned Rochester into a beacon for the denizens of Hell. As demon activity increases, Jon settles in for a new academic year, and Jordan moves in as the city’s protector. Unfortunately, the young warlock of Rochester might not be around long if the Devil’s marine legion has a say. Havfine, demonic mermaids, don’t often leave deep lakes and ocean waters. They’re better known for drowning mortal sailors than hunting magic users, but something has sent them upstream from Lake Ontario. When three orphans vanish from a magical sanctuary in Toronto, their caretaker – the Wizard Monday – dredges up a part of Jordan’s and Jon’s father’s history that Jordan would have rather forgotten. In this race against the Bane of Hamelin, more than three souls may be on the line.

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34460384-grimm-remains

 ↓Buy Links↓

https://www.amazon.com/Grimm-Remains-Warlock-Rochester-Book-ebook/dp/B06XW6XMSC

Author Bio:

 Eli Celata was born in Rochester and is currently attending Binghamton University as a doctoral student.

 Author’s Social Media Links:

Twitter: @Celata_E

Website: elicelata.wordpress.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/EliCelata/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Eli-Celata/e/B01J6S0AY2

  Excerpt:

I watched as Jordan stepped out onto the water.

While he should have sunk right down, his remaining on the surface didn’t surprise me. Magic seemed to enjoy defying physics. He walked out partway and studied the surface. There were a few centimeters between the sole of his shoes and the water. Gray blue, murky water flowed northward. If a havfine hid beneath, the water obscured the demon from view. Turning back to me, Jordan glided to the shore line.

“It’s air manipulation. You’re levitating,” he explained raising himself an inch higher, then returning to his previous position. “Don’t think. Just do.”

Another gem from my wonderful Yoda. Then again, the original hadn’t believed in trying, so maybe obscure and unreasonable demands were par for the course in apprenticeships. I rolled my eyes but did what I was told. Floating just an inch above the ground, I concentrated on keeping steady. It worked fine until I stepped forward. The foot in motion dropped down onto the ground like I’d missed some invisible step. Jordan didn’t laugh. He just crossed his arms and waited for me to right myself and do it again. After a handful more failures, I succeeded on my eighth attempt to keep the levitation. My foot hovered over the small crests, then the second. Beside me, Jordan followed a step behind as we paced back and forth underneath the bridge.

“This is insane,” I said. Each step came with a rushing sensation. The current echoed up my legs like a kind of sonar. Fish, rocks, and debris bounced around in my head in half translated blurs.

“We’ll do one more round then head up to the lake.”

Jordan’s lips twisted slightly to the side. Without warning, he shoved me. I stumbled struggling to keep my balance. My shoes dipped a bit below the surface of the water, and once I brought it back up, they were soaked. Before I could completely level myself, a pale blue-scaled hand broke through the ripples. Inky black–tipped claws enveloped my ankle, and with a sharp tug, dragged me halfway beneath the water. Magic reared within me. Lightning leapt from my hands, but before they could reach the water, Jordan lifted me over his head like old Rafiki. He threw me back onto land. The bolts of plasma moved forward regardless. Electricity danced over the Genesee.

Reaching into his coat pocket, Jordan pulled out a retractable fishing rod and a bundle of lures. He set the two up together and tossed out his line. As the lures disappeared beneath the surface, they let out green, pulsing light. No sooner had they vanished from sight, a shriek the same as the last havfine’s death cry rang through the air. Unlike the previous havfine Jordan had killed, this one breached. Tangled around one pale blue arm was the lure. A black tail lined in sharp needled points matched the demon’s claws. While all stories had shown long hair or some more feminine features, the havfine’s limited features were ambiguous. There was no nose. Instead, gills lined the demon’s torso from its clavicle to just above the hip. I crawled backwards as quickly as possible, staring in horror. Black coral grew forth from the havfine’s head.

Jordan smirked. Tugging the fishing line back, he allowed his magic to keep pulling, sweeping the line up in a swirling vortex. He stretched his hands out to his sides with his palms facing the demon. Two small silver circles in the center of his palms flashed. The havfine bared its teeth. Sharp needled points filled its mouth, more metal than organic. Slamming his palms together, Jordan ignited a stream of blue plasma which shot from one silver circle to the other in large static bursts. His face lit with the glow, and the red of his hair glistened brighter as he manipulated the energy. A flick of his wrists sent a jolt at the demon. It flailed and green liquid leaked from between its black scales. Claws slashed; teeth gnashed, but vortex tied the fishing wire tightly around the beast. Jordan aligned the water vapors in the air, and with a second flick of his wrist sent a continuous line of plasma into the havfine.

“Who’s come through?” Jordan demanded.

The demon spat, its blue tongue curling like a worm in its mouth as the electricity ran through its body. Jordan didn’t bother to ask again. He simply waited.

Thrashing, the havfine hissed in a voice like a dying breath: “Fjord of fire; hornpipes boon– pale Hein’s furbelows brume. All who hear shall fall. Two by two by two – carried all.”

With a flick of its tail, the havfine severed the line, but it was too late. From its blackened claws to the trailing stingers on its tail, the plasma burst through the seams rendering the demon to tar. Specks landed in the Genesee and vanished downstream. If it had ever been a heavenly host, so little remained that its death didn’t have any more of a transformative effect than a baoht’s. With the rod back in hand, Jordan swaggered back to shore. His lips curled downwards.

“What’s a fjord?” I asked.

Jordan glanced up at me, seemingly struck out of his thoughts. “It’s a narrow inlet of the sea between cliffs.”

Nodding, I brushed my pants off. “Great. And the rest of it?”