Order of the Seers

He had seen Alessandra Pino only once before, but he never forgot her… he had heard many rumors about her, but they all ended with the same conclusion. She was crazy, stark-raving-mad-fuck-bat-crazy. She kept getting moved from purification site to purification site. Everyone wanted her. No one could handle her.

[Liam] felt the life, the person he had been, rush past him and out the door as his eyes took in the overturned, splintered remains of their living room. It was a feeling he’d felt only once before, when his father died. But what made it worse…made it permanent, was lying in the middle of the floor, with its contents thrown everywhere. It was his mother’s purse, which had not been there when he left that morning.

Liam looked at Miguel with all the bravado of a young man ready to be tested & determined not to lose. If Miguel didn’t know his own strengths, he might have been intimidated, but the emotion just wasn’t in him. Liam was a boy; Miguel was a killer…there was no comparison.

Crane’s hand rose up on its own to wipe the lone tear that was making its descent from the corner of her eye. She was afraid. She was afraid of him, and he was in love with her fear. “Oh, my love…” Crane murmured.

Marcus Akida was always a sight to behold whenever he entered a room. Though he had the typical ash blonde hair and clouded eyes, his skin shone with the same ebony brilliance that it had the day he was captured… in Tanzania. At a lean and muscular 6’4”, in the heavy red robe of the Seers, he was at once angel and demon; beautiful and terrifying.