R.M. Putnam a student of mythology and folklore ventures into a bit of horror with the telling of The Last Sacrifice. Her study into vampirism, cannibalism and slavery brought her to create the Dreaded Baalites of Altair. A society of fleshing-eating vampires who have a sadistic, perverted disregard for human life. Continuing with the Destiny’s Warriors saga, her knowledge of Roman, Angle and Saxon tribes bring her to the take-over of Ireland. In collaboration with Michael W. Valadez, she creates fictional battle-scenes rich with graphic description. Her story is woven with emotion, love and a savagery unlike any other. R.M. Putnam |
| The Burnt Down Once the Land of Shadows that housed only evil Now a dwelling for the clever Imps Nothing more fun for young boys than a Imp hunt. But beware... imps can be very dangerous despite their small size. |
Book # 2 in the Destiny's Warriors Series The Last Sacrifice Intended for adults due to the graphic violence and adult subject matter Now Available! This time fantasy crosses over to horror! The bloodiest horror to come to these mystical realms! Scroll down to meet some of the characters and read excerpts. YouTube Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_n53_WSId4k |
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| The Last Sacrifice Book #2 in the Destiny's Warriors Series |
| Sweet, simple, lovely Donait (Doe-nae).... Forced to be a diabolical murderess and seductress to seek revenge on Castle Samhain. |
| Illustrated by Michael W. Valadez |
| Raggedy Rouella the swamp faery. Donait's constant companion. |
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Wars rage on as Prefectus and the Roman cohort join forces with the Angle and Saxon tribes to bring down the Fianna. A battle of power, skills and wits like no other ensues as the adventure continues. |
| Fianna Warriors Organized group of the best sons Ireland has to offer. They fight for freedom against the Angles, Saxons, Romans and even the Dreaded Cannibalistic Baalites of Altair! |
| The Saxons joined forces with the Angles and Romans to overthrow the mighty Fianna warriors. Standing ready with their heavy armor and battle dress the Saxons fight for land and power. |
The Dreaded Cannibalistic Baalites of Altair. A savage society that feed on human flesh. Addicted to the Blood Lust, they are an enemy that has never been beat. Led by the Lord of Blood the Baalites go on hunts for humans. Guided by their sadistic perversions they brutalize man, woman and child... Atrocities beyond the imagination bring down mighty warriors as they become little more than pets or meat for the slaughter... Will all be lost? |
| The Lord of blood |
| The Sisters of Hades Evil abounds these ladies who are guided by the practice of black magic! Their souls cursed by their beauty no man, woman or child can look upon their faces. A mire glance would cause pain and agony before slowly dying with images of terror in their victim's heart. Hence, the Sisters wear Masks to cover their lovely faces, for, even looking upon their own image death would befall them. Loyal to Morrigan, the Goddess of Hades, the sisters see all, know all and tyrannize the population with the very blackest of magic to ensure Morrigan's throne. No one dare challenge the Sisters! |
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| About the The Last Sacrifice Readers of The Last Sacrifice will be spellbound by the story of Lord Gwydion’s offspring: his sons Cormac, Swayzie and Beltene, and his grandsons as they encounter Donait, the daughter of Rosilda and the picture of innocence, at least on the surface. Donait is sent by Rosilda to avenge Ragnarok and Sorcha by taking Gwydion down and overthrowing the throne. Donait, armed with a love potion that she uses liberally, affects the lives of everyone she touches, and the consequences that spiral from her meddling are dire. But they are all part of Destiny’s plan… Going against her orders, Donait falls in love with Owain, who believes her to be a good soul and counters his own family, killing two to defend her. Having seduced several family members, Donait gives birth to a baby girl, Megan, before meeting her fate. Megan grows into a beauty with a warrior’s heart and dreams of joining the Fianna. When she comes of age and is denied membership, all hell breaks loose…Cormac tries to protect her, but cannot do so at all times. When Megan meets what she feels might be her life mate, it’s not at all a smooth transition and battles of blood and bone ensue. Great, deep love and bliss grow here with The Last Sacrifice, as do the hatred and venom of souls lost and betrayed. The way they entangle and intertwine throughout the novel is fascinating, and karmic lessons abound. The men and women in this sequel to Destiny’s Warriors are beautiful and enchanting. Yet, there are those who are utterly horrifying with their evil magic and inhuman ways. The Lord of Blood and his vampire people, hunts down men, women and children, for the slaughter to feed their cannibalistic society. The dreaded Baalites from the realm of Altair take delight in torture and perverse cravings! This epic tale of retribution, battles of will and affairs of the heart is to be devoured and at the same time savored as you travel from realm to realm within its pages. |
Chapter 22 Excerpt: The old man replied with a raspy voice, “They call me Murtagh, my Lord and I am at your service. I saw all that happened . . . my son pushed me into the grain-house for my protection. I am the only survivor . . . I have lost everyone that mattered to me . . . I lost everything . . . ” Calum nodded. “Murtagh . . . due to all the devastation and the dead in Oppida, I ordered what remained burned to the ground. Sir, you can stay here within the castle grounds. You look too old for heavy work. Therefore, I’ll have you see to the upkeep of the library, in exchange for room and board. Now, tell me everything.” Murtagh took a deep breath, “Thank you, my lord . . . I have no family left and nowhere to go.” Murtagh cleared his throat then continued, “IT, I call him IT because although he looks like a man . . . he acted more like a beast . . . a thing of evil . . . IT killed everyone! The women and children! It didn’t just kill, but he bled them like . . . a bat . . . like a blood sucking bat! The Lord of Blood . . . is lower than a beast. He is a thing, not man nor animal. He didn’t want a fight or war. When the people tried to fight him, I heard him say that he was only on a hunt. My Lord, he made such a statement as if the people were nothing more than rabbits or game birds. As you can imagine, chaos resulted…women and children screaming as they ran for escape. The men all took to arms but my Lord . . . it was if they were in fact rabbit! Game for the kill! The Lord of Blood and his warriors appeared to take delight in killing and raping as if it were nothing more than sport! Near the door where I was hiding I heard these evil warriors in conversation. I found out that they are from a realm called Altair where the God of Blood rules. The Lord of Blood is his son and they simply hunt humans to feed upon, they want no war . . . My Lord, we are cattle to them! Then, I heard more voices but I could not understand their tongue. They spoke a language foreign to me.” “Do you know where Altair is . . . the entrance?” asked Calum. Murtagh shook his head. “I have no idea, my Lord.” “Tell us what the Lord of Blood looks like?” asked Finn. “I only saw the back of him from where I was hiding. I cannot describe him only that he appears to be a man dressed in layered robes, his head draped and he rode a fine stallion. Nevertheless, he can be no man. He is a demon!” Finn handed Murtagh a horn of mead, taking notice the old man looked shaken to retell the event of the fall of his home and family. Calum then ordered a servant to see to it that they gave Murtagh comfortable quarters. Finn looked to Fiacha in worry. Calum asked, “What is it, Finn?” Finn explained, “Gwyd told me once that the God of Blood and his clan, are long time enemies of Samhain. He told me that the Great Samhain cursed the entrance to Altair, to protect humans and mystical creatures alike from the blood- thirsty vampires.” Beltene nodded, “Yes, my father told me all about it. But the Lord of Blood never knew the Great Samhain. It’s the God of Blood that was the enemy . . . the Lord of Blood had not been more yet as I understand it.” Fiacha stood up, pacing as he explained, “In the family records . . . I have read that the Great Samhain and the God of Blood had once been close friends but had a serious falling out over the faeries. Apparently, the God of Blood wanted to feed upon the faeries and Samhain refused to tell him how to gain entry into the Otherworld. Samhain felt he could not win a war against the Altairians so he simply cursed the entryway to Altair so they couldn’t leave.” Overwhelmed with worry, Calum said, “I fear what we might be up against if the Great Samhain felt he could not fight this enemy. The Lord of Blood does not want war but I cannot allow him to hunt my people down.” |
Dermot stepped up to Gwydion breaking his train of thought. “Each time I have been to battle I hate it . . . how I tire of killing and watching the dying. I hate to dig backbreaking trenches for large funeral fires. Hunger, bitter cold or the sweltering heat makes me consider fleeing for comfort and safety. The heartbreak of saying my final farewell to comrades makes me feel old and tired. Yet, when a new battle is upon me . . . I feel such a thrill of what is to come. The challenge to overcome the odds . . . the fear and excitement of wondering if this will be my last battle . . . will this be the time I die or will I find myself crippled and useless. It sounds morbid, but facing death gives me the will to live.” |
Saba’s words echoed in her thoughts, before he steals your virtue, perfume yourself with this potion. It will send him into deep sleep. Only then can you finish him. Donait glanced at the small bottle on the table but Swayzie’s sweet caresses caused her to betray Saba’s command. Donait would do nothing to spoil this very beautiful moment. Swayzie treated her as a lover. He did not steal her virtue, she gave it to him. She had no idea that lovemaking could be so splendid. Suddenly, she felt as if she mattered, as if she was a worthwhile person . . . this powerful Chieftain cared about her and desired her. At long last, Donait knew what if felt like to be happy. Just before dawn, she fell asleep in Swayzie's arms. He held her as if to protect her. Swayzie’s guilt and shame felt overwhelming as he thought, She was an innocent and I spoiled her. If a married man had done this to one of my daughters, I would kill him. What can I do now? I cannot marry her while Iris lives. But somehow, I still must take care of her. She said she has no family; she is all alone in the world. I can’t help feeling that she is precious, a delicate young lady that I want to love and spend every night holding in my arms. She will be mine; I will put her up in a cottage and spend what time I can with her. Iris will be dead soon, then Donait will be my wife. Swayzie lay his head upon hers and fell asleep. At dawn, when Donait woke, she turned and saw Swayzie in a sleep of exhaustion, sprawled on the bed. She nervously looked at Swayzie and then at the travel bag. Donait quietly got up and opened the small sack that held the horn. Donait walked over to the bed, her hand trembling with fear as a moment of doubt overwhelmed her. She wanted to run away and let him live. Or, maybe they could run away together and live happily ever after. I could live happily with this fine man. He’s so charming and handsome. For a moment, he was no longer a mission or a conquest, he was the man she gave her innocence too. He romanced her in ways she could never have dreamed about. She liked how he whispered sweet nothings to her. Saba came to her mind and she knew she could not betray her mother. Tears rolled down her cheek as she bent down and kissed Swayzie on the forehead tenderly. I am so sorry Lord Swayzie. I’ll always remember you with fondness in my heart. Donait held the horn with two hands, her knuckles white as her heart hammered in fear. She plunged the horn into his chest. It felt hard and the horn didn’t pierce through his chest as easily as she expected. Startled awake, Swayzie gasped as he looked upon Donait’s eyes over-flowing with tears. He took notice of his own blood sprayed on her face but before he could react, she plunged the horn repeatedly, struggling to make it reach his heart. Then, with all her might she plunged the horn into his chest, this time deep into his heart. Donait then withdrew the horn and dropped it on the floor panting for air as she stood in fear looking down at herself sprayed with blood and taking notice that a great deal of blood was splattered on the wall, the bed and to the floor. Gasping for air as she glanced around at the hideous sight, Donait stood wide-eyed watching Swayzie die. In complete shock and feeling as if struck by lightning, Swayzie began to gurgle as his heart pumped out blood at an alarming rate. He had no time to think or to even realize if what had just happened was real or a dream. |
Will evil magic, revenge and murder result in the Last Sacrifice or will the Dreaded Lord of Blood fulfil the prophecy? |
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