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Fighting for the PJV – Erin Kellison’s Shadowman

Shadowman vs. Gabriel Makos


 
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Name: Shadowman  
Book Series: Shadow series
Job: Grim Reaper, Courier of souls from the mortal world to the afterlife, Dark Lord of the Fae
Height: Varies (6’4” in my favored incarnation)
Weight: Weightless or (260 in my favored incarnation)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
From (Location): Twilight, the realm of the fae
Significant Other: Kathleen O’Brien
Signature Move: Cutting sweep of my scythe
Kill Highlights: Too many to name; I am Death
Enemies: Angels
Favorite Pastime: Watching over Kathleen
Other Facts: None can defeat me


Why do you summon me here to this, this… smackdown? Fools. I am Shadowman, also Thanatos. I am the Grim Reaper, the stealer of souls. What folly do you seek by treating with Death? Did you want to meet me so soon?
Come closer so that you can be duly “smacked” and I can get on with my work. For my love is trapped in Hell and I am forging a Gate to that fell place to fetch her back. So what if devils might course into the mortal world? So what if the angels cannot hold them back? What justice is there that my bright Kathleen is sent to Hell for a crime I committed?
None. So damn the angels and their Order. I’m for Hell and my Kathleen.
I am pouring my fae magic into this wrought iron atrocity, barbed and terrible. And every strike of this hammer bears my rage, my sorrow, and my terror. I forge these strange flowers to adorn the gate—each with three petals folded over its core, as I would protect her soul in that darkness. It’s my hope that she will endure a little longer until I can come for her.
Kathleen knows something of endurance. She battled her failing heart all her life, and I her constant companion on the other side of the veil, waiting for the moment when that organ would fail and I would finally take her.
But she held on and mastered herself. She cheated Fate for years with her iron will. She gleamed bright as Shadow encroached upon her life. And then there was that night, that most criminal night, when fae and mortal sought to touch.
My memories come thick and true before the fire-hazed smoke of my forge. Kathleen, bidding me to cross the boundary between Twilight and mortality. Kathleen, asking me to look at her painting and tell her if she captured any of the magic of faerie in her landscape.
Reader, I was afraid to cross. I, who have looked upon horror and tragedy well beyond your understanding, was afraid to reveal myself to her. You see, for all my power—and it is vast, humanity has some over me as well. I appear in the form that the mortal conceives Death. If Death is a monster, I will take the shape of your deepest fear. If Death is a friend, I will hold out my hand to help you cross.
Kathleen saw in me, her long attendant on the other side of the veil, sweet Shadow, a lover. She made me beautiful and strong, large everywhere, for her pleasure. I’d never known the beat, the want, of carnal desire, but I felt it rise with her heat.
I sundered the boundary between our worlds to come to her. I, not Kathleen. I trespassed and she is in Hell.
There is no justice.
So let us finish this smacking business and I will get on with my own.
I cannot be killed, so don’t even try. I’m made of deepest Shadow. I am Shadow, which is magic. I’ve visited every battle field, presided over every war. I’ve faced hosts of angels, their blades shining, but not even they could harry Death.
I know every weapon ever conceived, and none can match my scythe. No, I do not carry my scythe now. I have abandoned it for the hammer made by the angels. Ironic, I know. But have no fear: This weapon can do dark work, too. Come, and you will see. But select very carefully your line of attack. I have seen and defeated them all because for time immemorial humans have attempted to fight Death, fight the cross into Twilight and Beyond. If you are fortunate enough to land a blow, even one through the heart, or if you should, perchance, take off my head, be apprised that Shadow will only reform me, and instantly. I cannot die. I am Death.
But today I am busy, so come forth, be smacked. I will make quick work of you. Kathleen is waiting.


Ghosts
They haunt the halls of the Segue Institute, terrifying the living, refusing to cross over. But one soul is driven by a very different force.
Love
It survives even death. And Kathleen O’Brien swore she would return to those she was forced to leave too soon.
Shadowman
He broke every rule to have her in life; now he will defy the angels to find her in death.
The Gate
Forging it is his single hope of being reunited with his beloved, but through it an abomination enters the world. Leaving a trail of blood and violence, the devil hunts her too. Pursued through r
ealms of bright fantasy and dark reality, Kathleen is about to be taken…


Erin Kellison is the author of the Shadow Series, which includes Shadow Bound and Shadow Fall, as well as the upcoming Shadowman (Sept 2011), and the e-novella Shadow Touch (June 2011). Stories have always been a central part of Erin’s life. She attempted her first book in sixth grade, a dark fantasy adventure, and she still has those early hand-written chapters. She graduated summa cum laude with a degree in English Language and Literature and went on for a masters in Cultural Anthropology, focusing on oral storytelling. When she had children, nothing scared her anymore, so her focus shifted to writing fiction.


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