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Here's another rough snippet from the first novel:

A Touch Wild
“Ravel, I must give you a gift,” the Elil with him said, “It will help you through the night. Your Sign was made at the time of the Bleeding to help the Lost. It has tools to protect and help. I must unlock one of these. It will not be pleasant though.”

The demons were getting closer. “Anything would be good. Do what you must.”

There was no hesitation. A pain shot through his eyes and he screamed. “It will be easier next time, and painless the next. The Others unlock for the Lost. It is ... an advantage.”

The landscape was on fire. Where night had covered the hills, it was now bright red and textured. After a moment the fire died down, but it was day in the midst of the night, color was absent and everything was shades of silver except the stars. The stars were blue and red and yellow and green and orange, distinct and brilliant. He could see other things he had not seen before: dark smoke massing in the air all around him that could only be the demons, and a dim band of changing color circled his waist.
Ravel did not question this gift. He could see his path and the demons. He could see an escape. The demons had homed in on his screech and were in pursuit. He could hear their hungry rasps as each veered toward him.

There was play their voices. He recognized now the difference between the chase on the ridge and this hunt. They had been toying with a fresh piece of game then, hungry yet not strong enough to take the prize. They knew how to wait a little while it seemed and now the wait was over.

Here was the prey in the open. Here was the hunt. Ravel began to run. The earth was vibrant before him, silver boulders and shrub brush all around him. The demons glided after him in whirling smoke patterns.

He ducked down into a ditch as a black shape whipped overhead, unable to change course. It seemed to grow clearer as forced itself around. Others came pouring after him as he scrambled to his feet in the other direction. A quick dodge to his left sent four shapes streaming past his ear, pulling up a quarter mile away.

Ravel continued at a trot. The first one he dodged was finally getting turned around. A reddish haze marked the form's heading as it focused in on him and another change of direction left the demon reeling past again.

As he cut back and forth across the terrain, Ravel prayed his new sight and knowledge of the demons movement would preserve his strength across the miles ahead.

unravelled by james # 1:04 PM