I know of the Storyteller, it whispers into the man’s ear, I’ve met him. If you promise not to kill me, I’ll take you to him.
Alix Andre DeBenit and Randall Fagan are Hunters, part of a hidden network of humans who track and kill the monsters lurking in our world so everyone else can pretend they don’t exist. But when a living shadow mentions someone called the Storyteller, Alix hesitantly decides to learn more.
They say the Storyteller lives in a massive library full of books that tell every being’s life story. He can read
these books, rewrite them and change anything he wants, even if
it’s already happened. That’s the power Alix wants, the power to bring his murdered family back and he’s determined to make the Storyteller do it.
He just has to decide if working with the very creatures he’s supposed to kill is worth it.
Instead, the ground around the boy reared up, plant roots breaking through the dead grass and slithering up. They tangled around him and, without warning, yanked him down to the ground in a hard crash. The ice attack crumbled away before it could hit Dox, the cracked, gray roots wrapping around the boy’s tattooed arm until the mark was no longer visible. The young man cried out in protest and pain, the rough branches squeezing around the wound on his arm and the small cut on his side from Fagan’s earlier attack. He struggled against the branches but they only grew thicker, keeping him locked in place.
“What the hell are you doing, you idiot! Are you trying to get killed?!”
The sudden voice was female, coming from the front yard through the broken entryway in the fence. She stepped around it, wearing a pair of loose black pants with a black tank top. Fishnet covered her arms and the small exposed area of her waist. Her hair was a dark color, possibly red, but it was too hard to tell in the middle of the night. As she walked up to Dox she looked ready to slap him across the face.
“Cyn? What are you doing here?”
Alix was surprised to be able to read an expression on Dox’s face despite his lack of normal eyes. It was a mix of concern, surprise, and a touch of intimidation as the new girl, Cyn, continued to berate him, her fist balled up at her sides.
Alix swore softly under his breath. He didn’t even consider Dox having some sort of partner.
“Saving you, you moron!”
“This isn’t a good place for you to-”
“Shut up. I’m not going to take advice from someone who was just going to stand there while an Ice Dragon froze his head off!”
Ice Dragon. So that’s what the boy was. Now that Alix had that tidbit of information he could attempt to make some sense of the situation. However, with a very irritated demon girl – he assumed she was demon, no human could make roots erupt from the ground like that – he only had one sure fire way to calm things down. Alix stepped toward them, careful to step away from the roots as he aimed his gun straight at the new girl. “Don’t move.”
Behind them Fagan crossed over to the boy trapped by the roots and turned his sword, delivering a quick blow to the back of his head and knocking him out. The boy’s body slumped against the roots as the air around him stopped feeling like the inside of a butcher’s freezer.
Despite this, Fagan stood with his sword ready in case he woke up or if the roots decided to choose a new target.
Cyn turned and glared right at Alix. “You’re a Hunter.”
About the Author & Links:
In 2001, two women met online on a Gundam Wing yaoi mailing list, of all places. Briana was attending college at Iowa State University, while Jessica attended St. Cloud State University. The two would chat on a nightly basis and even wrote a fanfic together. At some point, the two began roleplaying as different anime and video game characters. As they roleplayed together, they began coming up with original story ideas, but thought nothing of it.
After graduation, Briana moved to Minnesota and moved in with Jessica. One year after living together, their apartment was broken into. Among the list of stolen things were their laptops, and the two had to start their online roleplay all over again. This gave birth to a character called, “The Storyteller,” a creature who could read your life like a book and change anything he wanted. They started roleplaying stories revolving around this character until, one day, Jessica wrote the prologue to a book idea. After many car rides and ice cream trips, the two planned out the first book to a series, “Seeking the Storyteller,” and planned out the rest of the series.
While this was going on, both women were writing their own, solo projects and promoting each other’s work. They would edit each other’s works and act as each others’ muses, always encouraging and, occasionally, adding interesting tidbits to their tales. Between the two of them they have a variety of books that cover several genres, ranging from Urban Fantasy, to Mystery, to Horror, to LGBT, and whatever their muses whisper to them. They bring their books to conventions all across the country to promote them and get them into the hands of readers who are ready to be taken into an entirely different world.