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Jordyn and Caverns of Gloom Blog TourJORDYN AND THE CAVERNS OF GLOOM by Tiffany King
on August 15, 2013
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Lies.

My so-called family lied.
My friends lied.
The only guy I ever liked lied.
My mentor, the one I was supposed to trust lied.

My entire existence is built on lies and yet now they want my help. Scratch that, now
they need my help. I'll play the good soldier, but I am no longer the person I was before. This time it will be on my terms. I will trust no one.

I am a weapon. I am Jordyn.

Enjoy this excerpt from

Jordyn and the Caverns of Gloom:

A Daemon Hunter Novel book 2

By Tiffany King

 

 

I had never seen so many daemons in one location. The description Emrys had given was dead on. The space was shaped like an egg with dozens of different tunnels connected to it. There had to be at least two hundred daemons inside. All became silent when Emrys dragged me into the room. Glaring at all of them, it was clear my reputation had preceded me. Derision filled some of their ugly faces when they spotted me. Others smirked and openly laughed at the fact that I was prisoner. Several surprisingly cowered, even though my wrists were tied. My act of indifference was tested when I spotted that statue in the center of the room. The sight of it hit me like a Mack truck and I wanted to melt the smiles off every face in the joint. It depicted several daemons taking down an angel. Each of them devoured a different part of the angel, whose face was a mask of agony. Seeing my apparent disgust, the daemons proudly yelled and hollered with pride in their statue.

“Hey, half-breed, what do you think of our art?” a daemon taunted, popping up in front of me. His foul breath spewed out, making me want to gag.

“Go screw yourself,” I said, spitting in its face. Without hesitation, I placed a precisely executed front kick to the middle of the daemons chest, sending him crashing into the wall. I smiled with satisfaction, not caring about the consequences. The daemon jumped to its feet and charged toward me. Jerking my hands away from Emrys, I sidestepped the oncoming advance and lassoed the daemon in my hands, causing its head to ignite into flames.

Emrys jerked me back, but the damage was done. All the commotion silenced for a moment as the daemons watched one of their own turn to ash. I expected pandemonium to break out, but raucous laughter filled the space, echoing off the wall.

“What a bunch of brain-dead morons,” I mumbled under my breath. Emrys must have heard me since his lips quirked slightly like he wanted to smile.

“Need some help with your prisoner?” another daemon taunted as Emrys led me through the egg-shaped cavern.

“Why don’t you step closer and find out,” I purred, dying to sink my hands into his ugly mug.

The daemon snarled, but neglected to take me up on my offer.

Emrys laughed out loud. “I’d watch it, Bruce. Unless you want that too,” he said, indicating the pile of ash behind us.

“Yeah, Bruce. Go sit down. Anybody else?” I mocked, pivoting my head around so I could smirk at them.

“Yous need to be taughts some manners.”

Pivoting around, I smiled wickedly at the butt-ugly daemon. “I’s do?” I asked, picking at his slurring. “Why don’t you come on over and do it butt face,” I coaxed, not even trying to hide my disgust. It licked its grotesquely large lips with a long tongue that looked like an eggplant that had gone horribly wrong. It was a deep purple shade with open yellow boils covering the majority of it. It was astonishing it could even talk. “At least we know my fist in your face will be an improvement,” I said.

“You’ves got big britches for someone’s tied up,” it said with its tongue darting out, spitting greenish yellow goo.

“Well, you’re so ugly a dog wouldn’t even shit you,” I countered.

My taunt had the desired effect I wanted. Daemons had a tendency for self-mutilation when they were egged on. Don’t ask me why they did it, but I kept nudging. It began hissing and clawing at its face.

“Goes to hells,” it growled.

“Isn’t that where we are?” I questioned, laughing in its face, knowing that would only infuriate it more. I watched as it pulled one of its own ears off and threw it at me. “You throw like a girl,” I added for good measure as the ear landed harmlessly at my feet.

The other daemons watched with interest as I picked at one of their own, who was close to losing it. Of course, they didn’t turn against me. That wasn’t their nature. They turned on the daemon that was a few insults away from destroying itself, throwing out their own insults. One of them even threw out a few momma jokes, which I thought was hilarious. It was like a pile of ants converging on their prey. The room broke out in one insult after another all directed at one daemon that continued to mutilate itself. Before I knew it, the daemon had cast its nose aside in anger, followed quickly by an arm, along with a section of its face and three of the talons from its feet. One of the other daemons became offended when a horn pegged it in the face. The offended daemon ended up retaliating by hitting another daemon in the head with a giant snot loogie that made me want to puke.

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Author Bio:

USA Today Best Selling author, Tiffany King is the author of the Young Adult titles: The Saving Angels Series, Wishing for Someday Soon, Forever Changed, Unlikely Allies, Miss Me Not, and Jordyn: The Daemon Hunter Novel Series. She also has a New Adult title called No Attachments.
Writer by day and book fanatic the rest of the time, she is now pursuing her life-long dream of weaving tales for others to enjoy. She has a loving husband and two wonderful kids. (Five, if you count her three spoiled cats). Her addictions include: Her iphone and ipad, chocolate, Diet Coke, chocolate, Harry Potter, chocolate, and her favorite TV shows. Want to know what they are? Just ask.

 

 

 

 

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