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English versions of the Templar Chronicles trilogy!
From this week’s edition of the Full Moon Press newsletter:
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Full Moon Press
Joseph Nassise’s “Templar Chronicles”
We are very pleased to announce that we are sending out contracts for Joe to sign for all 3 “Templar Chronicles” novels this week!
We will have artist announcements and a preorder link for “Heretic”, the first book in the series next week and we will have a very cool promotion for this series as well!
These books are international bestsellers and we expect them to be very popular FMP titles!
More details will follow next week!
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I’m very grateful to Full Moon Press for making the decision to publish all three of the Templar Chronicles books in English. At long last, all of my original fans will be able to read the continuing adventures of Knight Commander Cade Williams and his Echo Team comrades.
Now, that said, I can’t stress how important it is for the first book in this series to sell well. I know just about everyone out there has read it and that you are all anxiously awaiting books two and three. But the publisher and I wanted to do this as a complete three-part set and sales of the first book are clearly going to impact how quickly we get the next two out to the market.
So it would be great to see a good number of pre-orders come in next week when Full Moon makes the announcement that things are ready to go. I can guarantee you won’t be disappointed – these books are going to be beautiful!
If you haven’t signed up for the free Full Moon Press newsletter, you can do so at their website so you won’t miss the announcement when it happens next week. (I will be echoing the announcement in my own newsletter as well.)
That Cleansing Fire – Part Five
Leaving Olsen on guard, Riley and Cade did a more thorough search of the church, looking for anything that might indicate what had happened to the missing advance team, Bishop, or the church staff.
After an hour of searching, they came up empty-handed.
Which left the body itself and the need for more drastic measures.
Cade bent over and examined the corpse on the altar before him. The priest had clearly been middle-aged; his thinning gray hair and liver spotted skin gave evidence to that. A close look at the shrunken flesh of the right side of his face revealed a large bruise. The black cloth of his shirt and pants was ripped and tattered in certain places, mainly about the arms and lower legs.
Cade removed his gloves and placed them in his pocket. He checked to be certain his men had control of the situation, receiving a nod of confirmation from each of them, and then turned back to face the altar.
It was time to go to work.
There was no way Cade was going to use his Talent on the body itself. The priest had no doubt suffered greatly at the hands of the Ch’iang shih and Cade had no desire to relive any of that experience, not like that. Instead, he was going to take a reading from the surface of the altar itself, in the hopes that it would filter enough of the horror out of the encounter to allow him to understand just what had happened here.
Cade took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the task ahead. Using his Talent was never easy. It physically drained him of energy at an alarming rate, leaving him weak and disoriented for several long minutes afterward. The need to constantly guard against being overwhelmed by another’s thoughts and emotions made it mentally demanding as well. Staying immersed too long in the flow made it difficult for him to regain his own identity, and though he had never tested the theory for obvious reasons, Cade believed that his physical form could be affected by what he was seeing through his Gift as well.
When he was ready, he reached out and laid his palms flat on the altar’s surface.
Hands.
Hands carrying him, perversely caressing him, while others seize hold of his arms and legs and haul him bodily into the air.
Our Father, who art in heaven…
Movement, the whisper of bodies parting to get out of the way, a low murmuring of anticipation filling the air.
He’s dropped onto a hard surface (the altar?) and his limbs are pulled out and away from his body, his captors’ claws clicking against each other as they expose the skin of his wrists and legs.
Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with me…
The cloying scent of rancid meat hangs in the air.
More hands seize his face, forcing his jaws open, the taste of something metallic as an object is shoved into his mouth while gnarled fingers snatch at his tongue.
Pain, terrible pain, as his blood flows freely, filling his mouth…
With a sudden cry Cade snatched his hands away from the altar top, the coppery taste of phantom blood sharp in his mouth. His turned his head and spat on the carpet to clear it.
When he looked up, Riley and Olsen were looking at him expectantly.
“Chiang Shi, all right,” he told them, as he pulled his gloves back on. “A lot of them. And they left us a calling card.” Cade reached out, held the corpse across the forehead with one hand and, with the other, yanked the pieces of duct tape off the corpse’s mouth. The man’s mouth remained locked open, so Cade peered inside and then reached in with two fingers to draw something out.
Cade held the object out for the other men to see.
It was a gold signet ring set with a ruby stone in the shape of a cross. It was identical to the ring that each team member wore on their right hands, the same rings they were given on the night of their initiation into the Order. On the reverse side, directly beneath the stone, were the initials JKB.
“Bishop’s ring,” Cade said.
Riley swore.
Cade handed the ring to him, removed the glove on his right hand and then extended that hand back toward his teammate again.
“You sure you want to do that, boss?” Riley asked.
Cade nodded. “We don’t have any other choice. They obviously want us to know they have Bishop. The ring might be able to tell us if he is still alive, and if he is, where they might be keeping him.”
Shaking his head in resignation, Riley gently dropped the ring into his teammate’s open palm.
This time, Cade’s Talent was a bit more generous.
Pain.
A deep, throbbing pain that pulsed in his left side, right where the vamps had slashed him with his own weapon. He knew he was still bleeding; the wet trickle that marched down his ribcage and under the waistband of his pants clearly told that story. His right wrist hurt as well, where two of the vamps had locked their vile mouths on his flesh before their leader had stopped them from draining him dry.
He was bone-weary, evidence that the two junior vamps had taken a fair amount of life force from him before the stronger one had intervened. Still, he was alive, and while he was he had no doubt that his team would make an effort to rescue him.
Which meant he had to stay that way until they could get to him.
He knew he was in the warehouse district; he’d seen as much when they’d grabbed him at the church. While he’d been unable to determine the exact location of the building to which they had brought him, he had been able to catch a glimpse of the sign out front. “Markhams Slaught..” was all he’d been able to see before they’d dragged him inside.
A quick search of a phone book was all they needed after that.
That Cleansing Fire – Part Four
The St. Margaret Catholic Church occupied a small, half-forgotten lot sandwiched between two abandoned tenements. It was made of brick that had long lost its newness, coated as it was by the dust and grime of the city. A small, squat rectory was attached to it by a short covered walkway. A broken-down chain link fence surrounded the property. Here and there small piles of wind-blown trash could be seen trapped up against the fence in the light of the now risen moon.
Cade parked the Explorer along the curb in front of the grounds and the three of them got out. The streets were quiet, hushed even, as if the buildings around them were holding their breath, waiting to see what these intruders would do in their domain. Cade could feel the electrical tension that comes from being watched, but couldn’t identify were the feeling was coming from.
They pushed open the gate and made their way over to the church entrance. Once they drew close, they were able to see that the heavy, oak doors of the sanctuary were left partially open. Considering the neighborhood, it was a clear sign that all was not right here.
They entered the church like it was hostile territory.
Riley shoved open the door and let his companions slip inside before taking up a position behind them. Stretching out before them was a large central aisle that extended to the altar fifty feet ahead and divided two sets of pews into equal parts, with aisles stretching down the outside of each section against the walls. On either side of the altar, two small wings formed the horizontal axis of the cross and stretched out of sight. The building was shaped like a cross and the team had entered at its base. The interior was semi-dark, lit only by the soft breath of moonlight that were streaming in through the four windows that were evenly spaced along the left hand wall. The red beams of their laser sights danced about in the semi-darkness like the lights at a rock concert before swiftly coming to rest on the body that had been left lying across the altar at the front of the church.
Making certain that the building was clear was the first priority, however, and so the body would have to wait. Without a word, Riley moved to the left-hand aisle and Olseny moved to the right. Cade waited until they were in position and then gave the hand signal for them to advance simultaneously toward the altar. This would allow them to provide fire support to each other while at the same time make use of the wooden pews as cover should it prove necessary.
They made it to the foot of the altar without incident. Riley and Olsen circled the outer wings without finding anything out of the ordinary before rejoining Cade at the apex of the central aisle. Only at that point, once they were satisfied that they were alone, did the three of them advance on the body lying on the altar.
The man dressed in the black casual clothing and white clerical collar of a Catholic priest. One leg was draped over the front of the altar, the other hung over the side, bent at the knee. The priest’s hands were arranged on his chest with an antique wooden crucifix clasped upright between them.
If it hadn’t been for the condition of his skin and face, you might have almost been able to believe he was sleeping, Cade thought idly. Of course there was no way you’d ever make that mistake once you’d gotten a close look at what had been done to him.
Had the man spent the last two hundred years baking in the Arizona deserts, he couldn’t have looked any more drained of substance than he did now. The skin of his face was stretched tightly over his skull, as if the flesh beneath had been sucked away, leaving just the thinnest barrier between the air and bone. A quick glance down at the man’s hands let Cade know the condition extended there as well and from that Cade guessed that it extended across his entire body. The man’s eyes were gone, the empty sockets staring at the ceiling far above. From the position of the man’s jaw, it looked like his mouth was frozen open in a silent scream, but the several strips of grey duct tape that were wrapped around his lower face made it difficult to tell for certain.
Olsen was the first to speak.
“Vamps!” he swore, using the common name for something that was in truth far more vicious than the blood-sucking monsters immortalized by Bram Stoker’s Dracula. “I freakin hate vamps!”
“Ch’iang shih,” Cade corrected softly, using the proper name for the Chinese creatures, but he agreed with the general sentiment. If the blood cult they had supposedly been called in to investigate actually turned out to be a pack of Ch’iang Shih, he and his team were in for a nasty fight in the not so distant future.
While his team had never had to face this particular supernatural menace, he had been thoroughly briefed in the past. He did his best now to recall what he had been told.
Also known as the Gui Ren, or Demon People, they were some of the fiercest supernatural creatures ever encountered by the Templars. They had their origins in China and were routinely seen throughout Central and Southeast Asia, but they had rarely been encountered here in the States. According to Asian tradition, they are formed when an individual has an outstanding karmic debt that must be paid, a debt so enormous that it prevents the soul from moving onward through the Great Cycle and forces the body to rise again from death. More often than not, the higher, rational aspect of the soul, the Hun, becomes dormant, leaving the P’o, or the lower, bestial aspect of the soul, in control of the resurrected creature. Neither truly living nor dead, the Ch’iang shih are creatures without Chi, the essence of life, and therefore must constantly steal it from the living in order to sustain their existence while they seek to redeem their debt and rejoin the Great Cycle.
The drained, lifeless husk that is left behind after such a theft had become the Ch’iang shih’s signature the world over. No other creature left such evidence of its passing in their wake, making them easily identifiable for hunters like Cade’s team.
Identifying them was the easy part, however.
Finding and defeating them was another matter entirely.
That Cleansing Fire – Part Three
Cade waited with Riley at the foot of the aircraft stairs while Olsen went to get the rental car. While they waited, they helped the pilot unload the four larges cases of equipment they had brought with them from the cargo area of the plane. Each case was locked tightly and was sealed with the emblem of the Holy See, making them the sovereign territory of the Vatican itself, off limits to all but their intended recipients. It was the same type of diplomatic protection afforded to the staff members of a foreign nation’s embassy and it allowed the Order to move cargo of all types, including firearms, explosives, and supernatural artifacts, about the country with little to no resistance from the authorities. If the authorities couldn’t see what was in the box, they certainly couldn’t prevent it from arriving at its destination.
Olsen pulled up next to the aircraft behind the wheel of a black Ford Explorer. Cade and Riley quickly loaded the gear into the rear of the vehicle before climbing inside. A few moments later the three of them were speeding out of the airport gate.
Not knowing what had happened to Bishop, Cade had no choice but to assume the safe house was compromised. Instead of going there as had been originally planned, Cade had Olsen drive around for a while until they found a run down Holiday Inn on the outskirts of town. Cade went inside and got them three interconnecting rooms on the ground floor in the back of the hotel, where their comings and goings would be mainly unobserved. Olsen parked the truck in front of the door to the center room and they made short work of unloading the equipment.
Ten minutes later they met in Cade’s room. After a brief discussion, it was decided that they would go to the safe house first, in the hopes that Bishop might simply be injured and unable to make contact. If he were not there, they would do a thorough search of the premises in case he had left a message or some other clue as to his whereabouts. If, after that, they still came up empty handed, they would then try to make contact with the church pastor who had first requested assistance. All three of them agreed that the pastor himself might be compromised, or worse, in on the problem from the beginning, so any trip to the church would be treated as a journey into hostile territory. They would secure the premises first and ask their questions later.
Just after sunset, the three of them suited up. Each team member pulled on a set of white ceramic body armor that had been blessed by the Holy Father himself and displayed the red cross of the Templars prominently across the chest. In a shoulder holster, each man carried a standard issue HK Mark 23 .45 caliber handgun, complete with a 12 round magazine, a flash suppressor, and laser-targeting device. A combat knife was either affixed to their belts or in a calf sheath on the outside of their boots. Two spare magazines were affixed with Velcro to their left wrists. Their swords, held in tear-resistant nylon sheaths, were slung across their backs, the hilt of the weapon extending just beyond the right shoulder for easy access in the heat of combat. Lightweight Kevlar tactical helmets with built in communications gear went on their heads.
In addition to the pistol, each man carried his choice of personal weapons. For Riley, it was a Mossberg 590 12 gauge combat shotgun. He was also the team demolitions expert, so he also carried an assortment of plastic explosives and detonators in the chest webbing he wore over his armor. Olsen carried an HK MP5 compact submachine gun, though on occasion he would swap that for a Barrett Light .50 caliber sniper rifle if the situation demanded it. Bishop had been an expert with all kinds of throwing knives. Cade was the only one who didn’t carry anything in addition to his standard pistol.
His other, more esoteric abilities were all he needed.
When they were ready, they left the hotel behind and climbed once more into their vehicle.
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The safe house was located in a quiet, residential neighborhood on the south side of town. A thick stretch of woods occupied the right hand side of the street, while several older homes occupied the left. Cade had Olsen drive down the street slowly, occasionally using his high beams to illuminate the house numbers painted on the sides of the mailboxes before moving on again. To the casual observer, it would look as if the men in the car were looking for a particular address. In reality, Cade and Riley were using the time to study the target property, noting entry and egress routes and watching for motion behind the darkened windows that faced out onto the street.
After passing the house once and not finding anything obviously amiss, Cade had Olsen drive around the block and pull over to the side of the road in the shadows beneath a stretch of trees, where Cade and Riley slipped out of the vehicle.
The night was dark, the sky above covered with a thick curtain of heavy storm clouds and with the rise of the moon still a half hour away, which would help them in their effort to remain concealed. Keeping to the shadows, the two men made their way back down the block until they were hidden in the woods directly opposite the front door of the safe house. Cade clicked his mike twice, giving the signal that they were in position. A moment later Olsen came back down the street in the Explorer and parked along the curb in front of the house. He flipped on the interior light and pretended to study a map.
His companions watched the house carefully, looking for any reaction to Olsen’ presence, but none came.
So far, so good.
Cade clicked his mike again.
Upon receiving the signal, Olsen turned off the interior light and exited the vehicle, the map held in his left hand, leaving his right hand, his weapon hand, free. Olsen walked up the front walk and rang the doorbell. The plan called for him to ask for directions to the airport if someone answered the door, while Cade and Riley covered him from the street. If no one answered, Olsen would signal to the others and they would advance on the house themselves, at which point they would enter the home with the key Bishop had previously sent to them.
Cade watched tensely as Olsen headed up the walk. This was the dangerous part of the plan; if Olsen was attacked and dragged inside the house before the others could get to him, he would be on his own with his companions locked outside, unable to help.
Olsen waited a moment after ringing the bell and then, after receiving no answer, rang it again. When it went unanswered the second time, he stepped off the front steps, checked the street one time to be certain no one unexpected was watching, and then walked around the side of the house, headed for the rear.
Cade and Riley crossed the street and found him waiting at the back door of the house, key in hand. The two men moved into position and Cade signaled for Olsen to go ahead and open the door.
Inside, the house was dark. Using hand signals again, Cade indicated they were to do a search. The three of them fanned out and went the small dwelling with the aid of their flashlights, but didn’t find Bishop. The refrigerator and shelves were stocked with food and several city maps lay on the coffee table in the living room next to the briefcase containing Bishop’s communications equipment, evidence that he had been here, but that was all.
There were no clues as to what had happened to him.
Or where he was now.
They were going to have to check out the church.
That Cleansing Fire – Part Two
He gently replaced the sword back in its case, this time with the opposite side facing up. Tugging the thin, cotton glove off his right hand, he traced the Latin word with the tip of his right index finger. He could barely feel the inscription through his skin, but his Talent sent the raw emotion locked in it back to him with the force of a thunderbolt. For several long moments, he reveled in the flow as all that rage, determination, and utter hatred for the Adversary washed over him like the torrent of a raging river. Just as he had on the day he had awakened in the hospital five years before, he vowed once more to find the Adversary and make it pay for the loss of his wife and for the changes it had wrought in him.
His encounter with that supernatural entity had left him with a scarred face, hands, and soul. It had also left him with several unique abilities, something he was certain the Adversary had never intended. The first, what he liked to call his Talent, was more properly known as psychometry. When a person handles an inanimate object they leave traces of their passing on it, a psychic residue so to speak, as the emotions and thoughts passing through the individual’s mind are left on the surface of the object.
With just a simple touch, Cade could read those impressions and know something about those who had handled the object before him. The ability had a dark side too, however, for it denied him even the most casual physical contact with another person. Touching someone was far worse than touching an object, for an object held only a few, brief glimpses into the individual who last handled it while a person had all of their pain and emotion locked inside them. Even a casual brush against another person overwhelmed Cade with a sudden influx of foreign thoughts and emotions. He suspected continual contact could even result in a loss of his own identity, as his psyche was overwhelmed by another’s, though he had never tested his theory. Because of the danger of such contact, Cade was forced to wear thin cotton gloves at all times when he was out of the safety of his own home, preventing his Talent from activating.
His other ability, less troublesome from a practical sense but more disturbing emotionally, he called his Sight. Where the Adversary had touched Cade’s face, nothing but scar tissue now remained. His eye was destroyed on contact; the skin around it melted and cauterized in seconds, leaving so much scar tissue that removing the damaged orb and being fitted with a prosthetic would have been impossible without extensive surgery, something he had no intention of undergoing.
In spite of the damage, or perhaps because of it, Cade could now see into the realm of the dead. He could see all manner of ghosts and supernatural beings. Not just when they wanted to be seen, which contrary to popular belief isn’t very often, but any time he wanted to see them. Cade had learned that there was another layer of reality superimposed upon our own, a place he had come to simply call the Beyond. It was within this realm that the dead normally resided, cut off from humanity by the smallest of margins.
The Beyond is almost a mirror image of this world, but fashioned out of emotion instead of material substance. The stronger the emotions, the better. It is emotion that allows a shade to exist, to hang around some aspect of their former lives that were particularly important to them. To haunt those places, if you will. Just as an accident victim will wander that lonely stretch of highway where they lost control of their vehicle, so will a murder victim revisit the scene of the crime. The shade of an adult might even return to the home they knew as a child, if such a place held a strong emotional attachment for them. When a person sees a ghost firsthand, it is nothing more than a fleeting glimpse into this aspect of reality.
Cade had also learned that having the ability to see into the Beyond had its share of dangers, though. Ghosts and other supernatural beings hunger for the attention of the living the way a heroin junkie hungers for a fix. They quickly take notice when we suddenly drop into their world. Cade had been hounded by all manner of phantoms when he’d spent too long across the barrier.
Being on the other side isn’t easy, either. The real world constantly calls out to you, so your concentration is often split between this side and that. A momentary lack of caution can get you killed in our world. In the Beyond, the old saying that there are fates worse than death is more than just a saying, it’s a reality to live, and die, by.
A mechanical sound vibrated through the aircraft’s frame, announcing the lowering of the landing gear, and bringing Cade’s attention back to the situation at hand. He replaced his sword in its case and sealed it up before replacing the case on the seat beside him. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he moved forward into the main cabin.
His men looked up expectantly when he entered.
“Ten minutes to go,” Cade told them. “Get those weapons secured and sealed away. Once we’re on the ground, Riley and I will unload the gear while Olsen goes for the rental car. I want us loaded and on our way to the safe house in less then thirty minutes. If we get lucky, maybe we’ll pick up Bishop’s trail from there. Any questions?”
Both men shook their heads.
“Good. If everything goes smoothly, we’ll be back at the commandery by this time tomorrow.”
Leaving his men to their tasks, Cade went forward to talk with the pilot and see what arrangements had been made for their landing.
