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There’s a moment in Warlock in Training where the human hero (Angus) realizes that the bad guys aren’t the demons the way he’s been lead to believe. Where he starts to doubt everything he’s been told. What he does with that knowledge is what determines the course of the rest of the book.
Here’s Angus waking up back home and knowing that something is wrong with him.
Angus woke up in his room on campus. His stomach was growling and trying to eat itself. He squinted and looked at the alarm clock. It hadn’t gone off yet. He winced as he sat up, glanced down, and saw the scar on his chest.
It was almost an S with a line and two dots. He rubbed it. But couldn’t quite remember how he’d gotten it. Or how he’d gotten to his room. He lay back down, tracing the shape and trying to remember.
Wiley warlock. You will have your hands full with that one, Saka. The demon’s face was close to his, then she pulled back. Her black eyes had bored into his as she worked some kind of magic. He couldn’t blink as she looked into his mind and memories.
He frowned, and his finger stilled. He’d been in Demonside.
How had he got back here? He traced the shape again and tried to remember everything about the demon who had been in his head. Nothing.
What did he remember about being retrieved? He knew he’d been retrieved and hadn’t made it across himself. It was unsettling to have so much missing time. He should remember getting such a knotted scar.
Shadowed figures. Voices but not the words. A hand on his forehead as a human woman had looked into his eyes.
Magic stabbed, dug deep, and twisted. He clutched his temples and curled up, but the searing pain was within him and nothing he could fight. The warlock had done something to him. The scar had been made with blood magic and couldn’t be removed. It was his link to what had happened. He had to think about the scar.
The demon’s white face and her dark eyes flashed in his mind again. She’d done something to his mind too. In his head the two magicks slammed together and tried to tear him apart.
His alarm started going off, but he couldn’t move to shut it off.
Fragments of Demonside and being questioned by the warlocks scattered.
The demon hadn’t tampered with his memories, warlocks had. What did they not want him to know? He needed to remember. Acting on instinct he dug his nails into his chest near the scar. In his mind he brought up a circle around himself. His nails broke the skin, and he traced the scar with his blood.
By my blood I will remember. Show me what was lost.
The veil that had surrounded his memories of Demonside tore away, and he gasped, unable to move in case his brain somehow melted and leaked out of his ear.
He saw Demonside red under the orange sun. Saka gleaming like metal. The blue crystalline circle that had surrounded them as they had indulged in… he swallowed at the memory of what they had done… sex magic. The demon’s kiss. The glowing glass orbs. The release of magic. Give and take. Take and give.
Miniti—he knew the demon’s name now—had somehow protected his memories. She’d known that someone would try to take them. Everything that had happened after her working her magic was virtually gone, erased by the warlock who didn’t want him to know.
He couldn’t remember how he’d got from Miniti’s tent back to his room. All he had was a vague impression of being retrieved, of being questioned. And the scar?
Saka had carved it into his flesh. It was Saka’s mark that he wore. He was sure of that even though he didn’t remember anyone making the cuts. The warlocks had tried to take Angus’s memories of his demon.
He drew in deep breaths and gradually released his head. Was it possible for a mind to feel wounded and bruised? As though it had been trampled on?
It wasn’t just the pain. It was the knowledge that the warlocks who’d retrieved him had tried to take his memories. That was why no one ever talked about it. They literally couldn’t because they didn’t know what had happened.
Why had Miniti made sure that he would?
He didn’t want the chance to see her in person to ask. That would mean returning to Demonside, and he was sure there would be no second retrieval.
He groaned, rolled over, and slapped the button on his alarm clock. His room fell silent. While his body was tired, he was hungry. He had no idea how long ago his last meal had been. He had to get up, eat, shower, and get ready for class. Go on as though nothing had happened. He touched the scar on his chest, now smeared with blood. That scar would always remind him of what had happened in Demonside.
He made himself move and find some painkillers. Then he got ready to face the world outside his room.
He made it halfway to the bathroom.
“I thought you were dead.” One of the warlocks from his class slapped him on the shoulder. “I saw you get taken.”
Angus nodded. “I got lucky.”
A small crowd gathered around him. All were excited to see him again and they wanted to know what had happened.
Angus opened his mouth to tell them about Demonside and everything that he’d learned about how magic worked between the two worlds. He was taking a demon’s word over a warlock’s. No one would believe him, or they’d report him for being an underground sympathizer. Worse still he might get his mind messed with again. His temples throbbed. He just wanted to get to the bathroom.
“I’m not sure what happened. I barely remember getting taken, or retrieved.” He shrugged. He didn’t know who he could trust. These were his friends and classmates, but how many would be happy to suck their demon dry for more power? How many would draw away in disgust if they knew he’d had sex with a demon and been part of a demonic ritual or three?
Warlock in Training
Series ~ Studies in Demonology (Book 1)
Publisher ~ DSP Publications
Release Date ~ 14th February 2017
Genre ~ Paranormal M/M Romance, Fantasy
Angus Donohue doesn’t want to be a warlock. He believes draining demons for magic is evil, but it’s a dangerous opinion to have—his father is a powerful and well-connected warlock, and Angus is expected to follow the family tradition.
His only way out is to fail the demon summoning class. Failure means expulsion from the Warlock College. Despite Angus’s best efforts to fumble the summoning, it works. Although not the way anyone expects.
Angus’s demon, Saka, is a powerful mage with his own need for a warlock.
Saka wants to use Angus in a ritual to rebalance the magic that is being stripped from Demonside by warlocks. If Angus survives his demon’s desires and the perils of Demonside, he’ll have to face the Warlock College and their demands.
Angus must choose: obey the College and forget about Demonside or trust Saka and try to fix the damage before it’s too late. Whatever he does, he is in the middle of a war he isn’t qualified to fight.
Meet TJ Nichols
TJ Nichols is an avid runner and martial arts enthusiast who first started writing as child. Many years later while working as a civil designer TJ decided to pick up a pen and start writing again. Having grown up reading thrillers and fantasy novels it’s no surprise that mixing danger and magic comes so easily, writing urban fantasy allows TJ to bring magic to the everyday.
With two cats acting as supervisors TJ has gone from designing roads to building worlds and wouldn’t have it any other way. After traveling all over the world and Australia, TJ now lives in Perth, Western Australia.