Reaping the Harvest: An Urban Fantasy
Robbie Cox
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(Sandy Shores Publishing, March 6, 2013)
Faeries are real. That was hard enough to stomach, but now, they’ve drafted Rhychard Bartlett into their way. At least they gave him a sword. A sword for crying out loud! Everyone else has guns and magic, and the Guardian only gave him a glowing sword. Some men strive to be heroes. Not Rhychard. Not even a little. Rhychard just wants t go home and propose Renny Saunders. However, a blood-curdling scream changes the course of his life forever.Surrounded by a two-and-a-half foot ellyll, a 300-pound coshey, and a street hooker, Rhychard squares off against the demon, Vargas, to keep him from building a Gateway to the Nether, still with nothing but a glowing sword. As if that wasn’t tragic enough, Renny thinks he cheated her on her and has kicked him out on his backside.Needless to say, Rhychard has had better days.~ ~ ~ ~ ~Rhychard stared at the bloody tips of the man’s ears, not sure any longer that it was a man he was staring at. He fell back into a sitting position, gawking. Now he knew why the other had been surprised that he was a human. He had been expecting someone—something—else. “What are you?” He barely heard his own question.The wounded creature had another coughing fit, blood pooling around his body, streaming down into the dirty alley. When he was done he said, “I am an elf of the Seelie, a Sidhe Warrior of the Way.” He had to take a few deep breaths before continuing. “My name is Jamairlo.”“An elf? But,” he took a deep breath, “But there aren’t such things as elves.”“No time…to explain.” Jamairlo held the sword he had been fighting with and handed it to Rhychard. The weapon glowed a deep blue and warmth could be felt in the bronze blade. “The gargoyles are coming back. You must protect the sword. You must save John Relco.” The elf laid his head back against the brick wall. “It is now your destiny, Warrior. Wait for the Warrior Master. He will explain all.”“Wait a minute. I’m not a warrior. You have me confused with someone else.” Rhychard shook the elf, but he was already dead. The sword grew warmer in his hand as a screech split the silence around him. Looking up he saw several of the leathery creatures darting through the trees, intent on the elf that was already gone. Rhychard gripped the sword as he sprinted for his truck. He had no foolish notion that they would not do to him what they had done to Jamairlo.This book is the first in the Warrior of the Way series, but also reads as a standalone in the Urban Fantasy genre.