title: Blood Magic: A SoulTracker Novel (Volume 1)
author:  T. G. Ayer 
description: I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognise that reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practise given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my confidantes I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. Its a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of each other's loves  it works wonderfully My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands  I shall forever remain cross-eyed. www.tgayer.com
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  Half-Blood
  
  
  A Covenant Novel by
  
  
  Jennifer L. Armentrout
  
  
  Spencer Hill Press
  
  
  The
  
  
  Covenant
  
  
  
  
  
  Series
  
  
  Daimon (A short prequel to Half-Blood,  available as a free download at
  www.SpencerHil Press.com)
  
  Half-Blood
  
  
  Pure (April 2012)
  
  Deity (November 2012)
  
  For Kathy
  
  
  You’re missed and loved by many
  
  
  Pronunciation Guide for
  
  
  Half-Blood
  
  
  
  
  
  Daimon: DEE-mun
  
  Aether: EE-ther
  
  Hematoi: HEM-a-toy
  
  Apol yon: a-POL-ee-on
  
  Agapi Mou: ah-GAH-pee MOO
  
  Akasha: ah-KAH-sha
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER 1
  
  MY EYES SNAPPED OPEN AS THE FREAKISH SIXTH
  
  sense kicked my fight or flight response into overdrive. The Georgia humidity
  and the dust covering the floor made it hard to breathe. Since I’d fled Miami,
  no place had been safe. This abandoned factory had proved no different.
  
  The daimons were here.
  
  I could hear them on the lower level, searching each room systematical y,
  throwing open doors, slamming them shut. The sound threw me back to a few days
  ago, when I’d pushed open the door 