THE DARKNESS WITHIN brings you into the fast action world that Brie Tyler and Jake Marlo are draged into when in search of his niece.  Brie's past connects her to the events causing young girls to disappear in an up front battle of good and evil.  Each turn of the page brings you closer the fight between devils and angels.
~Lysa Demorest, SUITE Magazine

The Darkness Within
By
Angelica Hart

Prologue

Hear The Cry
North America

    Symmetrical, twin columns of flowing, gray habits entered the circular chapel. All heads bowed, all arms folded with hands tucked beneath billowy sleeves. The high ceiling echoed with their shuffle. These were the warriors, on the front lines in a silent war that promised to play out despite human frailty.
  The nuns entered their pews and stood, facing a marble altar devoid of any religious artifacts or saintly adornment. Evidence of their affiliation became visible only during high mass. For devotionals and prayer, the chapel remained pristine except for lit candelabras. Although the General Mother would have preferred some symbol of their belief, she adhered to all orders issued by the hierarchy. All were loyal. All refused the influences of the outside world. All were devout.
    The General Mother, Sister Agnes, clapped once. The order knelt as if they were of one mind. She slipped into a pew and knelt as well. Without any further preamble, she began to pray in Latin. Not the modern tongue, but that of ancients. The sisters immediately fell into the rhythm of well-memorized words. Soon, the archaic stone walls reverberated with ardent prayer.
    They prayed with one accord, knowing what they fought. The General Mother had briefed them moments before, but they should have been notified sooner of the need. It took hours of invocation to gather the forces necessary to defeat the enemy. They might be too late.

London, England

    Thomas O'Neill swiped a sleeve across his brow to eradicate the sweat spilling into his eyes. Despite the raw winter day, he couldn't stop perspiring. Then again, he had the right to be nervous. He didn't plant a bomb every day of his life. He couldn't believe how easily he had been persuaded to do this. Unlike other people of his homeland, the English swine never mistreated Thomas' family. Yet his conviction to make Ireland whole and free of tyranny was something that hit him just months before. It wasn't ideals that convicted him; it was the dark, bewitching eyes of a woman. She lured him into meetings, showed him the depths of true power. With her urgings, he found his cause, and joined a terrorist organization, rising more quickly through the ranks than he ever thought possible.
    Once timid, he now possessed an arrogance that made him unrecognizable among his old peers. The seductress had disappeared, but he no longer needed her. He    more >>