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Morcant
Born into a Stone Age tribe in ancient Wales, there was nothing abnormal about the man Morcant—until a creature of darkness bit him, and he became an undying being, living on through the ages as an insatiable killer. A drinker of blood.
Now nearly two thousand years later, in America, he meets someone who fascinates him more than all the women he has loved throughout history. There is a magnetic otherness about this girl Jael, and Morcant becomes obsessed with her soul, her mind, and her blood. He will have her, or perish in the pursuit.
Now nearly two thousand years later, in America, he meets someone who fascinates him more than all the women he has loved throughout history. There is a magnetic otherness about this girl Jael, and Morcant becomes obsessed with her soul, her mind, and her blood. He will have her, or perish in the pursuit.
- GenresFiction
162 pages, Paperback
Published June 29, 2023
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About the author
Asher Allen
7 books16 followersAsher Allen is a lifelong teller of tales, both the fanciful and the factual. He studied journalism at the Defense Information School, and traveled the world chronicling true stories during his time as a military journalist. Now a dedicated fictionist, he writes in a variety of genres, with a focus on the fantastical.
In addition to works written under his own name, Allen has used various pseudonyms and has also worked as a ghostwriter.
In addition to works written under his own name, Allen has used various pseudonyms and has also worked as a ghostwriter.
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November 11, 2023
I really enjoyed this story!
I found Morcant to be a fascinating character. At the heart of the story was an encounter that I have never seen played out in vampire story before. It was such an intriguing story that I was hooked from the start.
This was the first book that I’ve read by Asher Allen, but it certainly not be the last!
I found Morcant to be a fascinating character. At the heart of the story was an encounter that I have never seen played out in vampire story before. It was such an intriguing story that I was hooked from the start.
This was the first book that I’ve read by Asher Allen, but it certainly not be the last!
August 2, 2023
Another great book from the legend Asher Allen. It opens like fire. And although it is dark, there's no lack of comic relief or meaningful moments. I laughed, I cried--in short, "it moved me, Bob." And the light shines brighter. I have enjoyed many works by Allen and this one was no exception. This book is both compelling AND hard-hitting. And it's an easy read. Get yourself a copy today!
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December 21, 2024Instead of some biased and belated self-review, I just thought I would share the opening of this story.
* * *
THE IRON POKER punctured my left lung. My girlfriend put such force into the thrust, it would have stabbed clean through to the hardwood floor beneath me if the makeshift spear had only encountered skin and muscle and vital organs. But the tip struck a rib at my back.
My breath left me in a wheezing gasp. The pain was the worst I had felt in decades—perhaps even a century.
Standing over my prone body, my girlfriend tried to wrench the poker free of my chest, undoubtedly to skewer me again. But I caught hold of the metal rod, and no mortal woman would have been able to withdraw it then.
Melanie gave a good hard yank, but then gave up and fled from the room. To get the gun, most likely.
Lying there on the floor of our dining room, I sighed. A very painful action, but I could not help it.
This relationship had been going so well. I had thought it might last at least another few years or so.
I pulled the fire iron from my chest, coughed up blood, then staggered to my feet.
My flesh was already repairing itself.
I stood there, the bloody skewer in my hand. Loath to let good blood go to waste, I licked the poker clean.
It was fortunate Melanie had not gone for the fancy silverware instead of the fire iron. I supposed she did not think of a butter knife as much of a weapon, but even a spoon of real silver would have served her better than any instrument of base metal.
When the first two bullets took me in the gut, I decided I was done with long-term relationships for the foreseeable future. I would take short-term lovers, not live-in girlfriends.
“Die, you monster!”
Melanie fired again, and the bullet punched a hole in my right lung.
Always so hot-tempered, that girl.
Those first two bullets clattered to the floor, expelled from my healing body back through the entry wounds. I coughed the third bullet up from my lung....
* * *
THE IRON POKER punctured my left lung. My girlfriend put such force into the thrust, it would have stabbed clean through to the hardwood floor beneath me if the makeshift spear had only encountered skin and muscle and vital organs. But the tip struck a rib at my back.
My breath left me in a wheezing gasp. The pain was the worst I had felt in decades—perhaps even a century.
Standing over my prone body, my girlfriend tried to wrench the poker free of my chest, undoubtedly to skewer me again. But I caught hold of the metal rod, and no mortal woman would have been able to withdraw it then.
Melanie gave a good hard yank, but then gave up and fled from the room. To get the gun, most likely.
Lying there on the floor of our dining room, I sighed. A very painful action, but I could not help it.
This relationship had been going so well. I had thought it might last at least another few years or so.
I pulled the fire iron from my chest, coughed up blood, then staggered to my feet.
My flesh was already repairing itself.
I stood there, the bloody skewer in my hand. Loath to let good blood go to waste, I licked the poker clean.
It was fortunate Melanie had not gone for the fancy silverware instead of the fire iron. I supposed she did not think of a butter knife as much of a weapon, but even a spoon of real silver would have served her better than any instrument of base metal.
When the first two bullets took me in the gut, I decided I was done with long-term relationships for the foreseeable future. I would take short-term lovers, not live-in girlfriends.
“Die, you monster!”
Melanie fired again, and the bullet punched a hole in my right lung.
Always so hot-tempered, that girl.
Those first two bullets clattered to the floor, expelled from my healing body back through the entry wounds. I coughed the third bullet up from my lung....
December 21, 2024
This is the second book I’ve read from author Asher Allen, and it did not disappoint. As with the first, it caught my attention immediately, and I couldn’t put it down. Unlike many stories told from a villain’s perspective that glorify the villain, Morcant expertly balances providing insight into the villain’s point of view without justifying his actions.
There was engaging, witty, and humorous dialogue throughout that prompted both laughter and contemplation of themes such as compassion, mercy, and justice. A lot of fantasy fiction tends to lack depth nowadays but not Morcant. It was not just entertaining but also thought-provoking.
There was engaging, witty, and humorous dialogue throughout that prompted both laughter and contemplation of themes such as compassion, mercy, and justice. A lot of fantasy fiction tends to lack depth nowadays but not Morcant. It was not just entertaining but also thought-provoking.
August 22, 2023
Never judge a book by what you THINK it's going to be! This author does not follow the status quo, which is refreshing. I could not have predicted the plot twists in this book! Morcant is a thriller; a riveting read. The dialogue is gripping and compelling, which is a rarity and something I greatly appreciate in a book.
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