Title Of Book: The Demon Hunters Trilogy
By: Tiger Hebert
Genre: Fantasy
Sub-Genre: Action/Adventure, Sword & Sorcery
Blurb:

Seraphim once protected the mortal realm against the hordes of the Nine Hells. Those days were long ago…
In the years that followed, mortals found themselves on the front-lines of the bloody war. None more prominent than the Rift Wardens, the holy order charged with the defense of their world.

Her whole life, Vaseen had dreamed of becoming a Warden. Her very first mission after the academy left her searching a massacred village for clues when she’s waylaid by a powerful demon. After only narrowly escaping the demon’s wrath, the Warden realizes she’s going to need help.

She must hire a sell-sword.

Bounty hunters are aplenty, but when it comes to killing demons, the Black Blade is the best there is—but he will cost her more than coin…

Excerpt

Smoke rose from the gloomy village up ahead of Vaseen LeDroux. The holy warrior pushed her weary horse into the village’s growing shadow. The young woman’s rugged armor bounced with every step her horse made. Fading sunlight painted warmth upon her beautiful, pale face. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a tight tail.
Her bright blue eyes scanned the scene before her.
Ancient, moss covered buildings loomed ahead. They looked like time had forgotten them. Cawing crows and the gentle rush of the wind were the only sounds that escaped the village of Dunmorrow.
She stared at the thatched roofs that would attempt to protect the dwellings from the night’s coming storm.
Why is it so quiet? wondered Vaseen.
As she reached the first row of houses, her horse stomped and snorted in protest and tried to pull back. Vaseen couldn’t deny it, this place unnerved her too. The shadowy alleys ahead of her triggered dark images in her mind. Lightning flashed, then cracked and pealed in the distance. Fear grasped her chest, sending chilling
fingers down her neck, forcing the breath from her lungs. Vaseen shuddered and struggled to calm her breathing as the cold gusts of storm winds blew through the town. Her horse shifted nervously in continued protest.
“Get a hold of yourself Vaseen,” she said in a hope that the reprimand might give her courage.
Her left hand stroked the uneasy mare’s neck. Her right hand squeezed the grip as she drew her broadsword from its gilded scabbard. The regal, double-edged sword shook in her trembling grip.
“Whoa there, easy girl. We’ve got to find Warden Masoc’s company. They were last seen in this region; we’ve got to be close. Let’s finish the job.”
Finish the mission echoed in her mind, giving Vaseen the determination to move forward.
The mare’s ears stayed perked, flickering back and forth. She continued to shift about nervously, until Vaseen urged her into the alley. Ellie whinnied, but obeyed her master. The two rode ahead toward the center of the seemingly abandoned village at a cautious pace. The wind picked up as the late autumn storm pressed closer.
Clack!
Wooden shutters slammed against the side of a nearby cottage as the wind caught it. Vaseen’s heart raced in her chest.
Bang!
The brilliant flash of nearby lightning lit up the sky as the thunder reverberated across the rolling countryside.
Vaseen gasped loudly. Ellie neighed and bolted down the alley way. Vaseen was thrown back in her saddle but held fast to the reins, her sword arm flailing backward, and her blue cape trailing behind. Ellie raced down the last stretch of the corridor and leapt over a broken-down cart to break free of the alley. She burst into the village square before finally coming to a halt. Vaseen steadied herself atop the frightened mare only to be rocked by the haunting scene around her.
Bodies filled the village square. Hundreds of freshly mutilated corpses lay scattered about in every direction. Men, women, and children, some with clothes, some without, lay scattered and life- less. Limbs and bodies formed disgusting heaps, giving the scene a wicked sense of chaotic organization. Half a dozen iron cages hung
like dead men in the gallows, their contents burned beyond recognition.
The remnants of the fires slowly burned their way through a mound of dead clergy. The fire devoured holy garments and flesh alike without prejudice, and the tainted black smoke rolled across the square.

Meet Tiger Hebert

I am a firm believer that the Light shines brightest in the darkness. That’s not only WHAT I write, but also WHY I write. I love to explore humanity through fantasy because it allows us to take ordinary people (and orcs) through impossible situations and see what or who comes out the other side. It is often that through trials and tribulations that we get to see the most honest version of not only our characters, but ourselves. It is through this lens that we can discover truths. That is why I write dark, epic fantasy that dares to hope. I am a Christian, husband, father of three young children, and a veteran. I have a BA in Communications. I was born and raised in Maine, and currently live in North Carolina. I love spending time in nature, and I especially enjoy hiking and swimming. When I’m not busy writing or chasing after my wife and kids, you can usually find me sneaking away for some quiet time with a good book. Some of the authors that inspire my writing are JRR Tolkien, CS Lewis, Brandon Sanderson, and Steven Erikson.