From the Author
Writing Plague Cult was sheer joy. I loved Ruth with her strength and her pain. Shawn was such a perfect hero, and then, he took off his mask and was even more -- more everything!
And the family drama hidden inside the exciting paranormal tale had me crying while I was revising the story!
I hope you enjoy Plague Cult as much as I do.
From the Inside Flap
"As in the Black Death?" Shawn queried.
She nodded. "Bubonic plague is the obvious one.The daughter of a ruler of one of the small kingdoms Genghis Khan conquered is said to have cursed herself. As she died, pestilence released from her body and infected the invaders of her father's court. They then carried the plague along the Silk Roads from China, across the Middle East, and into Europe."
"But there's a bacterium that causes the plague. It's endemic in prairie dogs."
"Yersinia pestis. Yes. However, the bacteria came from the curse."
Shawn studied her, then William. "So the Spanish flu after the First World War?"
"Most definitely a curse, and not from Spain. France,we think." Ruth tapped her fingers against her thigh. She hadn't expected to be called into William's office or assigned a mission, today, so she wore casual clothes. Yoga pants and a tunic were comfortable, but they weren't professional.She tugged at the tunic, pulling it to cover more of her thighs. "There are other rare examples. Syphilis came from Mexico, from the curse of an Aztec priest. However, mostly curses don't spawn plagues. It takes a certain sort of intense hatred."
"Vengeance," William said, and the word had the impact of a church bell tolling.
Ruth forgot her unprofessional attire. "Not in Bideer. It's not possible. They're good people, and besides, no one there has that kind of magic."