Jeremy Lee James / NEPHILIM / 2
CHAPTER 1
Now it came about, when men began to multiply on the faceof the land, and daughters were born to them, that the sonsof God saw that the daughters of men were beautiful; andthey took wives for themselves, whomever they chose. Thenthe LORD said, "My Spirit shall not strive with manforever, because he also is flesh; nevertheless his daysshall be one hundred and twenty years." The Nephilim wereon the earth in those days, and also afterward, when thesons of God came in to the daughters of men, and they borechildren to them. Those were the mighty men who were ofold, men of renown. --Genesis 6:1-4And it came to pass when the children of men had multipliedthat in those days were born unto them beautiful and comelydaughters. And the angels, the children of the heaven, sawand lusted after them, and said to one another: 'Come, letus choose us wives from among the children of men and begetus children.' ...And all the others together with them tookunto themselves wives, and each chose for himself one, andthey began to go in unto them and to defile themselves withthem, and they taught them charms and enchantments, and thecutting of roots, and made them acquainted with plants. Andthey became pregnant... --The Book of Enoch 6:1-3, 7:1-3
Jeremy Lee James / NEPHILIM / 3
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Sarajevo Train Depot.
You know that bass-heavy techno beat they play whenever the badass motherfucker first appears onscreenin a Hollywood blockbuster? Where they slow down their trench coat, dark-shades-strut until it’s choppyand lethal? You wouldn’t believe how accurate that is—almost verbatim the soundtrack cranking in myhead right now. And I’ve gotta tell you, it pisses me off I had to wait the better part of 9,000 years toenjoy a synthesizer, or the adrenaline boost from an electric guitar. Tribal drums, the harp, the lyre—it’s just not the same.Off the train, briefcase in hand, I step out of the way of my fellow travelers and let them pass,eager as they must be to reach their destination before sunset. Aside from the deadly instrumental in myhead, my whole world is three things: don’t quit, don’t die, get answers. Most importantly, find out howthese fundamentalist fuck-stains have quadrupled their kill-rate after centuries of merely sporadic successmurdering my people.This is a great opportunity, but only if I can make the rendezvous in time. It’s been twenty-threehours since I received the call back in New York. A call I remember word-for-word:
“My name is Uri Kolenkov. Five-hundred-thousand dollars. Cash.”
The Russian spoke heavily accented English. Not the language anyone who should have thisnumber would use. ‘Dollars’ was rendered
dole-irs
. ‘Cash,’
cawsh
.
“You bring the money to Sarajevo and I’ll guard the body a little longer.”“Guard who?”“His name is Lucian…a few hundred years old perhaps? Young for your kind.”“Understood.”
I’ve never met this twice-removed cousin of mine, but I am very close to his father, the Councilmember, Samsaveel.
“Twenty-three hours, fifty-nine minutes, and thirty…five seconds,”
he said. Very specific.
“Then I leave him here.”“I’ll be there.”
I said.
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THE LAST NAPHIL by Jeremy Lee James
When an ancient religious cult hunts his people to the brink of extinction, Jequon--a half-human, half-angel badass--must fight for the survival of his noble race.
But can he stop his enemies' holy-caust in time when he's forced to seek help from a woman defined by her faith in the same God who wants him dead?
But can he stop his enemies' holy-caust in time when he's forced to seek help from a woman defined by her faith in the same God who wants him dead?
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