style='color:red; font-size:16px;'>Book: Nova
style='color:red; font-size:16px;'>Series: Nephilim Code #1
style='color:red; font-size:16px;'>Author: TP Hogan
style='color:red; font-size:16px;'>Genre: Urban Fantasy
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Nephilim walk among us. Descendants of Angels who just want to live their lives without humans knowing they exist. Some of them anyway. Then there are the ones who want to rule over us. Like in the days of old, they want to be considered our ‘gods’.
My name is Nova Quinn. I’m a photographer... and human.
Well, I was.
Now I’m fighting for my life. I wasn’t supposed to survive but I did. Caught in a world where ‘superhuman’ abilities are normal, it’s hard enough trying to get a grip on this new reality. But when the other side shows up and wants to use my genetics for their experiments, suddenly it’s no longer enough to know Nephilim exist…I have to be one.
My name is Nova Quinn.
And I’m the created Nephilim
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I jumped with a gasp as, behind me, the roof door slammed opened and two men ran to the other side. Curiously, I watched them. They didn’t appear to have seen me, but then I’d automatically knelt slightly in the shadows to shield the lens from the glare of the security light. They were both in silhouette but one was noticeably taller than the other. “You still haven’t told me what they said.” That was the shorter one speaking. He was in just enough light for me to see he had a brown jacket which looked like a throwback to the early 1900’s. “I know where he is and I’m getting him out of there.” The taller one had a slight American twang. Not so thick it sounded like I was watching a blockbuster, but enough that my ears picked up on it. “I’m coming with you.” I frowned as the man in brown turned his back on the taller one. The man in the darkness slid his arms under the arms of the guy in brown, linked his hands on his wrists and lifted off. I’m not kidding. The man in silhouette lifted off the rooftop. He flew. Within seconds he was overhead then gone. My heart pounded and I reminded myself to breathe as I stared up at the empty sky. Blinking, I quickly looked back across the roof. It wasn’t an illusion. Both men had disappeared. The roof was empty. There was no film crew, no wires or special effects. I was not watching a movie. I hadn’t fallen asleep. He flew.
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G'Day,
I'm TP Hogan.
I'm an Urban Fantasy/Fantasy Author.
I'm an Aussie born and bred and I've lived both in the bush and in a Capital City; with a couple of stops along the way. Right now I live on the coast in Far North Queensland, which is an interesting experience; since swimming in surf, battling jellyfish and removing sand from all sorts of places are not favourite pastimes.
Writing on the other hand, is a favourite pastime. I write down the voices in my head & call them Characters. When they interact I call them Stories. Once published I call them Books.
When not writing, I have a full time day job, a full time husband, practice the violin, make jellies & am an occasional Radio DJ.
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