Fallen, #1 of the Prometheus Project of urban fantasy romances by Deborah Cooke

At the end of the 21st century, the future of humanity hangs in the balance, caught between the radioactive waste of a half century of nuclear wars and the repressive authority of the Republic. Angels sacrifice their wings to join a secret fraternity of freedom fighters, risking classification as mutants and consignment to the Republic’s slave dens. Each warrior is a volunteer, but no angel anticipates the full cost of his fall.

The eyes of the Republic are everywhere.

Lilia Desjardins has never played by the rules and she isn’t about to start when her estranged husband’s death is declared an accident. Lilia knows Gid better than that, and if anyone is owed justice, it’s the most decent man she’s ever known. She leaves all she knows to risk the dark heart of the Republic—only to discover that her deepest secret has been uncovered and will be used against her by forces unknown.

Fallen, book #1 of the Prometheus Project of urban fantasy romances by Claire Delacroix, out of print mass market edition
Out of print mass market edition

Adam Montgomery will do anything to complete his earthly mission and return to the existence he knows, even if he has to seduce the enigmatic Lilia Desjardins. But when his contact is murdered and he must rely upon Lilia’s silence to save him from the slave dens, Adam knows that his wings might be only his first sacrifice.

As danger and intrigue surround them, Lilia and Adam realize they must work together—body, mind and soul—in order to save the world.

“Beautifully written, intensely passionate and gripping, FALLEN grabbed me from the first sentence and didn’t let go. It’s Matrix, Blade Runner and Terminator rolled into a riveting love story and made better. Perfect. A must-read by an author who keeps you on the edge of your seat.”

Linnea Sinclair
Award-winning author of Shades of Dark

Book Buyer’s Best Award
for Best Paranormal, Time Travel or Fantasy Romance

“Delacroix’s fully-realized, disturbing world pulls the reader in on the first page and the narrative maintains both its suspenseful pace and intriguing storyline for the duration of the novel. The appealing Lilia and Adam and their respective backstories set against the backdrop of a post-apocalyptic landscape combine to provide a multi-layered reading experience. This absorbing and compelling urban fantasy/science fiction hybrid will satisfy fans of both genres and has this reviewer looking ahead to book two.”

Carol Malcolm for Bitten by Books

“An exhilarating and evocative post-nuclear tale that had me at page one. A smart heroine who must decide whom to trust, a sexy, fallen hero who discovers temptation, and a wild, suspenseful ride through a dark and gritty future world…what could be more fun than that?”

Bestselling author Eve Silver (a.k.a Eve Kenin)

Fallen is the first of a trilogy of dark fantasy romances, featuring fallen angel heroes, all of which are set in a gritty urban future where “the eyes of the Republic are everywhere”. Delacroix has envisioned a bleak, almost Orwellian society where a citizen’s every move is closely scrutinized. And where those exhibiting any sort of “difference” are hidden away from “normal” society and pressed into what amounts to slavery. Amid this chaotic and repressive backdrop, Delacroix introduces two fascinating and strong leads in Adam and Lilia. Both absolutely dominate the story and their priorities are turned upside down as their agendas collide — and then again as their relationship turns into a touching and sensitive love story. Don’t miss Fallen — it’s one of the most intriguing and thought-provoking paranormal romances of the year.”


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“Delacroix’s vision of a post-apocalyptic, nuclear-contaminated world is both treacherous and frighteningly repressive. This eerily compelling tale is bolstered by her descriptions of a nightmarish world where the fate of humanity is in question. It’s a page-turner you won’t soon forget.

Jill M. Smith for Romantic Times

Claire Delacroix (who also writes as Deborah Cooke) stretches the boundaries of the paranormal genre with this atypical futuristic romance that’s riveting in the intensity of its plot, unique characterization and passion. I didn’t know what to expect after the unusual prologue, but I could not put it down. The milieu of FALLEN unfolded vividly and fluently, which is exactly what I’ve come to expect from this talented author’s work.”

Tanzey Cutter for Fresh Fiction

“FALLEN is electrifying, suspenseful, and poignant. Claire Delacroix has me intrigued and begging for more of this supernatural and futuristic world!”

Five ribbon review at Romance Junkies

“Dark and gritty, FALLEN introduces a world where trust is foolhardy, humans can be stripped of their right to be considered people, and the government, with their slogan, “The eyes of the Republic are everywhere,” is as dangerous as those who prey on the unwary who visit the pleasure fringe. Into this mix come Adam and Lilia. Adam has little memory of his former life as an angel, but what memory he does retain makes him feel protective of these vulnerable humans, especially Lilia. She makes him feel things no angel should feel, evoking passion, and maybe even love. Strong and smart, he’s a fabulous ally and a determined foe. Lilia is a renegade with noble ideals and the recklessness to get herself killed for them. She’s attracted to Adam, of that there’s no doubt, but when she discovers his true identity and purpose for being in New Gotham, will she accept what has to be and move forward regardless?

…Despite its very dark tone, this is a book that also manages to contain hope and even romance in its storyline. It’s a tale that will scare you with its all too possible future, even as it raises your spirits when, despite all the pain and horror of that world, love survives. Don’t forget; this is just the first book in a new series, so keep an eye out for GUARDIAN, coming in October 2009. If you’re looking for something a bit different this month, look no further; FALLEN is waiting for you.”

Lori Ann for Romance Reviews Today

“A tender romance amid an eerie thrillera very entertaining read with just enough romance to keep a girl happy.”

Joanne for Romance Reader at Heart

“Readers will appreciate this entertaining urban romantic fantasy from the moment Adam’s wings are clipped and enters wolf laden Central Park and never slows down as Claire Delacroix paints a nightmarish future. The story line is action-packed; mostly driven by the horrifically vivid bleak post nuclear war world but also to a degree by the lead couple as he now understands temptation and she hesitates to trust anyone with her “skins”. Hopefully Ms. Delacroix provides future tales in this FALLEN future venue.”

Five star review by Harriet Klausner

“Claire Delacroix embarks on a whole new branch of her career with the first novel in her new futuristic trilogy, FALLEN.  Ms. Delacroix builds an intricate, multi-layered world only minutely reminiscent of present day Earth…Lilia’s ability to irritate Montgomery is only rivaled by his own knack for getting under her skin.  That tends to happen when two people attempt to stifle their burgeoning attraction for each other, providing delightful entertainment to the reader.  Even more entertaining are the sparks when Lilia and Adam finally come together.  Their romance is unconventional, but their love is undeniable.

Alongside the romance, Ms. Delacroix weaves a story fraught with suspense that packs a wallop in the surprise department towards the end of the book.  The author deftly wraps up the mysteries pertinent to the conclusion of FALLEN, but leave other secrets for readers to speculate about until the next story in this trilogy.”

Five bookmark review by Jennifer for Wild on Books

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An excerpt from FALLEN:


The surgery hurt far more than he’d expected.

But then, how could he have prepared for an experience so new? He’d known nothing of pain.

Until the first cut.

A line of fire ripped across his back and he screamed. It was the first audible sound he’d ever made.

Feathers were falling, surrounding him with a curtain of drifting white. It took him a moment to realize that they were his own feathers. They had lost their familiar luminescence and looked alien.

He was becoming alien himself. The idea horrified him, until the surgeon sealed the wound. Heat seared across his back, following the line of the incision. Wetness spilled on his cheeks and he tasted the salt of his tears.

Another first.

His bellow made the floor vibrate. The smell of burned flesh was new as well, and sickening.

He reminded himself that he had volunteered.

The second cut hurt less, maybe because he knew what to expect. Maybe it was the way of earthly matter, so susceptible to sensation, to learn to ignore stimuli once they had been experienced.

Munkar didn’t know. He crouched on the floor, shaking, his flesh pulsing and wet. He waited for the surgeon’s fingertip to sear the second wound. He caught his breath at the burn on his skin, then heard the steady pound of his heart. He spread his hands and looked at the flesh he had become.

He felt heavy and slow, bound by gravity in a way he’d never known before. The physical constraints of his body were inescapable, unforgettable, impossible to ignore.

He felt weak.

No, he felt diminished.

There were other cuts—one in the back of his neck, one in the palm of his left hand—but they seemed almost incidental in comparison to losing his wings.

Munkar couldn’t even look at the furious blaze of his attendants. Had he been so radiant himself, just moments ago? It seemed impossible, but he knew it was so.

The taller one bent and kissed his cheeks in turn, a flush of heat on each side of his face that left it burning.

You will forget.

The words filled his thoughts, and he knew there was an elusive familiarity about the way he felt rather than heard them.

But he couldn’t grasp the memory.

He certainly couldn’t reply in kind.

Already, much of what he had known was slipping away. He had doubts. He felt fear. He’d never been vulnerable before and he didn’t like it.

The brilliant light faded and when he opened his eyes, he was alone in an empty building.

No, not alone. A woman stepped out of the shadows and smiled.

“Raziel,” he whispered in amazement, forcing his first word over his tongue and past his lips. It was slow and lacked elegance. He didn’t like the sound of his voice.

“They call me Rachel here,” she said with the confident ease he had always associated with her.

She offered him a pile of dark cloth and he took it, because she expected as much. His fingers stroked the surfaces—leather, fur, velvet—sensation overwhelming his thoughts.

“Come on, Adam Montgomery, I’ll show you around.”

“Adam Montgomery?” He repeated the unfamiliar name, pleased to hear his words becoming more fluid. Was the mortal realm completely without grace?

“That’s you, at least in this place. It’s all set up. I’ll tell you more as we walk.”

“Adam Montgomery,” he repeated.

“It was as close as I could get, what with the list of authorized names and all.”

“As close to what?”

She smiled, a bit of that old radiance in her eyes. “You’re forgetting already. That’s okay: it’s easier.”

He dressed with Rachel’s assistance. Her presence made it simpler to adjust to so many changes in short order. As he finished, she tapped her toe and checked her left hand, her impatience obvious.

“We’re running out of time,” she said and he understood her urgency. “I’m glad you volunteered, especially now. You were always the best at reading the secrets of men, and I’m not sure who’s telling me the truth anymore.” Montgomery’s confusion must have been obvious, because she laughed. “Don’t worry: you’ll learn fast. It’s just the shock that slows you down at first.”

She took his hand and they left the building, each step increasing his familiarity with his body and how it worked. He found pleasure in the flex of his muscles, in the soft fur brushing his chin, in the weight of Rachel’s hand in his own.

Dawn tinged the eastern horizon. The sky was deep indigo overhead, and Montgomery marveled at its color.

A shooting star suddenly etched a blazing line across the sky, heading for the rosy eastern horizon.

“That one must be for you,” Rachel said.

Montgomery didn’t reply. He watched the star, feeling his memory slip away. He knew it had to be so, but regretted the loss all the same.

By the time the star was lost in the light of the rising sun, he remembered only his mission.

He was to aid Rachel in saving the earth.

It was the only thing he needed to know.

* * *

Chapter One

Lilia’s plan was simple.

1. She would attend the Nuclear Darwinists’ conference in New Gotham to present the award named in honor of Gid. The award had been her idea, after all, and was the perfect cover for what she really wanted to do.

2. She would discover the truth about Gid’s death.

3. She would quit the Society after the new award was presented, preferably with some panache.

4. She would stay out of trouble.

The last item was the only one Lilia expected to be an issue: she had only added it to her list to keep her mother happy.

Her mother didn’t need to know how quickly that item had been ditched.

Lilia had only been in New Gotham for an hour and she was wearing Gid’s best pseudoskin, idling a rented Kawasaki and considering the best way to enter the old city of Gotham unobserved. Revving the bike and wasting precious canola were the least of the multiple offenses either committed or pending.

She didn’t idle the bike because she was worried about breaking the law. Lilia did that all the time. Old cities were off-limits, by senatorial decree, which meant those who ventured into the old cities had to fend for themselves. Usually Lilia welcomed that edict: it meant less interference.

What troubled her was that the guys in the bike rental place had been joking about the wolves in Central Park.

Wolves. Was it true? It was one detail she hadn’t planned for. Lilia hadn’t given their chatter much credence, not until there was just the muck of the Hudson between herself and Gotham.

The sight of the old city made her pause.

Gotham was big, dark and legendary – she’d known that before. In this moment, though, it crouched on the other side of the river, a blackened wreck of what had been a glittering metropolis. It was hard to imagine that once it had shone with with so many lights that its illumination had obscured the stars above.

Now the stars had no competition. The steady rain and the darkness didn’t do the old city any favors – it looked like hell.

Maybe it was.

Lilia was sure that Gotham wolves would be bigger, more numerous and more nasty than most.

But rumor wasn’t going to stop her. This was a one-time shot. She kicked the bike into gear and turned into the darkness of the Lincoln Tunnel. Her geiger was already ticking faster than she might have liked, which meant she was soaking up radiation faster than would have been ideal.

As she drove down the curving ramp, Lilia held her breath, hoping that the tunnel wasn’t blocked. She turned on to the straightaway and the bike’s high beam showed that the snaking length of the tunnel was unobstructed. There was just a couple of inches of water on the roadway and the vehicles – there must have been some – were gone.

Pilfered, most likely, and raided for parts.

Her geiger settled to a slow tick.

Lilia grinned. Her legendary good luck was holding.

She accelerated and the roar of the bike’s engine reverberated in the tunnel. It felt good to ride, as good as being cut loose from a corset, as good as kicking five pounds of underskirts aside.

Even better, the Kawasaki had guts.

As the darkness closed behind her, she felt a prickle of fear. Lilia didn’t like darkness, never had. Logic, though, had dictated that the tunnel was the best option for entering the city. The tunnel shielded her from the radiation on approach, giving her more range once in Gotham, and it muffled the noise of the motorcycle from curious ears.

Had Gid, the king of logic, come this way?

The tunnel was long, or seemed longer than it should have been. It said something about Lilia’s fear of darkness that she was relieved to emerge into the hot zone of Gotham itself.

She burst from the tunnel like a bat out of hell and her geiger went wild. She had a heartbeat to note the wet road, gleaming like obsidian glass, before the bike tried to skid from beneath her.

Lilia swore as she corrected the skid.

The wolves chose that moment to howl.

The rumor was true.

Even better, there were a lot of them: their howls echoed one after the other.

Wolf telegraph. Lilia knew enough about wolves to know that they were summoning each other as a little welcome committee.

It made sense to move fast when she looked like lunch. Her heart was pounding as she turned to race into the valleys of the old city.

Lilia wasn’t unprepared for this adventure: she carried her nifty new laze, the one Joachim had bought her as a bonus for snagging the angel-shades. She’d brought Gid’s old suit because even his second-string pseudoskin was a better quality than any of her own. They’d been almost the same height and if it was a little snug around Lilia’s curves, well, there wouldn’t be a fashion show in the old city. And her dark cape would keep the eyes of Sumptuary and Decency averted when she was in public areas.

Like the bike rental shop.

Since there were multiple hungry carnivores in her vicinity, Lilia fretted about the extra heavy weight gauge mesh in the polymer of Gid’s pseudoskin. How much would it slow her down?

Her calculations had suffered from a small omission – would it be a fatal one?

Better not to dwell on that.

She’d memorized the map of Gotham from the archives, using a public reader in the netherzones to access it rather than her own palm. She’d told no one where she was going. It was a bit late for Lilia to see the parallels with Gid’s last fatal trip.

She’d avoided radiation for the past two weeks to allow herself maximum time in Gotham. Even so, the required monitoring patch on her sternum was already emanating a slight glow. There was no question of turning back. The shade who had contacted her out of the blue had implied that he knew something about Gid. Lilia didn’t know how to find the shade again.

It was now or never.

She drove faster. Skeletal hulks of old buildings stretched like fingers into the night sky, their height cast in impenetrable shadows. The thrum of the bike’s engine echoed and was magnified, as if a herd of motorcycles had invaded the ruin. Audacious young trees pushed their way through the cracks in the pavement, as opportunistic as the wolves.

There were no lights anywhere in Gotham, but the moon was nearly full and the night was surprisingly clear. Silver light slipped into more than one apartment, creating snapshots Lilia didn’t want to see. The streets were slick with water that reflected the moon and stars.

The grey dust was thick and dark over everything beyond the road, and it was probably mixed with ashes. Lilia didn’t have to speculate on what those ashes might have been: she knew. They had studied the hit on Gotham at the Institute for Radiation Studies – it was, quite literally, textbook stuff. Ten million people had made their homes in the city and roughly a quarter of a million had managed to evacuate before the firestorm started.

Lilia had never thought she’d see the damage live.

Few did.

Maybe more people should see it, she thought. Maybe the Republic should offer tours. The old city of Gotham was a poster for disarmament.

Maybe that was the real reason why old cities were off-limits.

Not that Lilia was cynical about the objectives of central authority. Nuh uh.

The odd thing about Gotham was that it seemed to be awake. Everything she could see was destroyed, broken, trashed and abandoned, yet there was a strange watchfulness. She wasn’t at all convinced that she was alone, much less unobserved.

Gotham felt sentient. Most old cities didn’t have that kind of aura. Lilia had visited enough of them to know.

She shivered, although she wasn’t cold.

Maybe it was the wolves. Lilia was sure she saw the yellow eyes of wolves in every shadow. She was sure she heard the pad of their footfalls as they tracked her course.

But it would have been weird for wolves to have so much juju, even if they were starving.

Was someone else watching?

Or was the city haunted?

It shouldn’t have been far from the end of the tunnel to her destination, but the city didn’t quite look as it had when the archived map had been made. The debris piled into the streets wasn’t that easily distinguishable in the dark from actual buildings in decay. Lilia took a turn, realized she’d made a mistake, turned back and tried again.

Precious time was slipping away. She accelerated the bike even more, choosing one risk over another. Broadway and Seventh had become one cavernous pit, so Lilia made a quick u-turn. She had to retrace her course and go up Eighth, across 50th, wasting precious moments.

Two blocks left, then one. She was breathing hard, perspiring beneath her pseudoskin.

It was 20:59. Was she too late?

Would she get out of Gotham alive?

Or would she die here, just like Gid?

Lilia turned the last corner to her destination, sprayed an arc of water as she skidded the bike to a halt and stared. Unlike the rest of the city, Rockefeller Plaza was eerily similar to the way it looked in the archival photos.

But dark.


Creepy. Lilia hesitated, revving the bike. The plaza appeared to be closed box, a sculpture at the far end being its focal point. There was a black hole in front of the statue, a pit of shadows that seemed to devour what little light there was.

“There’s a place in Old Gotham where the shadows are darker…”

She remembered the shade’s reedy voice all too well and her mouth went dry. His signal had been bootleg, on an unauthorized frequency, and the audio had broken up. Most people couldn’t have received the signal, but Lilia had her palm tuned to pirate frequencies. Even so, his voice had sounded as if he was pinging her from another world.

But then, Gotham could have been another world.

Lilia considered the plaza and didn’t like the lack of exit options. She turned up the audio on her helm and heard only the pattering of rain on stone. She tried very hard to be prudent, but being prudent wasn’t one of Lilia’s best tricks.

Her palm chimed the hour.

It was time for the rendezvous.

She gunned the bike and roared into the plaza.

As she drew closer, she saw that the statue at the far end still had enough of its gilding to glint in the moonlight. It depicted Prometheus, bringing fire to mortals and risking the wrath of the gods by so doing. (Considering what the human race had done with that bit of technology, to Lilia’s thinking the gods had good reason to be pissed off with him.)

Two dark sentinels loomed on either side of the steps that descended into the darkness before Prometheus, but she didn’t spare those sculptures more than a glance. Lilia parked between them at the top of the stairs.

No one was waiting there.

There was, however, something below.

That something was human in form. There had once been a pool beneath Prometheus, at the base of the stairs, and that something was on the pool’s lip. He was lying one one side, but not moving.

Maybe not even breathing.

The moonlight touched the small figure, the spaces on either side of the stairs left in impenetrable shadows.

Lilia had a very bad feeling, but there was only one way to be sure. She’d come this far, and she wasn’t coming back. She glanced over her shoulder and saw a line of yellow eyes closing into the shadows behind her.

So much for her legendary good luck.

She left the bike running and leapt down the stairs. Under the weight of Gid’s pseudoskin, she felt as if it took half of forever to get to the bottom. The wolves, she knew, were moving faster.

Lilia was sweating furiously when she turned on the external speaker in her helm. “Y654892?”

Big surprise – he didn’t answer. Lilia glanced back and found eyes glinting at the top of the steps. The wolves were drawing closer to the idling bike than she’d expected.

Hunger made them brave.

“Y654892?” Lilia shook his shoulder, because there was an off-chance that he’d settled for a doze while waiting for her.

At her touch, he rolled to his back. Even though she’d not expected anything good, Lilia screamed at what she saw.

The visor on his helm was open, as if to deliberately display the “third eye” right in the middle of his forehead. His normal eyes were staring back at Lilia, their blue irises glassy and lifeless. His skin was already puffing from the radiation exposure, his face mottled and red.

Lilia didn’t scream because he was dead.

She screamed because he had been eviscerated.

©2007, 2013 Claire Delacroix, Inc.

The Prometheus Project continues with Guardian.

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