Oh my! It’s getting close…R Day! That “R” being for RELEASE of “Rekindled Prophecy: Greylyn the Guardian Angel Series, Book 1” on November 19, 2019!
I’m so excited and I hope you are too!
Thought I’d provide you all with a taste of the action you can expect in “Rekindled Prophecy.”
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As she rounded the corner, she saw the building and, as expected, shadows and spirits on all sides. To most, the scene would appear to be nothing more than an old red brick building in the heart of a deserted, rundown neighborhood. Stray newspapers blew across the street on a brisk breeze. A street lamp buzzed and flickered. But something was missing … no sounds of organic life, not even the chirping of crickets or a lone dog barking to warn of her approach.
What Greylyn saw stopped her heart mid-beat. A nearly black, ominous grouping of clouds blocked her path. Grotesque forms were silhouetted in the dense fog. Such a crowd of evil entities was disturbing. Some she could chalk up to the normal spirits attracted to the energy the psychic emitted. But there was no denying that there were a lot of sinister spirits intermingled with the rest, along with demons in more corporeal forms. Getting past that mass was not only dangerous, but close to suicide.
Guess this makes it official … the woman is a true psychic. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or not at this point.
She drew her dagger out from behind her back, letting its reassuring coolness and energy spread from her palm throughout the rest of her body. Greylyn took a deep breath, burying deep down any fear or trepidation. Mentally, she drew in light energy as her armor. Invisible to the naked eye, she felt the shield click into place around herself.
There was no sound of her feet as they hit the broken pavement at a sprint. No more than a hundred yards from the building, she penetrated the black mist. Like a swarm, they descended on her.
She sliced her way past a dozen or more entities. Some she recognized, but some beings she had never seen before. There were a few iridescent puffs of mist that were simply spirits that got caught in the crossfire. For that, Greylyn was regretful. Most spirits were well-meaning, or just looking for answers to their own afterlife. But tonight, they were collateral damage in her fight through the more malevolent creatures standing between her and the human medium in that building.
Interspersed in the fog of spirits were a variety of monsters, some she’d never encountered before tonight. She whirled amongst the throng of evil forces standing between her and the building entrance, slashing with her dagger. More creatures filled the void, collapsing in on her. A banshee flashed before her with its fairy’s face contorted as it wailed. Well, this banshee wasn’t going to be around long enough to signal another death. The jagged edges of Greylyn’s blade slit the hag’s crinkled neck before she turned to fight off a horde of Jinn who continuously changed form. Some stayed invisible until just before they struck out at her. Others, both corporeal and not, Greylyn used her intuition to track, stabbing and cutting as she raced for the building.
The splintered wooden door was just within her reach when a large Vilkacis, a nasty werewolf hybrid, yanked her away by grabbing her ponytail. Intense pain flashed down her spine as a shriek escaped her lips. Her dagger slashed out, slicing its hand off. Free, she burst through the door.
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