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Sunday, October 4, 2015
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Remember Me! (excerpt from Children of the Luminaries Book One: The Coming Storm)
Victory Standish found herself torn between the successful life she had been leading to the vague memories that persisted. She felt out of touch with the reality she had been living. The doctors claimed it was due to the head injuries sustained in the accident. But Victory knew that wasn't the case. Long before she had ran off that slippery road, she knew there was something missing. She knew there was something she needed to do. Had to do.
Cuckoo!
Sitting down on the foot of the bed, Victory thought about a story her grandma always told. Smiling she remembered how Helena would draw out scenes on the black wall to entertain young Victory. But looking at the mural, she didn't recall it being so life-like.
Cuckoo!
“Stupid clock!” Victory grumbled.
Remember! The disembodied voice commanded.
Victory looked around. “I’m doing my best,” she yelled back. Her frustrated tone expressed emotions boiling inside of her. Just as she was about to stand, Victory heard a rustling sound; followed by the sensation of someone jumping on the bed.
Cuckoo!
Slowly, Victory stretched her neck around. Tears welled up as ghostly images formed. Turning completely around, Victory allowed the past to unfold in her mind.
Remember me! The voice persisted
Cuckoo!
Within seconds, Victory found herself transported back to her past.
“Tell me a story grandma!” a young Victory pleaded from under the covers.
Cuckoo!
Smiling, Helena patted the child’s leg. “Alrighty!” she replied softly. Leaning on the silver-headed cane for balance, the elderly woman rose from the bed, hobbling over to the high back rocker. She paused for a moment as Snowball ran past. He jumped on the bed, lying quietly beside the young girl. Helena sighed falling into her favorite cushioned seat.
Cuckoo!
“Tell me the one about the Lunamanarees grandma!” Victory begged.
Helena chuckled. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a single cigarette from her hidden pack of Kools™ and a small box of matches. With a quick blue orange flash, the room lit up and in seconds she was blowing smoke rings.
“Luminaries.” Helena softly corrected. “They’re called Lu-ma-nare-ees”
Cuckoo!
“Okay, tell me about them grandma!” Victory insisted. “Please tell me the story!”
Excerpt from Children of the Luminaries Book I: The Coming Storm©
*~*~*~*~*~*
Cuckoo!
Sitting down on the foot of the bed, Victory thought about a story her grandma always told. Smiling she remembered how Helena would draw out scenes on the black wall to entertain young Victory. But looking at the mural, she didn't recall it being so life-like.
Cuckoo!
“Stupid clock!” Victory grumbled.
Remember! The disembodied voice commanded.
Victory looked around. “I’m doing my best,” she yelled back. Her frustrated tone expressed emotions boiling inside of her. Just as she was about to stand, Victory heard a rustling sound; followed by the sensation of someone jumping on the bed.
Cuckoo!
Slowly, Victory stretched her neck around. Tears welled up as ghostly images formed. Turning completely around, Victory allowed the past to unfold in her mind.
Remember me! The voice persisted
Cuckoo!
Within seconds, Victory found herself transported back to her past.
“Tell me a story grandma!” a young Victory pleaded from under the covers.
Cuckoo!
Smiling, Helena patted the child’s leg. “Alrighty!” she replied softly. Leaning on the silver-headed cane for balance, the elderly woman rose from the bed, hobbling over to the high back rocker. She paused for a moment as Snowball ran past. He jumped on the bed, lying quietly beside the young girl. Helena sighed falling into her favorite cushioned seat.
Cuckoo!
“Tell me the one about the Lunamanarees grandma!” Victory begged.
Helena chuckled. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a single cigarette from her hidden pack of Kools™ and a small box of matches. With a quick blue orange flash, the room lit up and in seconds she was blowing smoke rings.
“Luminaries.” Helena softly corrected. “They’re called Lu-ma-nare-ees”
Cuckoo!
“Okay, tell me about them grandma!” Victory insisted. “Please tell me the story!”
Excerpt from Children of the Luminaries Book I: The Coming Storm©
Saturday, April 4, 2015
The Chosen One: Excerpt from Children of the Luminaries Book One: The Coming Storm
They stood together a short while watching the ripples in the water made by the warm breeze. In the east, the sun made its slow descent. In a few hours a new day would begin. As they stood there in silence The Oracle pondered the dragon's words. She was certain he was mistaken. She shuddered as a cold chill tingled up her spine.
"An omen!" She mumbled to herself.
Finally, Demetrius broke the long silence. “You cannot hide from your destiny, Oracle!" He proclaimed, his baritone voice echoed all around. "You are more than what you believe. But you must believe!” Demetrius waited for a response and received none. He then continued, “I ask you this girl, will you choose aliveness even if there are no safe places? Or will you choose deadness?”
Utterly bewildered by his words, The Oracle shook her head and made her way back toward Sabia. “I am no warrior,” she repeated calmly. “You are mistaken.”
“Yes, you are. And I am not mistaken,” he called out. “I do not make mistakes.”
She smiled and called back sardonically, “Yes, I know. You are very wise and very, very old.”
“Make fun if you must, Oracle, but just remember it is the will of the Pantheon.”
She waved back to him and disappeared behind the trees where her beloved winged unicorn waited.
Demetrius watched until The Oracle was completely out of sight. He rose up and extended his front claws. A red glow engulfed him. His serpentine body began to transform. In a matter of seconds he transformed into a man dressed in red attire with a black flowing cape. His wavy, black hair brushed against his forehead and fell to his shoulders, solemn brown eyes watched as the winged unicorn soared into the darkening sky with his mistress holding tightly to his silvery mane.
“I will be with you always, Oracle,” he said softly to himself. Then quietly, without notice, he vanished.
Excerpt from Children of the Luminaries Book One: The Coming Storm©
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"An omen!" She mumbled to herself.
Finally, Demetrius broke the long silence. “You cannot hide from your destiny, Oracle!" He proclaimed, his baritone voice echoed all around. "You are more than what you believe. But you must believe!” Demetrius waited for a response and received none. He then continued, “I ask you this girl, will you choose aliveness even if there are no safe places? Or will you choose deadness?”
Utterly bewildered by his words, The Oracle shook her head and made her way back toward Sabia. “I am no warrior,” she repeated calmly. “You are mistaken.”
“Yes, you are. And I am not mistaken,” he called out. “I do not make mistakes.”
She smiled and called back sardonically, “Yes, I know. You are very wise and very, very old.”
“Make fun if you must, Oracle, but just remember it is the will of the Pantheon.”
She waved back to him and disappeared behind the trees where her beloved winged unicorn waited.
Demetrius watched until The Oracle was completely out of sight. He rose up and extended his front claws. A red glow engulfed him. His serpentine body began to transform. In a matter of seconds he transformed into a man dressed in red attire with a black flowing cape. His wavy, black hair brushed against his forehead and fell to his shoulders, solemn brown eyes watched as the winged unicorn soared into the darkening sky with his mistress holding tightly to his silvery mane.
“I will be with you always, Oracle,” he said softly to himself. Then quietly, without notice, he vanished.
Excerpt from Children of the Luminaries Book One: The Coming Storm©
All Rights Reserved
Imagine
Imagine...all you held dear, your way of life, all that you knew, was suddenly and tragically taken away.
Imagine...being but only one of 13 survivors of a once powerful race of people.
Imagine...being told you were chosen to be a warrior that must face and defeat your most feared enemy.
Imagine...learning of a distant world where your fierce adversary now inhabits and controls. The same world where your 12 loved ones were sent and where they reside with no memories of their prior existence...no memories of you.
Imagine...being informed that in order to save those you love, you most first rid this world of the dark lord and his minions.
What would you do?
How far would you go to save those you love?
Children of the Luminaries Book I: The Coming Storm launches the saga of The Oracle and her mentor Demetrius as they set out on a quest of a life time. Their mission... to stop the Dark Lord Dagon from finding the Ultimate Power and becoming supreme ruler of all worlds!
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