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Silent Sound – Chapter 4 Excerpt

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It didn’t occur to her that she should probably be looking where she was going, before she felt herself collide head-on with a passerby.

“Whoa, careful there!” A voice said and someone grabbed her arms to prevent her from falling.

“I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

She looked up at the person who had caught her and was met with the sight of a man smiling down at her uncertainly.

He was tall, not as tall as people like Ardeth, but definitely taller than her. His dark brown hair was almost black and framed a pleasant face.

She couldn’t help noticing that he was a very good-looking man, though probably not someone she would notice on the street.

He was looking at her with clear gray eyes, amusement shining behind them.

“Might I ask what have got you so deep in thought?” He asked, a smile playing on his lips as he released her arms.

She smiled embarrassed and brushed a loose lock of hair away from her face. “Nothing important. Just daydreaming, I guess…” He didn’t need to know that her ‘daydreaming’ involved mystic assaults happening in the area. People tended not to like hearing that.

The man raised an eyebrow at her halfhearted excuse, clearly not convinced, but let it go. Instead he smiled a smile that had probably made many women swoon at his feet.

“I don’t believe I have seen you before.” He said. “Are you here for the festival?”

Selissa considered lying, but she didn’t see how much of a threat it could be to tell him where she was going.

“I’m going to the temple, actually.” She answered. “I’m meeting someone there.”

“Let me keep you company then.” He answered and smiled at her. “I’m going there myself at the moment.”

She hesitated for a moment. All the men she met always turned out to be either raving insane or dead. After meeting Alassane, the sanity of the people she met just seemed to go steadily downhill.

She looked at the man, who had yet to introduce himself, one more time. He looked remarkably normal, and it was unlikely that he could get her into any more trouble on the short way to the temple than she could manage herself.

“Lead the way.” She told him. She needed to stop being so paranoid. It couldn’t be healthy suspecting every friendly stranger of being a crazed mass-murderer.

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Upcoming Short Story – Huntress

Just wanted to post an excerpt for the upcoming prequel to the Angel’s Voice Series. It will be featuring Selissa, the protagonist of the series, about 3 years prior to the beginning of Resounding Echo. It will be a delicious blend of demons and magic!

Look forward to seeing the cover soon!

The branches hid her from view as she watched the priests pass by. Their faces were dark and solemn as they slowly carried the body past the tree she was residing in.

She leaned forward to get a clearer view, careful not to rustle the leaves as she balanced on the thick branch. One wrong movement and she would stumble gracelessly to the ground and reveal her presence to the unsuspecting priests beneath her.

She frowned when she finally got a look at the man they were carrying. His body was covered by large, bloody wounds clearly made by long claws. Another demon attack.

The blood was still flowing from the wounds, but there was no doubt that the man was already dead. Even from where she sat, Selissa could see his lifeless eyes stare emptily into the air and she suppressed a shudder at the sight. She hoped they would close his eyes when they got him to the morgue.

The short story will be out sometime this month! Stay tuned!

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Resounding Echo – Excerpt

Excerpt from chapter 20 of Resounding Echo:

The sound rose slightly and she could now hear it clearly.

It sounded like someone was singing. It was a sad, melancholic song without words.

Against her will, Selissa felt herself rise from the ground. She felt the song draw her in, and she slowly started moving towards the place it was coming from.

She had only moved a few steps, when someone grabbed her arm and caused her to stop dead in her tracks.

“Don’t.” She turned her head to see Alassane’s eyes burning into hers. The warning look in them broke her from her trance-like state.

“What is that?” She spoke quietly. The song continued, beautiful and eerie at the same time.

“Trouble.” Alassane said, just a quietly. Whoever was singing, it was clear that he didn’t want them to hear them.

He stood completely still, his hand still gripping Selissa’s arm. Every muscle in his body was tense and he was staring into the air, in the direction of the sound.

Selissa watched him silently, barely daring to breathe. She was surprised to see that except from a few rips in his clothes, he appeared completely unharmed from the blast he had taken earlier.

Suddenly the singing stopped. With it, every other sound of the forest seemed to stop. Complete silence fell over them.

The hand that was holding her arm tightened its grip almost painfully. “We have to get away from here… Now.” Alassane said. Selissa felt a lump forming in her throat at his urgent tone. No matter what it was, it was bad. Very bad for Alassane to be reacting this way.

Despite her aversion to fleeing she didn’t hesitate to follow when Alassane set into a sprint.

The only sound was the sound of their footsteps, muted by the grass, echoing through the silence as they ran. Nothing made it seem like they were being followed, but Selissa wasn’t fooled. Through she could neither hear them nor see them, she could feel the aura of dread surrounding her. The exact same feeling as when she had first met Ardeth.

Adrenaline, and something she only faintly recognized, surged through her body.

She heard something move to her left and almost stopped to see what it was.  Alassane, however, was not slowing down and Selissa forced herself to keep going.

More movements… She tensed up as she realized it was coming from both sides. There was more than one…

‘Behind you.’ She didn’t hesitate. She swirled around, just as the first attacker hurled themselves at her. The kick she sent towards them hit the stranger in the stomach and sent them sailing through the air.

She heard Alassane stop a few yards behind her. Her breathing was heavy, but somehow she didn’t feel tired.

Energy was coursing through her. The same energy that she had felt just before she sent Alassane flying through the air. But instead of rejecting it, she embraced it.

Two shapes slowly began to close in on them, like wolves on their prey.

“My my, it seems Ardeth was right…” A low voice said. Selissa couldn’t determine if it was male or female. “She is a feisty one.”

“Should be more fun then.” Answered another, definitely female voice. The one who had been singing…

She stepped out of the shadows. The moonlight fell on her face, illuminating her features.

It was a young woman, probably still in her late teens. She was not that tall and slender built, giving her the appearance of being even younger than she was. Short, blonde hair hung into her eyes, but did nothing to disguise the cold look in them.

The black tattoo under her left eye confirmed that Selissa already knew. She was a Demios. And so was her partner probably.

As if on cue, the other stepped forward and revealed his face. As his partner, he was not tall, but he had a strong build. His brown hair was shaggy and had reddish tint to it. There was a smile on his face, but there was no warmth in it.

Unlike Ardeth, there was no amusement emitting from those two, only cold ruthlessness. Somehow, Selissa didn’t know what was worse.

Resounding Echo is available as:

Amazon Kindle: Here

Paperback: Here

Read first chapter here

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Silent Sound Preview

Silent Sound is the second book in the Angel’s Voice Series, continuing the story about Selissa and the other characters from Resounding Echo.
As a little preview, here is the current draft of the first chapter. Enjoy!

Silent Sound – Chapter 1
Her footsteps echoed against the walls as she walked through the gates. It felt like an eternity since she had last set foot in this place, but in reality it had barely been a year.

As she looked around, she noticed that nothing had changed. The temple still looked exactly as she had left it. Exactly as it had looked like all the years she had lived there.

But still it seemed foreign to her. The halls she had walked through thousands of times seemed unfamiliar and strange despite the fact that it was the exact same halls as back then.

The temple might not have changed, but she had. She was not the same person who had left a year ago.

She pulled her hood closer as she walked through the almost empty hallways. Twilight had already settled and only a few priests passed by her. None of them paid her any notice.

It didn’t take her long to reach her destination. She stopped in front of the heavy oak door and hesitated only for a second before she knocked.

She faintly heard a voice telling her to enter and she slowly opened the door. It creaked loudly as it swung open. The sound seemed like a roar in the empty hallway. She entered silently and pushed the door shut behind her.

“So you decided to come after all?” Selissa shot a hard look at the old man behind the wooden desk.

“Didn’t you expect me to?” She asked calmly.

“Actually, I didn’t. I hadn’t expected you to return at all, no less at my call.” His lips moved into a wry smile as he returned her stare.

Selissa suspected that the High Priest of Issara had been an impressive man in his days, but age had not been kind to him.

Years of worries showed clearly in his worn face. It was set in a permanent stern expression that made people automatically think they had done something wrong. Thick hair that might once have been black had long since turned grey and was beginning to thin. The only thing not affected by the years was the sharp grey eyes that watched her calmly.

He motioned to a chair opposite his desk. “Please sit.” He said.

Selissa crossed her arms over her chest. “I’d rather stand.”

The old man sighed. “I guess you’re curious as to why I have called you here.” Selissa raised an eyebrow at his obvious question, but kept quiet.

“I assume, that after the whole ordeal with the Demios clan, you now know about the powers you possess as the host of Cadeyrn.” He said slowly, watching her carefully.

She stiffened as realization sunk in. “You knew…” She said.

“Selissa, let me—“ He started, but she interrupted him.

“For years I tried to find out what that mark meant… I asked everyone. And you knew all along.” She said coldly.

“I thought it was safer if you didn’t know…” He said. The remorse in his eyes didn’t touch her.

“Safer? You thought they wouldn’t find me?” She almost laughed at the thought. “Well, that plan certainly worked out fine.”

“You were protected here. I knew you would be going after them if you knew.” He said. Selissa scoffed.

“Well, I went after them anyway. I might as well have known what I was getting into.” She said.

The old priest hung his head in apology. Suddenly, Selissa wanted to laugh at it all. How often hadn’t she been the remorseful child being reprimanded by the High Priest? Now the roles were reversed.

As much as she enjoyed watching him grovel, this was not why she was here.

“You didn’t call me here to tell me this, did you?” She asked.

He hesitated. “No… I didn’t.”

She didn’t say anything, instead waiting for him to continue. He seemed unnerved by her steady stare, silver eyes boring into him unwavering. He closed his eyes as if he was deep in thought, before speaking.

“What do you know about the Nephilim?” He asked slowly, opening his eyes to watch her reaction.

Her eyebrows rose in surprise at the word. She faintly recalled coming across it in some of the books she had studied relentlessly to try to figure out the meaning of the mark she carried on her back. She closed her eyes, trying to recall what it meant.

“The Nephilim…” She said slowly, racking her mind for the information she needed. “The children of angels who mated with humans.”

The High Priest nodded seriously, and she continued thoughtfully. “I have heard about them. But what do those myths have to do with anything?”

The old man folded his hands in front of his face and looked at her intensely.

“Do you believe they are simply myths, Selissa?”

The way he said her name made her frown. “Of course they are! They are fairy tales made up by people who wished to believe that angels walk among us!”

To her surprise, he chuckled. She had never seen the old man display any sign of humor, so his sudden amusement had her shoulder tense and she watched him warily.

“Wouldn’t you have told me the same if I had told you about an archangel using a human as his host?” He asked her, a slight smile on his face.

She hesitated, unsure of what to say.  She was very sure she would have been just as skeptical about the idea a year ago, as she was about the fact that descendents of angels might reside on earth. But the last year had shown her that some myths were very real.

She scoffed annoyed when she realized that he had backed her into a corner. She sighed in defeat, before reluctantly going along with the idea.

“So you believe the Nephilim exists?” She asked.

“I not only believe it, I know it for a fact.” He said. Selissa stared at him in disbelief.

“Don’t tell me you actually know of one?” She asked in amazement.

“I do. And not just any Nephilim. The son of one of the archangels.” He said.

Selissa wanted to ask him if he was kidding her, but then again, she didn’t believe he had ever kidded anyone in his life. She was at a loss of words, unsure what to make of what she had just been told. Luckily, she didn’t need to fill the silence.

“More than twenty years ago, Arnath, the archangel of healing, fell in love with a human woman and she bore him a son.”

She wasn’t quite sure how to react to that, so she addressed another issue.

“What does that have to do with me?” She asked.

“The child was taken in at the temple of Arnath.” He said. “The priests of Arnath see it as their duty to protect the son of their guardian.” He continued. Selissa summoned up all her patience and waited for him to tell her which role she played.

“Lately, several residents of the temple have been attacked. The problem is, no one have seen the attacker. But the priests agree that it’s nothing human.”

“A demon?” She wondered out loud. A demon would have been able to attack someone without them ever seeing their attacker.

“Everything about the attacks makes it seem like it was done by a demon. There’s just one problem…” At that the priest hesitated.

“What problem?” She asked curiously.

“The attacks happened inside the temple’s walls. A demon shouldn’t be able to enter holy ground.” He said, his face deadly serious.

Selissa nodded slightly in understanding, but there was still something she didn’t understand.

“Where does the Nephilim come in?” She asked.

“The priests think he is the target of whatever is attacking the sanctuary.” He said.

“And you want me to do what?” She asked, eyebrows raised. As fascinating as all this was, she still didn’t understand what it had to do with her.

The High Priest leaned his chin on top of his folded hands and met her eyes. “I want you to protect the Nephilim and find out what has been attacking him.”

“And why would I do that?” She asked frowning. Her voice came out harsher than she intended, but the High Priest didn’t even flinch. “I don’t own you anything.”

“No… You don’t owe me anything.” He said slowly. “But I can’t think of anyone better to help, and I know you won’t just turn your back on people who need your help.”

“Don’t talk like you know me.” She said, anger seeping into her voice. “A lot has changed since you last saw me.”

The look that passed through his eyes at that moment almost made her regret being so harsh. The usual stern look disappeared completely and only sadness was left in his face.

“I know.” He said quietly, voice filled with regret. “I wish I could have done something to prevent it from happening, but you can’t run from who you are. And you can’t deny your connection to the archangels.”

Selissa crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the floor. She was beginning to realize that she did not have a choice in the matter. She closed her eyes and sighed.

“When am I leaving?” She asked defeated. She might as well give in and save herself a lot of grief.

“You can stay the night and leave tomorrow. Your old room is still empty.”

She shook her head at herself, wondering what she had just agreed to.