Book Blurb:
Amber Stone, once a child prodigy, has just become curator of a special collection of Macedonian artifacts for the Seattle Museum of Natural History. Chloe, a prodigy of a different sort, holds a position at the museum focusing on tribal art. The two become fast friends, united by Amber's unsettling dreams and Chloe's unorthodox ways of dealing with them. Two strangers arrive in town, bringing with them a prophecy recorded more than three-thousand years ago, a prophecy that places Amber directly in the midst of a battle that has spanned a millennia.
Author Bio:
Having been born and raised in Hawaii, I loved telling stories ever since I was a child about vampires, werewolves, angels, demons, and witches. I was a little girl who loved scary stories, much to my mother's dismay. The scarier - the better. Hawaii was a perfect place for stories until I moved to Seattle. I decided to turn a love for the supernatural into writing stories to see if others would love them as much as I do. Currently, I live in Florida but since I'm a Seattle girl at heart, my stories take place in the Northwest. I continue to write supernatural stories of vampires, werewolves, witches, and more while enjoying the beaches and sunshine. I also love to help others and give back to my community.SOCIAL MEDIA
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Excerpt from the book:
Chloe, Yakima, 1993
Chloe held tightly to her mother’s
hand and they walked through the pines. She stepped around the occasional
drifts of snow that stubbornly refused to melt even now at the end of
March. Six others walked
with them, heading deeper into the woods. Chloe
looked at their feet, trying to match the sound of the needles and brush
crackling under their boots to each particular step. She concentrated on the sounds. When she was satisfied she could
identify each of the walkers by the noise of their footsteps, she turned her
attention to their breathing. Her
mother was easy, and she recognized the pattern without having to think much
about it.
The others took a little
work. The man ahead and to
the right breathed shallowly and regularly, while the one behind them wheezed a
little. The woman next to
her mother breathed purposefully, as though every exhalation resulted from
conscious intention. The
others—
“Mommy, stop.” Her mother looked down at her and
Chloe began to tug at her arm, pulling her south. “Come on.” Her mother looked at the wheezing man
and he nodded, so she allowed Chloe to guide her and the others followed. In a few minutes, the bubbling of the
Yakima River reached Chloe’s ears. In
four or five more, the others heard it as well. She pulled her mother through a last
copse of trees and stood at the bank, staring at the water.
“What is it, honey?” Chloe’s mother
knelt beside her and studied her face.
“The whitefish is about to
die.” Chloe pointed at the
water.
“What whitefish, sweetie?”
“The one right there.” She was still pointing at the
water. Her mother followed
her finger to the water and squinted, but couldn’t make out anything below the
ripples of the river.
“How is the whitefish going to die,
Chloe?” It was the wheezer.
He’d walked up to where the girl and her mother stood on the bank. He pointed at the water. “Will another fish come and get
it?”
Chloe reached out and took the
man’s hand, still pointing, and lifted it up, pushing it as far as her reach
allowed. “The sky will kill
it.”
The man looked up and studied the
sky for a while, then turned his attention on Chloe’s mother. “Marlene, I’m just not sure. She feels intently, I know that. Still, it’s not just…what? What is it?”
Marlene’s eyes had grown wide and
she stared at the sky. “Look,
Tom.”
He looked up. It was an eagle, and it circled above
the river. Suddenly, it
dove, and Tom gasped at the speed of the thing. In only a second or so, it was flying
back upward, a whitefish in its talons.
He looked at Chloe. “You were right, she has the Sight.”
Author Barb Jones had these images made so we could see her vision for her main characters!
This is Amber and Chloe
This is Marcus and Michael
I've never had an author send me images like this, HOW COOL!?!?!?
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