Day 3: Month-long-anniversary:Giveaway + Spotlight: Emily's House by Natalie Wright

Fourteen-year-old Emily Adams is flunking math - and life. But Emily has a secret, one that she has kept even from her best friends. Soon the ancient legacy coursing through her veins will force her secret to be revealed. Dormant for over a thousand years, an evil has arisen and this time, it will destroy anyone - or anything - that stands in its way.

Three teens embark on a dangerous journey and risk everything. For Emily, the fate of her friends - and her world - lies in her hands.

Travel with Emily as she unlocks the secrets of her Celtic ancestors as she goes on a mystical journey to the inner house and beyond.

Join the Journey . . .





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Prologue

 The whoosh, whoosh, whoosh of that infernal machine. Its bellows pumping up and down as black, tarry sludge is sucked up the tube and into the holding tank.

She’s lying there on the bed like a robot corpse, tubes and lines going in and out of her body. Her once rosy lips now pale, tinged slightly green. Her once vibrant emerald green eyes are closed, sunken into the eye sockets. Her once strong body lies still and shrunken. Only her hair looks the same, flowing like a red wave across the white shore of the pillow.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

I’m standing at the door, gingerly peeking in. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to see this. I don’t want the putrid odor of people dying stuck in my nostrils.

I don’t want to go in, but I’m sucked into the room anyway, my legs powerless against the invisible force pulling me. I feel myself flailing with my arms and trying hard to command my body to obey me – to allow me to turn and run from this horrid scene.

But I’m in the room anyway, drawing ever closer to the bed.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

What is that tarry black stuff? Is it being sucked out of her body? Or put in?

I’m now close enough to touch her, but I don’t want to. The last time I touched her I saw a vision of her taking her last breath. The last time I touched her, I saw her die. I don’t want that to come true. And I don’t want to see her die again. The first time I saw her die I ran and ran, trying to escape the vision. I don’t want to touch anyone ever again.

But my hand reaches anyway, a mind of its own. I’m powerless to stop it. I feel my mouth opening to scream, but nothing comes out, my lips locked in a soundless “O.”

My hand quivers as it reaches, in slow motion, toward the sleeping body that bears a resemblance to my mother. Is she still in there? Or has the cancer stolen the last of her?

My fingertips shake as they touch her hand.

Her eyes pop open in a look of terror. Her mouth is open in a scream, but instead of a human scream it’s the loud whoosh, whoosh, whoosh of that tar-sucking machine.

Then she sits up. The long, wavy red hair flying about her head is the same, but the face is no longer my mother. It looks at me with large, solid black eyes, devoid of light or emotion, staring out of a bare skull. Her hand is now skeleton and grips me hard.

I pull and pull to get free of this monster, but it has me. I’m caught in its grip.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

I finally wake, dripping in sweat, my mouth still open in an “O,” the scream still caught in my throat.

I awake once again from the same bad dream I’ve had for the last seven years, only to find myself in a house of nightmares.

 

Emily's Heart, the third and final book in the Akasha Chronicles arrives FEBRUARY 1, 2014!!! :-D

I'm the author of The Akasha Chronicles, a young adult paranormal fantasy trilogy. When not writing, hanging out on Goodreads, blogging, Facebooking, Tweeting, Wattpadding or eating chocolate, I nurture my young daughter, geriatric dog and two young cats.

I am currently obsessed with all things Game of Thrones and have been known to spend hours pinning GoT jewelry, series photos and T-shirts to Pinterest.

I enjoy travel, good wine, and excellent food shared with family and friends. I was raised an Ohio farm girl, now live in the desert Southwest, but I dream of living in a high rise in a big city.

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