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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