2020 – The Ruins of Evermore -Book 2 – – Heather Sheds the Night

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Excerpt: Maiden of a Darkness Shining

Heather shed her weaponry and boots, her BodyTote and Adaption˚Suit, leaving them with Archie at rest upon the silt. Walking ponderously to the river’s edge, she gazed up at the vast and mysterious expanse of moon and stars that soared across the heavens in unspeakable majesty. Before her, amid the currents and eddies, the glittering waves robbed the sky of moonglow, stealing in bits and pieces the jewels of its opulent splendor. She released and let fall her Maiden cloak billowing on the breeze, and it swelled and swept to shore.

Then the youngling waded into the cool dark wetness of the river, the liquid rushing to embrace her, to welcome her, slowly rising up past her knees, her waist, her shoulders. There, tilting back her head, closing her eyes and ears to the world this night, she stood in place and drifted, giving it all away to the waters, letting it bleed all the way away.

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2020 – The Ruins of Evermore -Book 2 – – Heather Battles a Turlakk





Excerpt: Maiden of a Darkness Shining

Surprised from behind, alertly dodging a thrust, Heather gasped as the harsh slice of steel found her shoulder, feeling the biting pinch of pain as it seared and grew. She put the flesh wound out of her mind. Instinctively swinging her sword in an aggressive spin, she decapitated the RedSuit, and then surprised by her own ferocity and brutality, exerted even more energy in an attempt to bury her hostility in dismissal, lashing out to slice at the knees of a hovering Turlakk. Suffering the score, the grotesque creature reared and spun away only to smash upon his landing, left to flap and flop on the TiaraReign flooring.

2019 – The Ruins of Evermore -Book 2 – – Heather Meets an Archmount





Excerpt: Maiden of a Darkness Shining

Eliciting a slight groan, Heather awakened. However groggy, she felt uncomfortably hot and sweaty. Eyes closed, she reached to grab her blanket and throw it off of her curled form, but realizing she wasn’t wearing pajamas, it dawned on her that she wasn’t at home.

The ground suddenly hard below her, heat emanating from behind, she began feeling about and discovered the hairiness of a large animal beside her, its thick fur pressing at her back.

Heather’s eyes popped open. Warily, she pushed herself up, and half-turned to discover the robust, sphinx-like form of a golden Archmount directly behind her. Not bothering to cover up, Heather slowly, silently rose to her feet and backed away, the animal unperturbed. She then glimpsed about, finding that her clothes had been carefully laid out to dry, spread among the nearby bushes, most basking in the filtering sun.

Seeing the beast turn its head to calmly observe her, Heather returned its strong, steady gaze.

    You are not of this world.

Caught off guard, awed by the Archmount and his MindSpeake, Heather barely shook her head.

    And word has it you’re the One.

The girl whispered, “I might be.” She added, “If all goes well.”

2019 – The Ruins of Evermore -Book 2 – – Heather in the Bristol House Basement





Caught up in her tangle of emotions, her insignificance and powerlessness, Heather became oblivious of her surroundings, the girl a quaking, shadowy ball upon the floor, the Bristol House time crawling on in the dimness.

In due course, Heather raised a sleeve and wiped away her tears. She looked up at the ceiling.

“You’re not stopping me forever, you know. Whatever has happened to Grandma Dawn, I’m finding out—I’m finding her.” She climbed to her feet. “Besides, there are other reasons to go back to Evermore—or have you forgotten?” Heather glared, defiantly. “I am the green-eyed Maiden.”

2018 – The Ruins of Evermore -Book 2 – Layout – Detecting Movement in the Hallway




When rising to ascend the remaining stairs, Heather stopped abruptly and, with a snap-turn of the head, she fixed her attention down the extensive stretch of hallway to one side.

Movement. Who? Or what?

Poised motionless as a graceful statue, she stared, her extraordinary green eyes parsing the confusion of shadows, waiting for more.