I have spent the better part of the last decade on world-building, character creation, and research for a book series I titled The Chronicles of Life & Death. This series has been revamped and rewritten at least four separate times as characters have been added--as the story began pouring out of me. Now, I am pleased to say that I have not only completed my first book, but I have published it on Amazon.com!
“She and I might have been born siblings in this life, but as far as ‘first life’ relations go, that isn’t the case. She’s nothing to me,” the demon declared, stepping back toward their original meeting place. Monty ambled along with Leah between them. “You’re her guardian now, so don’t fuck things up. Give her everything she needs and don’t fight it when she eventually leaves.”
Monty froze, his eyes lowered. Clint’s words not only stung, but reminded him of something Kris had told them just hours earlier:
“Bandits don't do well in confined spaces--they're used to traveling by any means necessary.”
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The young man who stood before him could not have been more than a year or two his senior. The sides of his head were shaved short, the remainder of his thick, sable twists fashioned into a hairstyle that seemed a cross between a mohawk and an afro. His skin and clothes were immaculate, as if he had never lived a day outside of a colony.
The ethereal orb floating within the confines of his chest puzzled Monty further. He confirmed that the stranger was nineteen years old, that he was a warrior, and the leathery wings that hung from his core marked him a demon. What the royal advisor could not see, however, was the brand of the tribe or coven from which the demon hailed.
Was I wrong? he wondered. Could he be someone else? There’s no way that’s Lizzie’s brother… Right?
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Her soft voice had trailed off, prompting her subordinate to sneak a peek in her direction. The princess’s confident mask had cracked; her blue eyes had frozen over, staring off at nothing in particular as she wrung her hands. Alice caught Scarlett’s eyes and lowered hers to the ground below, swallowing the lump in her throat so as to continue.
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More shrieking and mock snarls from the hallway. Rubén had actually scared Mirenita; the five year old had begun to cry.
I let out an annoyed sigh. Seriously? I ignored my aunt and cousin, pushing past them as I ran out to the hallway. I expected to see my step cousin chasing Mirenita, but he was nowhere in sight. My little sister, however, was already over her tears, running through the kitchen and cackling.
“Miren--” I called out to her, but the sound of my voice only quickened her pace. My legs were much longer, considering our twelve year age difference, so I power walked after her, easily catching up. We had traversed the dining room space and were passing the living room when I reached out to grab the back of her shirt--
I shot a peripheral glance at the man sitting on the couch, and my heart began pounding against the confines of my rib cage. My eyes had widened so much, I thought they would fall out if they stayed that way. Mirenita out of sight, I sprinted back down the hall to my room, slamming the door behind me.
That was not my uncle.
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Karia, the Psychic for the Semes Tribe
Preferring to claim territory in the wintry north, the Havet Tribe chose to limit their contact with humans and spirits alike, clinging to the indigenous human tribes of the Blackfoot Confederacy as a cover. They protected the humans and in turn were allowed to integrate with their people.
Former Headman of the Havet Tribe, now gone rogue.
Jenna tried to rationalize with her flustered thoughts and out-of-place physical reactions--how could she like a girl like she was meant to like a boy? No boy had ever made her feel like this, made her feel too weak to stand or breathe, just by existing within Jenna's sight.
After negative altercations and experiences with the Jupiterial Court and Solar Tribe, who seemed to be forever conflicted with one another, the Uranian Tribe sought out the Martian Tribe in Japan. The Martians discouraged contact with the outside world, and so were furious when their Matriarch agreed to meet with Sabrina.
