Originally, the title was The Chosen Series: Fallen, but
after long discussion and brain storming we decided that Risen would be better
suited.
One of the key factors being
that there are several other books on the market under that title already.
I wanted mine to stand on its own and be
known for something entirely different.
Don't be afraid of Destiny.
It may scare the bejeepers out of ya but
grasp it fully and hang on tight.
It may
be a rough ride with a lot of ups and downs but in the long run it will be
worth it.
Can you share a little of
your current work with us?
OK.... THIS IS AN EXCLUSIVE FIRST GLIMPSE INSIDE OF The Chosen
Chronicles: Bloodlines.
The air became filled with fog,
but as they got closer, the fog turned into a suffocating smoke. Erin folded her wings and slipped beneath the
smoke bank, but then the girls saw the source of the glow.
“Oh no,” Angie gasped. Her heart slammed against her the back of her
lungs, focing the air from her body. A
ball of fire engulf the entire island, their island.
“No,” Erin sobbed.
“We’ve got to go down there. We’ve got to find them,” Angie said as she
began to struggle.
Erin tightened her grip around
her. “We can’t do that, Ang, and you
know it. We can’t go down there. If the fire doesn’t kill us, who or what ever started it will.”
Angie felt tears stinging the back of her eyes,
but she refused to shed them in front of Erin.
It was time to be tough, not whining like a child. So, instead of focusing on her pain, she
focused on her anger.
“I’ll circle around to see if we
can see anything, but we’re not going down there,” Erin said firmly.
As they flew several thousand feet
above the island, the heat from the flames warmed them.
“Can you see anything?” Erin asked.
Angie’s eyes scanned the burning
terrain, then came to rest on the center of the island where the house had once
been secluded by a thick copse of trees.
The canopy had burned away, revealing the smoldering remains of their
home.
“I don’t see anything. The house is gone.”
“We need to get out of here,” Erin
said. “I don’t like being out in the
open like this. It feels like we’re
being watched.”
“We need to find a place rest.”
“I think I know where we can go,
but I can’t fly us there. We’re going to
have to transport.” The spot on Erin’s
back, where her wings were attached, was beginning to burn, like she’d been lifting
weights for five hours nonstop.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’ve just not gotten used
to flying.”
“This place we are going, is it
safe?”
“I hope so, because we are running
out of options.”
“I'm going to need your help. I'm not sure I have enough strength to get us
there.”
“Sure,” Angie said easily.
“This is going to get tricky.”
“Let's do it.”
“Hang on,” Erin said as she folded
her wings against her back. The girls
stopped moving forward and began falling.
Erin closed her eyes and felt
Angie's energy quickly blanket her, strengthening her own. Behind her eyelids she could see the bright
orange of the fire getting brighter. The
heat of the fire getting more intense.
The colors began to swirl and twist as electrical currents rippled over
her body. She could feel their bodies
being pulled, much like the hose of a vacuum being put over someone's
skin. The heat of the fire rushed up to
meet them and then there was nothing.
