Echoes of Angels [Book 1 in the Keepers of Eternity Series]
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by Caitlyn McKenna
Category: Dark Fantasy CAPA Award Winner
Description: Twenty-one years ago, Cassandra Blackthorne and her daughter, Julienne, fled their family home. Ironically, tragic circumstances lure Julienne Hunter back to her birthplace--Blackthorne Manor in Virginia--and into the grasp of the man her mother hated, Morgan Saint-Evanston. She soon discovers that Blackthorne balances between two worlds, that of mortal reality and the dimensional enigma known as Sclyd. Come Halloween, they will merge and Scyldian entities will be free to hunt the weaker human race for slaves and sacrifices to appease their dragon god, Ouroborous. Destined as a keeper of eternity's gates and protector against the armies of darkness, Julienne's legacy will be costly, for she must sacrifice her soul to save mankind.
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, 2003 Zumaya Publications
eBookwise Release Date: August 2002
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [552 KB]
Reading time: 348-488 min.
The woman was small and slight and very young. Sighing in exhaustion, she settled onto her side, pillowing her head on her arm. Her long black hair hung in limp shreds around her pale, drawn face. An intense fire crackled in the stone hearth, its earthy scent mingling with the pungent odors of sweat and blood. Haunting shadows leapt along the walls, mimicking her painfully slow movements. Outside, the thunder rolled, echoing the cries she'd earlier uttered like an evil omen, as luminous fingers of lightning viciously scratched at the skies.
She shivered, snuggling deeper under the animal pelts covering her nudity. Her body ached, her eyes red rimmed and bloodshot from lack of rest. Drawing her knees up to her chest to preserve her body's heat, she ran her hand over her stomach, over the flat plane where a mountainous belly once ruled. A frail smile crossed her delicate features. Her labor had been long and difficult, lasting through nearly two nights. She needed sleep, but sleep would have to wait.
She wanted to think of her babies. Her heart swelled with pride, and love, a secret rush of pleasure coursing through her. She had done as she must: hidden herself away from those who would destroy her kind and given birth to two healthy offspring. Both slept peacefully beside her, well swaddled, suckled by the milk in her ample breasts, their small bodies perfect in every detail.
Two babies. A boy and a girl. One blond, one dark; both fair and ivory skinned, like herself.
Forehead wrinkling in thought, her fine lips drew down into a worried frown.
A dream-vision granted to her by the Goddess Cerrededwen had foretold she would give birth to a leader who would carry her legacy, bringing peace to her race and the three worlds.
Prophecy had not foretold she would have two babies. Worried, she began to pray:
Great Mother, guardian of your children,
I beg your wisdom.
Inspire my dreams;
Bring me knowledge,
Give me the key...