Forget everything you ever thought to be
true about our world. Angels are real. And they are fighting for control over
the human race.
What would you do if you learned
everything you knew about the world was wrong? Microbiology student Elena
Michaels is about to find out. After a few chance encounters with Alexavier
Edmunds, a strange but intriguing student on campus, Elena is on the run from
an ancient organization of angel-like beings. Strange things are awakening
within her, and there is only one with the answers—the Elder. But can she make
it to him in time?
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AWAKENING EXCERPT
Elena's face felt cold as the blood drained from it.
She had not seen the woman's mouth move while she spoke. She sobered almost
instantly, the hackles on her neck rising as she stared at the woman's cold
smile. She recognized the voice in a moment of lucidity as the one she had
heard at the airport, their tail, their stalker—one of the Opposition.
My mistress was
right, the woman's voice continued. She
told me it would be a matter of time before one of you two slipped up. The
amazing thing is you both slipped up at the same time. The woman turned to
Elena.
The woman stood nearly a whole foot shorter than
Elena and appeared much more fragile. Elena tried to gauge whether or not she
would be able to handle this woman on her own. She knew from experience Daimon
men were quite powerful, but never expected such strength from females.
Let me clue you
in on some secrets. First, Daimon men cannot handle their liquor. In fact, all
Daimones are very quickly undone by alcohol. The woman eyed Elena up and
down before saying, Second, you could
never take me on. To illustrate her point, the small woman gripped the
countertop and crushed a small section of it into powder.
"What do you want from me?" Elena asked.
The choice is
simple, the woman replied mentally. Either
come with me to see my mistress. Or...
"Or?" Elena asked, realizing she would
regret this decision.
Or you and your
companion die, the woman replied. A placid and sickly happy smile spread
across her face as she said it.
The woman's evident pleasure at making such a dire
threat sent a chill down Elena's spine. She conjured up the most severe feeling
of pain she could imagine and directed it right at the Daimon woman as she had
done to the other Daimon in Canada. However, instead of the anticipated effect
of crippling pain she had seen in the Daimon man, the woman's eyes flashed, and
then she laughed.
Silly girl,
the woman said to her mentally. I am no
mere weakling. Your foolish mind games have no effect on me.
Alec...I need
your help! Elena cried out, hoping beyond hope he would hear and come to
her aid.
The woman started laughing even louder. A terrifying
grin crossed her face. He can't hear you.
Alcohol impairs Daimon abilities. And Alec has had a few too many. I guess I
shouldn't have bought him so many rounds!
Elena didn't wait for the woman to move. Filled with
blind rage over being trapped by this woman, she pressed her attack. If her
death was on the menu, then she would take this woman with her as dessert.
Elena bowled into the small Daimon woman, throwing
all of her weight into the attack. To her surprise, the woman fell backward
with her arm clutching at the sink.
She didn't stay down for long, though and responded
by pushing back at Elena with startling speed, shoving her back a few paces.
Elena responded as fast. She threw her hands up in
anticipation of the Daimon woman's attack. However, she couldn't fathom what
kind of attack to expect coming at her.
The small woman was lithe. She maneuvered herself
underneath Elena's arms and thrust upward with both arms like lofting a
volleyball lifting Elena off of her feet and throwing her into the far wall.
Elena managed to turn herself sideways in order to absorb her impact with the
wall and push herself off into a counterattack.
Elena rushed across the room. The woman crouched at
her approach. Instead of missing her target, however, Elena lowered her center
of gravity and leapt, flying over the woman's back. While sailing over her
opponent's body, Elena stretched out and grasped the woman around the waist.
Elena's momentum carried her forward, and she tucked
her head and rolled, pulling the Daimon woman off her feet and flipping her
onto her head with startling force. The Daimon's legs flailed and slammed into
the large wall mirror, shattering it.
But she did not stay down for long. Before Elena
could right herself, the woman leapt up and moved back across the room. Elena
stood and whirled to face the woman but was caught off guard as a fist struck
her across the face. Surprisingly, it did not carry much force. Elena brushed
the blow off and delivered her own to the woman's chest, forcing the woman back
several feet.
The Daimon crumpled, winded by the force of Elena's
attack. When the Daimon stood again, she clutched a large shard of the broken
mirror, which she wielded like a knife.
Scott Wieczorek is a professional
archaeologist working in the American Middle-Atlantic region. He has written
numerous short stories and several full-length novels ranging from science
fiction, to paranormal mystery, to horror. In addition, he writes reviews of
books by Independent authors. Samples of his work are available on his blog at
wieczorekfictblog.blogspot.com.
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