Halen knows the sparks igniting under her fingertips are
dangerous. She has spent her entire life trying to quell the tingly feelings
that make her destroy things, but now that she is back in Rockaway Beach, where
she watched her father drown, the flames have become impossible to tame.
Excerpt:
"Yes, I'm scared! What's wrong with being scared? You make me sound strong. Well, I'm not. You've seen how well I handle magick." Sparks ignited at the tips of her fingers as she almost shouted at him, not giving him a chance to respond. Her voice rang loudly, echoing throughout the cavern. "I'm angry. I'm hurt. I've taken an overdose of confused, and you want me to defeat some demon?" She pumped her fist, trying to shake the static energy now flowing under her skin. "Right now I'm my own worst enemy." She couldn't hold back any longer. With a flick of her finger, she summoned the river to rise up into a towering wave. She clenched her fist, and the water crashed on the rocks, spraying them with a cold mist. "I'm not what you think I am."
Author Bio
Halen is trying to hold on, but when she is thrust into a
mysterious new world, the underwater realm of Elosia, she unravels the secrets
of her past and can't help but ignite. As she explores Elosia, she realizes her
life has been a lie. And when those who have deceived her come to her for help,
Halen must choose—walk away or unleash the magick that could destroy them all.
Excerpt:
"Yes, I'm scared! What's wrong with being scared? You make me sound strong. Well, I'm not. You've seen how well I handle magick." Sparks ignited at the tips of her fingers as she almost shouted at him, not giving him a chance to respond. Her voice rang loudly, echoing throughout the cavern. "I'm angry. I'm hurt. I've taken an overdose of confused, and you want me to defeat some demon?" She pumped her fist, trying to shake the static energy now flowing under her skin. "Right now I'm my own worst enemy." She couldn't hold back any longer. With a flick of her finger, she summoned the river to rise up into a towering wave. She clenched her fist, and the water crashed on the rocks, spraying them with a cold mist. "I'm not what you think I am."
I write stories about magick, love and dark creatures lurking
in the shadows. When I'm not lost in Edit Land you can find me reading a book
from my towering TBR pile or at the movie theater nibbling licorice. I don't
have a lucky number, but my favorite time is 11:11. I completely believe that
the fortunes found inside cookies will come true and that you must be careful
when wishing on stars. I live on an island, so if you want to visit you'll need
a boat, and if you want to survive the passage, be sure to bring candy for the
mermaids.
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