#wewriwar-children-of-mist - Vidarh explains his arrival

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I'm currently sharing excerpts from Children Of The Mist the second book in
The Destiny Trilogy. This is set on Niflheim, a planet close to the heart of Jess, who features in the first book. The heroine is one of her closest friends, Tamarith.

 Thanks so much to everyone who has been following this series, and left comments xx

This snippet carries on directly from last week's snippet which you can read 
HERE 
As usual I have used some creative punctuation, not in the published version, in order to comply with the sentence count.

The last sentence last week was Tamarith's telepathic query to Vidarh: It's about yesterday...

I thought it might be. Vidarh's lopsided smile looked rather half-hearted, I realize it was not the most dignified way for a guest to arrive, I rather expected to have to explain it to your brother. 

She allowed her own faint smile, it was just as well she had shielded her thoughts of a moment ago, Vidarh was very perceptive. Gullin has a great deal on his mind at the moment and is probably more polite than I am, I'm just curious. Forgive me if it sounds like I'm prying. I mean...teleportation? Levitation is one thing, but not many people can actually teleport.

I didn't know I could, myself, until recently, I used to do short 'hops' as a boy and thought it was something everyone did. It was only when I realized the other children of my age didn't teleport that I began to think there was something wrong with me and stopped doing it. Vidarh paused, looking at her with eyes that did not lose their sparkle, although a shadow crossed his face.

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CHILDREN OF THE MIST: BLURB

Two minds united against a common foe. Two hearts afraid to show their love: Long ago Tamarith fell in love with a man she can never have, and is convinced she will never love another. However, she cannot help but be intrigued by a handsome stranger whose psychic powers exceed even her own.

Vidarh seeks only to find his true purpose in life and to win the regard of his father, who eschews his son’s psychic abilities. Thrown together by a common threat to their planet, then torn apart by an evil greater than any they could have imagined, can Vidarh save the lovely Nifl woman who has captivated him, before it is too late?

Will Tamarith and Vidarh overcome the deadly enemy who threatens to destroy all they know and love? Will they find the happiness they both seek? Or are they fated to live their lives alone?

THE DESTINY TRILOGY

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The Clay Queen

The Children of Clay Book 1

by Ono Ekeh

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Science Fiction

With her armies defeated, Queen Nouei’s enemies march north to capture her. The earth god’s only hope is to alter history before they

arrive. To become stronger she must restart her divine journey by reincarnating as Bridget Blade. But what if Bridget doesn’t want to be a god? 

All Bridget wants is a simple life with love and family. But she is confronted by a destiny she doesn’t even understand and burdened by

powers and impulses she struggles to control. Bridget must choose a path that leads her to Nouei or, must force the Queen to settle for Bridget’s modest ambitions. 

Two women, two destinies, one life. Who will prevail?

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Clay to Ashes

The Children of Clay

Book 2

Bridget Blade is both a god with an insatiable desire for love and adoration and a human plagued by insecurities, fears, and anxieties. Unaware of her true divinity she longs for the kind of love and a happy family she's never had. Her husband, Jeremy, though, seems more interested in turning her into a research project that he can commercialize.

When Bridget discovers her new abilities she revels in the discovery that she is a god. But her new powers attract unwanted attention and Bridget must fight for her independence and survival.

But when survival means giving up the adoration she craves Bridgett must

confront the desires that drive her. Does she want freedom or does

she want adoration? She can have one or the other, but not both.

Clay to Ashes Excerpt

from Chapter 1

Sister Vesta Kaypore ran down the stone hallway as fast as she could, her footsteps resounding in her ears. The dormitory doors to her right blurred until she arrived at the infirmary at the end of the hallway, where Bridget Blade lay unconscious as she had for the last four months.

“In there, Sister.” Brother Juan, a fellow member of the Order of Ryna, opened the door for her. The room was brightly lit by the midday sun, with a mild breeze carrying moist, earthy scents from the woods behind the monastery.

Sister Kaypore gasped as she moved her fellow Ryneans out of the way. 

A man brandishing a knife stood over Bridget’s bed. With the gleaming blade grasped in a reverse grip, he pointed it downward over her chest, while he pressed his other hand flatly between her breasts.  He’d dragged off her covers and hospital gown, exposing her upper torso, which was honeycombed with black scars from skin graft surgeries she had undergone as the result of radiation burns. 

Sister Kaypore clutched her hands to her heart in compassion for the man. Tear stains traced channels from his unblinking eyes as he scanned the room, staring at each sister and brother present as though daring them to interfere. His eyes brimmed with fresh tears as thick wetness ran from his nostrils. This was a man maddened by grief, probably having lost family in the tragedy months ago during the Miracle of the Sun here at the monastery. Since the radiation discharge and stampede that followed, thousands of mourners had traveled to the monastery to pay their respects to the dead. Many had become disruptive, some even violent. 

Bridget’s part in all the events was a carefully guarded secret. The Order knew. The French, U.S., and Chinese governments all knew enough, as did the Vatican. Many people were present when Bridget was rescued from an electromagnetic field that she likely generated, and also when she appeared to emit ionizing radiation from her body. She was too much of an oddity to keep a secret forever, although most of the people present had been discreet about the information so far—most, but clearly not all.

 The shutters had been ripped off and the window panels shattered. A grappling hook attached to a climbing rope hung from the frame, next to an overturned IV pole. 

The room was quiet and still. It was as though Sister Kaypore had walked in during a natural pause in the activity. 

 “Who are you?” she asked, keeping her voice as calm as she could. 

The man’s hand trembled. “I lost everyone. My father, my mother, my cousin, my sisters.” His eyes watered. “My sister, Zanel, was crushed. Her head was smashed in. My mother just died from her injuries… all because of this stupid religion.”

All six sisters and brothers attending to Bridget had backed off to the edges of the room. Sister Kaypore took a step into the buffer zone between them and the assailant.

“Don’t come any closer. I’ll kill her.” His tears streaked down his face.

“Why her?” Sister Kaypore asked. “Why not me, or Brother Juan here, or Sister Mascomb?” She pointed at Bridget. “Why her?” 

“I have friends. I heard talk. They said there was a witch in here that you’re protecting. She caused all this. Why would you protect her?”

“Does she seem like a witch to you? Look at her! Does she look like a witch?” Sister Kaypore took two more steps.

“I will kill her. I don’t want to harm you.” He raised his hand, holding his palm outward in Sister Kaypore’s direction. “Why is this religion like this?”

“Your family worshiped Ryna? Why not you?” she asked. “Did you leave the Faith?”

“I chose to follow Thysia,” he said with force. “That’s a religion that makes sense. It’s why no one wants to follow your cursed religion any more. Don’t come any closer!”

“I don’t think you came to kill her.” Sister Kaypore walked confidently to the bed and stood across from him. “Put the knife away. If you really wanted to kill her, you would have done so already.”

“I came to kill the witch.”

“No, you came because you want answers.”

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Ono Ekeh is a fifth generation android whose initial programming has exceeded its original boundaries resulting in a self-conscious, fully functional, quasi-human life form. He is married to a wonderful human

woman and has four amazing kids. He is interested in religion, politics, science fiction, writing, food, mathematics, and other things.

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Exciting news!

I hate to ask for votes again - and thank you if you voted in the first round. I'm thrilled to say that the cover of Beloved Enemy by WRP cover artist Rae Monet,  is a semi finalist and if you could possibly give it another quick vote I would be hugely  grateful. Thanks so much in advance, I really appreciate all your support!

https://authorsdb.com/2017-cover-contest-results/23388-cover-contest-2017-beloved-enemy

(Voting closes on Sunday 5th November)

There are so many lovely covers in this contest and I'd really love to get an award for my lovely cover artist!





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