(Book 3 of the Ravenswynd Series)
For Elizabeth and Emrys, an enchanting trip to the Hebrides brings not only magnificent sights, but another prophecy, and as always it comes in the form of a mystifying, rhyming riddle. Although somewhat disturbing, Lizzy is sidetracked by urgent questions regarding her own visions, but later, while visiting the mysterious Callanish Stones, Sibelle’s chilling words come back to her: “One final slash brings forth the flood…Two feet will stand upon the blood.” Elizabeth is filled with an eerie dreadful sense of foreboding; when will this happen, will they know ahead of time, will someone actually die? Back home, life takes on a normal flow, and the prophecy is all but forgotten. As time passes, Elizabeth begins to wonder if Sibelle’s prophecy was incorrect… But she’d forgotten one thing: Sibelle is never wrong… and sometimes evil returns when you least expect it.
Targeted Age Group:: YA and up
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
My inspiration came from a very realistic dream where I felt, saw, and heard every aspect of being bitten and turned…so naturally, the story had to continue after book one and two, where my characters experienced exactly that.
This is book three, and we continue follow Lizzy in her life as a vampire, where she finally learns some very useful skills.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
All of the characters we’ve seen in books one and two are here, as well as a couple new “friends”, one of them being their beloved Prophetess. I pictured Sibelle as Lizzy would have, but she was wrong; I then created someone exactly the opposite as she’d imagined. And it was so fun! Sibelle is one of my favorite violet-eyed vampires!
Book Sample
At first his laugh was quiet, but it sounded strange; it mocked me.
What the flaming hell? And then it hit me. Like a fierce and unmerciful punch in the stomach. Tensing up, I froze.
He’s back!
And the moment Rohan realized I had recognized him, he no longer suppressed his contemptuous snicker. The sudden recognition sent caustic waves crashing through me. With a loud gasp, my mind reeled, mortified at the sound of his continued laughter.
This could not be happening! How did he get in here? Please let this be a nightmare!
How did he get so close as to be able to… get his hands on me? Seething with rage and fear, skin crawling at his unwelcomed touch, I wrenched free and jumped up, shuddering in revulsion. My skin burned searing hot as if his hands were still there. Unnerved and exposed, I wrapped my arms around myself. His loathsome laugh grew even more wicked as he observed my reaction. His expression mocked me with nefarious glee. My hatred for him intensified by the second.
With a gloating tone, he smirked, “Why Scarlett, didn’t you miss me?”
“How dare you! Just who do you think you are?” I yelled, enraged. “Get the hell out of my room – now!” I pointed a shaking finger at the door in an attempt to appear bold and fearless.
Oh my God! The door! Where’s my bodyguard?
I tried to remain as steady as possible, yet my insides quaked. My heartbeat was wild and my blood boiled through my veins like molten lava.
“Well now, my lovely Scarlett,” he began. His eyes darted down at my chest. “I bet no one ever told you that a large part of this wing used to belong to my family,” he announced, sweeping his arms out wide. With a sideways glance he added, “Of course, that was before Ambrose killed my father.” The venom in his voice was unmistakable, reminding me of the hatred he held for the Bertrand family. I took a step back as he went on. “So you see, in reality, Ravenswynd is still my home. I belong here.”
“That has nothing to do with me. I think you had better leave before Emrys gets back,” I said sternly, hoping my eyes didn’t betray me. And then, forcing myself to sound calm and convincing, I added, “He should be home any minute.” I couldn’t afford to let him hear an edge in my voice, and I swallowed hard.
“Ah, pretty little Scarlett, you are such a bad liar.” He took a step closer, eyeing my chest again. Wishing I hadn’t been wearing my sheer gown, I tried covering myself with my arms and took another step backwards.
“I know for a fact your husband is nowhere near Ravenswynd. The council hasn’t yet settled on their most recent disputes. I spoke to one of the members only a few hours ago. They plan to reconvene early tomorrow morning.” Raising an eyebrow he continued even more scornfully, “I guess our esteemed leader is just too busy to call his beautiful wife.” He reached out and touched my chin, but I yanked my head away with a jerk.
Racking my brain, thinking of ways to get out of this mess, I recalled some of the things that Emrys had taught me during my self-defense lessons. Frantically, I went over them in my mind: Keep your head – literally, but also emotionally. Sometimes winning requires more than just the ability to defend oneself, you must also be sure to control your anger. Rage could push you to make errors in judgment. I realized then that I needed to rein in my anger – and terror, so that Rohan would not get the upper hand. I quickly decided to engage him in a few questions, hoping a diversion would give me time to think.
“How did you get in here, anyway?” I asked, telling myself all the while: breathe -think this through – you can do this. I took another step back.
His revolting snicker made me cringe as he said, bragging, “Your new security measures are ridiculous. They didn’t slow me down a bit. And besides, I lived here long enough to know all the secret passageways, and I found all the flaws in your system. By the way,” he added, cold and unconcerned, “you will find you need to hire a few new guards. It was pretty stupid to employ a measly human for the gatehouse. They are so easy to take down. And the big one – just outside of your door… what a pity.”
Oh my God! He really did kill my bodyguard! My heart sank and I bit my tongue, trying to maintain a calm exterior. My insides were on fire, and sweat trickled down my back. But I couldn’t let him see me squirm. Breathe! He didn’t have an ounce of remorse. I could see that his blind arrogant pride made him that much more dangerous. It showed me how determined he truly was – that he still planned to use me to destroy Emrys; that he would stop at nothing to reach his ultimate goal. Nothing short of death would ever make him stop.
“And speaking of easy,” he went on, sneering, “that pathetic wench and her annoying mutt…”
I lost my composure and screamed, “If you hurt Kelsey, I’ll…” Taking a shaky step forward I raised my hand to slap him.
“You’ll what?” he smirked, latching onto my wrist with an iron grip.
With his other hand he reached into his pocket, pulled out Kelsey’s chain and twirled it in a taunting circle. The keys jangled together making my ears ring. The sour tang of stomach acid rose up in my throat as the horror seized me. Dizziness alternated with grief and rage as I imagined poor Kelsey – injured… or…dead?
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