Deadman's
Blood
by T. Lynne Tolles
BLURB:
As
the dust settles from the destruction of the Bloodstone Heart, a small scroll
that had been hidden in the hearth of the altar room for hundreds of years,
reveals a prophecy that seems to be about the Larsen family. While the group
tries to unravel the riddles of the prophecy they also start to notice they've
acquired some interesting new powers from the Bloodstone itself, some of which
are going to take some getting use to.
Darby
and Devon head to Ireland
What's
so important about the altar room? Why are people dying in the name of this
prophecy? Will the Larsen's survive these new tragedies? These questions and
other deep seated secrets will be revealed in this final installment of the
Blood Series.
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EXCERPT:
“Move over, Dean…I’m starving,” Mark said
as he grabbed hordes of food, filling his plate. “As for Alyssa, oh, she has a
power, all right.” He looked at Dominic and said, “What is it called when you
can float in the air?”
“Levitating?” Dominic said.
“Yes. Levitation…that’s what Alyssa’s
power is,” Mark said.
“What? What are you talking about?” Alyssa
asked.
“You. When I turned back into a person
this morning, I walked into the bedroom and found you sleeping above the bed -
two to three feet above the bed. I made some stupid comment to myself about a
mon…I mean a furry little creature and ‘poof’ I turned again.”
“What were you before you were a monk…”
Blake was interrupted by Mark sticking his fingers in his ears and singing
“LaLaLaLaaaaaLa. I can’t hear you saying anything. Laalaaaalalalalaaaaaalaa.”
“Okay. Okay…I get it.”
Mark took his fingers out of his ears and
continued, “I was a…” and then he put his elbows tight to the sides of his body
and with his hands near his shoulders he made a waving motion, like he had some
kind of strange wings.
Dean said, “You were a Faerie?”
“No, moron. Faeries aren’t animals. I was
an insect that…” Then he continued the strange motion with his hands.
Blake said, “An insect that…flies?”
Mark touched his index finger to his nose.
“Didn’t I swat at a...” Rowan started to
say and Mark raised an eyebrow at her with a warning. “Didn’t I swat at
something at dinner last night?”
Mark answered, “Yes, you did and you
nearly knocked me out cold. So from now on, if you see an insect or animal and
I’m not standing right next to you, don’t kill it, smash it, or swat at it. It
could be me.” His voice almost squeaked as he made his point.
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AUTHOR INFORMATION:
T.
Lynne Tolles can be found most days, juggling one of two cat muses and a
laptop, tripping over a Newfoundland
Her
passion for witches, ghosts, and vampires together with a light-hearted wit are
reflected in her loveable characters and the adventures of mystery they unravel
to find their happily ever after.
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