Hey guys,
Hope all is well.I know I haven't posted recently mostly because work and life is really hectic at the moment. Just to keep you updated, yes, I am working on Suppressed. No, I still do not have an official release date BUT it will be this summer. Mostly likely sometime in July. Aside from the first few chapters the book will be in Arelia's point of view and whatever other character she morphs into :P. Louis is back in this book ( I know some of you missed him in Oppressed) More secrets, spirits and angst. Here is a little teaser (It is unedited and can change before the publication of book 5!)
For we wrestle not
against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against
the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high
places.
The Holy Bible (KJV)
Ephesians 6:12
Chapter One
He
Darkwood Plantation,
New Orleans, 1853
During the Death of
Cecile LaNuit
My body trembled as fat bone chilling raindrops soaked my
flimsy cotton dress. A ripple of goose bumps slowly crawled their way up my
slender back and filled me with grotesque delight and exhilaration. Wild wolves
howled, owls hooted and snakes dramatically hissed foreshadowing what was about
to take place. I yanked a thick snake off of a nearby oak branch and draped it around
my neck. A low chuckle escaped my lips as the reptile slithered its fork like tongue
in and out of my left ear.
The scene that played out in front of my very eyes was one I
had longed for. I had dreamed of and undoubtedly
deserved after what seemed like an eternity of careful calculation and
patience. It was vengeance at its finest
and the start of what would be my promised rule. He had
been right. The greatest freedom fighter and savior of the suppressed had
promised me this day and he hadn’t
let me down. I dug my bare toes into the damp ground relishing the feel of the pointy
thorns and thick mud that clung to my moist skin.
I hid behind the rickety wood door and focused my attention
on the pathetic figure that was sprawled helplessly on the filthy cabin floor.
She had always been a stubborn, self-sacrificing pacifist. Naive Cecile refused
to fight back when she could have easily done so. She was weak, vile and wholly
unworthy of everything she had been privileged with and that is why she was
laying with her face in a pile of mud surrounded by an angry wolf pack.
I had spent years quietly analyzing her features, the way
she moved, the pitch of her voice, the tone and texture of her skin. I knew
everything about her. The width of her mouth, the thickness of her eyelashes,
the size of her corset, the length of her fingers and every one of her many
irritating habits that should have made others abhor her rather than love her.
What was it about her? What made her better than me? Was it the shade
of her skin, the color of her eyes or the blood that flowed through her veins? But most puzzling of all why did he want her out of the way? Why was he threatened by her?
It wasn’t my place to question him but I figured it had something
to do with her very soul. Her very spirit that made the loa willingly help, guide and protect her. That spirit needed to be
eradicated. He had promised me if I
got rid of her I would have full control and complete ´power over New Orleans
and a permanent position of power within his New World Order. As far as I knew he never broke his promises. When I was down on my knees, he was
the only one who gave me the strength to fight. When my soul was as scarred and
bruised as my back he gave me the wisdom to understand that I was more than
just a lowly slave destined for a life of servitude and constant humiliation.
After all, he had been the one who had inspired me with this
brilliant plan. To get rid of Cecile I would need to suppress her spirit in a manner
so brutal that it would never find its way back to this side ever again. There
was only one way to do that and I had done it. Kill the light. Her light. Kill
hope. Her hope. Lucus. And tie her to a soul that will make sure to keep her in
eternal misery. Edmond. I had promised Edmond Cecile but I never said I would
deliver her alive… He would just have to wait until he met her on the other
side.
You see, most people naively believe that the spirit world
is a myth. A fairy tale invented by savages to make up for their lack of
scientific knowledge. But I knew it was real. The real myth was the world of
flesh and blood. What happened to your spirit after death was vastly more
important than what your physical body did on any given day. The spirit was
eternal and the flesh was disposable.
Raataaaaaa Raaataaaa
Raaataaa.
The sound of raindrops pounding against the cabin roof grew louder and I
leaned in closer. The crack of a whip cut through the tense atmosphere. A waft
of metallic blood mingled with the murky smell of the earth crept up my
nostrils.
Madame LaPlante stood
over Cecile. In proper lady like manner she adjusted her peach satin nightgown and
brushed away the loose strand of hair that had escaped from her otherwise immaculate
bun. Her pretty wide eyes appeared demonic and a vengeful smirk danced on her
lips as she dished out the first lash. I admired her force and the way she ruthlessly
administered the blow. She did it without flinching without getting any dirt on
her gown. I knew right then and there
that she could be useful. Very useful…
Another tune which doesn't go with the teaser at all but...
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