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Covenant

Covenant Book 3 in the Samsara Chronicles

Pursued by increasingly violent Eletarii minions, Aislinn and Dylan acquire the first and most important talisman necessary to open the celestial gate.

Targeted by Eletarii minions, Aislinn and Dylan are guided to acquire the crystal skull, the core of Aislinn’s past and future power. After a terrifying encounter with the dark forces while spending Christmas at her parents, Aislinn and Dylan accept the perilous journey ahead of them.

EXCERPT:

The skull was approximately the size of a baby’s head and shone with mystical brilliance. She reached into the glass case and placed both her hands on either side of the skull. An overwhelming power surged through her body. For a very brief moment, the spheres appeared and hovered around the glass case as if to convey a message.

Aislinn watched one of the spheres hover over the case while another hummed around her head. She nodded—the message in her mind suddenly clear. She looked at the dealer. “I want to buy it.”

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture betraying his uncertainty. He glanced at the skull almost as though seeking approval. “Young lady, I have other customers waiting. As you know, the price is—”

“I know the price. You want five thousand dollars for it. I want it.” She had no idea why she wanted the skull so badly and thought of her savings that would be eaten up by such a foolish extravagance. To indulge in such a purchase was totally out of character, yet she could not fight the feelings that compelled her.

“I’ll agree only if you can pay cash or by approved debit card,” he told her hesitantly. “And that’s providing I’m able to reach the verification center. The service only operates a few hours a week.”

She nodded—her determination to buy the skull overriding any other consideration. “I can pay with my debit card for both items,” she said, removing the card from her wallet and handing it to him. The dealer paused before lifting the phone to call for approval. She had the distinct impression that he didn’t really want to sell the skull.

The dealer inspected her signature on the card. “You know, I almost hate to let it go. It’s been my companion for many years.”

“How did you come by it?” she asked.

“An old woman left it to me. She was a very dear friend.”

“Then why do you have it on display?”

“I’m getting on in age and have no family. I would hate to see it fall into the wrong hands and hoped the skull would point me to the rightful future owner.”

“How could it tell you that?”

“It can. Would you please place your hands around the skull again?”

She complied and gasped when she noticed her hands glow and become almost transparent. It was almost as if a torch illuminated the flesh from beneath.

The dealer stepped back as light enveloped her and gasped. “It seems I’ve found the rightful owner. You may have the skull. I will not sell it.”

You know, everyone, Christian and non Christians at one time or another focus on the apocalypse. Movies, books, articles, prophecies, psychic predictions, Nostradamus, the Mayan calendar, focus on it. There has been many a movie based on the world’s end. The Bible talks about it in Revelations and various other scriptures.

But can anyone really predict it? Will it happen at the end of 2012 as some like to predict according to the Mayan calendar. But researching it, apparently there is nothing written about it in the Mayan hieroglyphic writings. So, what causes people to focus on the end of the world? Is it because of our economy? So many are struggling to make ends meet. Prices are sky rocketing. In some places, housing is becoming more unaffordable by the day. Times are tough, and it’s common for humanity to blame higher, unseen powers.

What do I think, personally? Whatever is happening in our world is man’s doing. It has nothing to do with prophecies, predictions, etc. The world is millions of years old and I believe it will continue to be around for a very long time. There will be catastrophes, yes. Possibly, although I hope not, more wars, maybe even another third world war. And who knows, one day we may experience an alien invasion. I don’t think anything is impossible. Look at Jules Verne, Twenty-Thousand Leagues under the Sea. I doubt anyone in their right mind believed when he wrote his books that travel beneath the sea would ever be possible. His novel Paris in the Twentieth Century, talks about a young man who lives in a world of glass skyscrapers, high-speed trains, gas-powered automobiles, etc. From the Earth to the Moon, to name just a few of his books. Did I ever imagine as a child that man would set foot on the moon?

It’s interesting that many of the things he wrote about have come to fruition. So who knows what the future holds in store for us all. I’d love to be able to come back in a hundred years or so. Right now, I just look at how everything has changed from when I was a child. And maybe someone will really invent time-travel. Wouldn’t that be something?

EOS

Wow, it’s the 30th already, where does time go? Here is an excerpt from book 1 in this series. The first book is basically like a prolog. It is the most romantic piece in the whole series and the most sensual, but integral to the story. The Samsara Chronicles really are not erotic. They’re futuristic, fantasy, science fiction with elements of romance.

Excerpt from Book 1 in the Samsara Chronicles

Seanna snuggled against the pillows and drifted off, the background sounds of Blake in the shower a receding whisper. She felt herself sinking into cotton wool silence, her head spinning beyond the effects of the single glass of Merlot she had at dinner. Embraced by a warm spectral breeze, her hair billowed in an auburn veil. Invisible hands gently directed her like a falling leaf into an aura of brilliant light tinged with ethereal hues of blush pink, rose and mauve. Seanna reached out in awe to embrace the shimmering sea of color. Silken to the touch, it caressed her bare skin. A sensation of bliss infused her.

She drifted onto a field of gossamer grass. Surrounded by a pastoral landscape, her gaze followed the undulation of verdant hills and riotously blooming meadows. Such was the intensity of colors and fragrances that she felt she could touch and even taste them. The peace and serenity of the wondrous landscape enveloped her with an infinite sense of well being. Snowy birds with cascading silver-specked tails soared in an endless azure sky.

“Where am I?” she whispered.

A breathy voice answered. Behold your destiny, my child.

A floral perfumed breath whispered against her ear. Seanna watched a swirling mist appear. Soft, tinkling music danced on the wings of the breeze. She discerned shapes, glass balls that resembled fragile soap bubbles like the ones she used to blow as a child, some large, some smaller. They pirouetted toward her in a graceful ballet. A vague figure formed in the center of the mist cloud. It waxed and waned, teasing her with fleeting glimpses of a body, a face, then quickly disappeared as though embraced by an evening fog.

Seanna tried to rise from the velvety grass but spectral arms guided her back. She lay on the pliant blades and felt a delicious languor overcome her. Rays of sunlight caressed her body, arousing her until every nerve on her body cried for release. Her flesh pimpled, her nipples hardened. Eagerly, she spread herself open to embrace the golden light. The spheres hovered around her and glided against her skin. Phantom hands raised her legs and played against her flesh like a master pianist.

About the Samsara Chronicles

I guess I’ll start by writing a bit about The Samsara Chronicles and how they started and why these stories are so special to us. They were actually two big books. Quite a few years ago I had a dream/vision. Yes, I am psychic, although I don’t practice as a psychic. At that time, I got up at 5.30 every morning. Since I worked from home, I’d have a break for an hour or so in the afternoon. I’d lie down on the couch and would just rest for a bit, meditate, think up new stories. One afternoon, I had a vision of clear orbs/spheres and a booming voice invited me to enter one. That was the first time and I didn’t quite know what it meant. I wrote it down in my notebook. Some years later, a voice spoke to me and basically outlined what was the beginning of these books. I was surprised because I wrote contemporary romance, a little paranormal, but not fantasy or science fiction.

I started writing and writing. Most afternoons my writer guide came to me and either presented me with visions or spoke to me. His name was David. I got to about 70,000 words when he told me to involve my friend, Diana Kemp. Diana was and is a science fiction and horror writer. I told Diana and she agreed to co author with me. We tackled the book from chapter one. Diana, too, began to have dreams and visions and between us, we created The Samsara Chronicles.

Both of us became very busy with various other projects and the series languished, gathered dust. I think my writer guide, David, got fed up with us. Until lately. I don’t know if it was him, but I was told that those stories needed to be published. I contacted Diana, who is now a successful screen writer and very much involved in the film industry, and she agreed. It was a shame to let all our work go to waste. We resurrected the books, edited and optimized them, and they will be published again this year as a series in e-book format. We’re excited, especially now that e-books have so taken off. We separated the books into the chronicles because they’re much easier to read than big books on various readers and phones. I will be posting an excerpt on a daily basis for the next fourteen days.