Can I get a "What, what!" Woot!!
Aaaand so....
I got back word from my Publisher yesterday, and guess what?
(Insert screaming teenage voice here) IF DEATH SHOULD LOVE ME , WILL BE RELEASED ON JULY 8TH!!!!!!! AAAAHHHHH!!!!
So here is the 4-1-1;My Publisher and I are giving away 5 ARC PDF copies for those that may have an interest in reading the story. If interested in an ARC copy, please just email me, or leave a comment here with your request and we'll get it off to you as soon as it's ready.
Thanks a million everyone!
Here's a little excerpt for your enjoyment while the story is on the shelves:
C. Desert Rose
From behind the think mystical curtain that divided the natural from the divine, Parí watched and listened, just as she'd be instructed. She marveled at the way humanity went about their lives unaware of the world that stood almost hand and hand with their own.
Her lips curled slightly at the thought of the skeptics, atheists and conservatives that made it a point of telling the world that faith in such things was ridiculous and if there was a god, he certainly did not care about humanity. How wrong they were! There was a god! Two of them. The Alpha and the Omega. The beginning and the end. The first and the last. Two in one and one in two. Male and female. The Higher Sources.More than that, they cared. They cared like no other creation cared about humanity. They'd created them. How could they not care?
Angels such as herself could see why. Others, unfortunately did not. Others like Gabriel. Be that as it may, Parí could see past the inanimate mobility of the human condition. They simple did not know. Some had an idea, but most could not even fathom the grander that was the unseen world that touched theirs. In these things, she could not blame them for promenading about aloof. In time everyone encountered the reality of the world in which they lived. In time.Yet, she reveled in the movement of it. Like a child in the cinema she watched, with wonder she gazed in appreciation.
Parí stood post, just as her Majesties had assigned. Her two charges completely unaware of her presence. This was good. She supposed that they had never even realized the few times she did show herself to them.On occasion she would appear to them in an inconspicuous form: she needed it—the interaction. It made it easier for her to look into their eyes and awe at what she saw therein. Their calling. Their 'fate'.
I got back word from my Publisher yesterday, and guess what?
(Insert screaming teenage voice here) IF DEATH SHOULD LOVE ME , WILL BE RELEASED ON JULY 8TH!!!!!!! AAAAHHHHH!!!!
So here is the 4-1-1;My Publisher and I are giving away 5 ARC PDF copies for those that may have an interest in reading the story. If interested in an ARC copy, please just email me, or leave a comment here with your request and we'll get it off to you as soon as it's ready.
Thanks a million everyone!
Here's a little excerpt for your enjoyment while the story is on the shelves:
C. Desert RoseFrom behind the think mystical curtain that divided the natural from the divine, Parí watched and listened, just as she'd be instructed. She marveled at the way humanity went about their lives unaware of the world that stood almost hand and hand with their own.
Her lips curled slightly at the thought of the skeptics, atheists and conservatives that made it a point of telling the world that faith in such things was ridiculous and if there was a god, he certainly did not care about humanity. How wrong they were! There was a god! Two of them. The Alpha and the Omega. The beginning and the end. The first and the last. Two in one and one in two. Male and female. The Higher Sources.More than that, they cared. They cared like no other creation cared about humanity. They'd created them. How could they not care?
Angels such as herself could see why. Others, unfortunately did not. Others like Gabriel. Be that as it may, Parí could see past the inanimate mobility of the human condition. They simple did not know. Some had an idea, but most could not even fathom the grander that was the unseen world that touched theirs. In these things, she could not blame them for promenading about aloof. In time everyone encountered the reality of the world in which they lived. In time.Yet, she reveled in the movement of it. Like a child in the cinema she watched, with wonder she gazed in appreciation.
Parí stood post, just as her Majesties had assigned. Her two charges completely unaware of her presence. This was good. She supposed that they had never even realized the few times she did show herself to them.On occasion she would appear to them in an inconspicuous form: she needed it—the interaction. It made it easier for her to look into their eyes and awe at what she saw therein. Their calling. Their 'fate'.
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