Destiny
Cornerstone
Deep
Book
3
Charlene
A. Wilson
Genre:
Paranormal/light sci-fi/ Fantasy
Publisher:
Spectrum Publishing
Date
of Publication: May 11, 2015
ISBN
10: 0989984656
ISBN
13: 978-0-9899846-5-2
ASIN:
B00W35XAY8
Number
of pages: 200
Word
Count: 52,886
Cover
Artist: Charlene A. Wilson
Book
Description:
Angels,
Gods, High Ones… Could anything else find its way into the prophecy
caused by their father, Sylis Shilo, the renowned realm traveler?
Vincent understands there were things in his father’s work he
wasn’t privy to simply because his soul was too young, but how
could this be kept a secret from even his brothers? The more he
learns, the more he’s glad he hadn’t known.
The
sentinels of Cornerstone Deep are in for their most difficult
challenge yet. The portal to the Spectrum of the Realms must be
sealed, and punishments must be carried out. Will the Gods take all
that is dear to Vincent, James, and Cole Shilo?
“Flesh
cannot take away that which our souls have united.”
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Excerpt:
Stars
blinked, and Vincent scowled at the firmament. They mocked him—tiny
gems as out of his reach as the treasure he sought. With a snarl, he
scanned the area around the empty town square, whirled to face
Simpson drive, and then jabbed his hand toward the deserted street of
the city’s east side.
“Orvertre!”
The
summoning command echoed through the night and then ebbed into the
quiet atmosphere with no result.
A
frog croaked from Center Creek somewhere within the park to his
right. The urban green rustled and deep shadows waved as the breeze
whispered along the tall border hedges. A cat padded from an alley
between the north side commerce onto the sidewalk and then looked his
way. The dim streetlight reflected in its eyes, two silver discs that
taunted alongside the night sky.
With
a growl, he punched his frustration into the air. Blue neon flashed
from his fist. The bolt highlighted the crimson brick storefronts and
plowed into the street with a resounding blast. Asphalt bulleted the
commerce, shattering glass behind the barred windows, and pelted the
granite griffin perched on top of the corner archway of the entrance
to Shilo Park.
The
cat darted back the way it came.
Vincent
snarled. Turning toward the city center, he clenched his jaw and
glared around the empty court. How many times have I tried to summon
the Mother Earth beads from here already? Every faithful follower of
the gods had come to witness the absence of Gryffin. When they left,
the park was in shambles. It took three weeks to pick up all the
rubble and return the vegetation to its rightful state. He glanced
over his shoulder at the stone gargoyle. The god of conformance
couldn’t have made a more striking statement with that
disappearance act—and the beads couldn’t have been lost at a
worst time. Anyone could have stashed them away, thrilled to find
such a keep.
Vincent
ground his teeth together so hard his temples ached. Humidity
thickened the early summer night and carried the sulfuric odor from
the west side industries. It coated his senses with added irritation.
Where was the floral scent of Shilo Park? He needed the sweet comfort
it held.
Releasing
his breath, he whispered a vow he didn’t intend to sustain.
“Elaina, you will never touch another magical charm as long as you
live.”
He
glanced at his watch and sighed an anxious breath. I need to get
home.
How
long before his brothers questioned his excursions? How long could he
keep the disappearance of the relic a secret?
Furling
his cape, he dispersed his elements into a fine mist. He allowed his
dark essence to meander as he flew the length of the boulevard,
recalling the crowded scene. Pilgrimage buggies, tents, covered
wagons; they were only a portion of the massive gathering of faithful
that had finally cleared the area.
Irritation
rippled his essence. With a growl, he conceded failure and headed
over the southern apricot orchards to Shilo Manor.
About
the Author:
Charlene
A. Wilson is an author of tales that take you to other dimensions.
She weaves magic, lasting love, and intrigue to immerse you into the
lives of her characters.
She
began writing in her early teens when her vivid dreams stayed with
her long after she had them. The characters and worlds were so
amazing she brought them to life through her books.
Charlene
resides in a small community in Arkansas, USA, with her two beautiful
daughters, husband, a cuddly Pekingese, and a very chatty cockatiel
named Todder.
Author
site: http://CharleneAWilson.com
Twitter:
http://twitter.com/AuthorCAWilson
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