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For Alexis and Alex life has been great. They have loving parents, great friends and live a life every teenager dreams. However, they are adopted and Alexis struggles with wanting to know who their real parents are and not wanting to hurt her adopted parents. Then, a stunning guy moves across the street from them. One who has a secret past and seems to know things about Alexis. One who does mysterious things and leads her to other mysterious persons. One who pushes her to discover her extraordinary birth family and the truth between mythology and religion.
Book #2
Alexis must pick up the broken pieces of her heart and pull herself together because she has a mission: To awaken the sleeping gods. When she is at the point of giving up, wearing her pretend smiles and feels like there is nothing left of herself, her friend becomes her savior. Patryck helps put Alexis back together again and in return Alexis sees him as something more than a friend…
Together with her brother, Alex, her father, Edmund, and a team of angels they make their way to Mount Latmos, to awaken the gods. But obstacles are in their way, one of them being Cole, the traitor, the one who shattered Alexis’ heart.
New friends and family she never thought she would meet will come to aid Alexis.
… And a love will blossom that will redefine the saying, “Love you forever.”
Book #3
Lexi has fulfilled her destiny and now the gods have awakened, but is that a good thing?
Now, Lexi lives in a world that is on a global collapse. The gods are angry that they have been forsaken and are seeking revenge on humanity. The oceans are in turmoil, tornadoes, earthquakes, hurricanes, volcano eruptions and famine are causing global chaos, and the sun is being held hostage in an astrological phenomenal, never-ending solar eclipse by the avenging Helios.
Then, there is the problem of Zeus’ threat. Lexi must choose between giving herself to him or watching the “abominable” angels die by his hand. Not to mention, Hera, Zeus’ wife, is proposing her own jealous-driven proposition to Lexi: stay away from her husband or the angels and everyone dear to her will die. Lexi sees no way out of either predicaments and it puts a strain on her relationship with Cole. Will she lose him either way?
GUEST POST
Eternal fascination of the Mythology
Mythology has been a passion of mine since I was a little girl. I love the stories, I love how so much of the mythologies are the same (except for Roman, which was a rip-off from Greek), I love how a lot of the characters were actual historical figures, which makes you wonder how much more truth there is.
I really believe that, though maybe not the supernatural aspects, there are a lot of truths to the mythologies. Was Zeus, Hera, Apollo, Poseidon, Hades, etc. real people? Possibly. Why not? Maybe they were illustrious figures that left such an impression doing outrageous deeds that their stories were spun into these fantastical tales we have today.
Take Cadmus, for example. He was known as the creditor to the Phoenician Alphabet, which later was adapted to the Greek Alphabet. Why not, right? Someone had to do it. Or how about these Greek mythology personas: Libya, Memphis, Aegyptus, Europa, Sparta, and the list could go on and on. These are all names of places. According to myth, these places were named after the people. So the question is what came first; the place or the name?
Mythology was used as a history lesson no less than 2000 years ago, until the birth of Christianity. Even with the growth of the Catholic Church, Saints appeared with the same supernatural aspects and similar stories of the ancient mythological gods. Again, I’ll take Cadmus for example. He supposedly fought off a dragon; Saint George fought a dragon. Just one example. We still use these tales today, not as a history lesson, but as a morals lesson. There is still something about mythology today that seems important to teach in our schools.
In Lunangelique, I merge mythology and religion as it’s merged throughout the years. If it’s possible to believe any one deity existence (God), then who is to say they can’t all exists? This is what I’m trying to impart in my writings.
Oh, and this is coming from a Catholic, so those who may be offended by assuming I’m trying to dissent Religion would be wrong. I’m just open to possibilities.
EXCERPT:
He laughs at me like I have
said the funniest joke in the world. I keep my face neutral, not wanting to
show any emotions while he finally collects himself. “You are amusing. Aren’t you afraid? Why do you not fear me? Do you know
what I have done to Kakabel? What I intend to do to you?”
I shrug my shoulders,
wanting to appear as calm as possible. “I won’t be scared if I tell myself
there is nothing to fear. You cannot hurt me because I will tell myself not to
feel pain. I don’t know what you did to my art professor so I won’t know what
you will do to me.” I play him with words because I know he won’t understand.
“Where are your wings?” he
demands, angry now because I’m not giving anything away.
“What this?” I nod my chin
to the necklace around my neck. He comes forward and yanks it off my neck.
“Hey, I like that,” I whine like a spoiled child.
“Malachi,” he calls towards
the other room. In a few seconds, Malachi is by his side. He takes Cole’s wings
that Cerviel hands him and studies it before laughing. “I thought you would
like that.” Malachi throws it on the floor and stomps on it. “Go back to
Samson,” Cerviel orders him. Malachi is gone in the blink of an eye, leaving me
alone with Cerviel again.
“That’s my necklace.” I
pout. “There’s no reason to treat it that way.”
“It will hurt your lover,”
he informs me with a malicious smile. “If you will not cooperate, then we will
torture him.”
“How?” I challenge him.
“His wings,” he indicates
to the necklace lying on the floor, “contains a link to him. They’re still
connected even though they’re not attached. If you hurt one, then you hurt the
other.”
“You’re insane.” I act like
his notions are ridiculous.
“Want to test it out?” he
picks it up and places his hands on either end like he’s about to twist it or
break it in two.
“No!” I scream, terrified
that what he says is true.
Games up. I lost this
match. Sugar snaps!
“What are you?” he asks
again patiently. He takes a chair and places it in front of me. Then, he sits
down, folding his legs and hands as they rest on his leg. He’s acting like this
is a normal conversation over tea with a friend.
“Can I have some water,
please?” I’m trying to buy some time to get away.
“After you answer my
questions,” he answers.
“Are you going to let me go
after I do?”
“It depends on if I like
your answers.” He smiles sweetly at me. “What are you?”
“A girl who is starting to
get pissed off that you keep asking me that, like I’m a freaking alien or
something!” I scream it at him. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm
down when I feel a slap across my face. My eyes dart open and I glare at him
angrily. I taste blood on the side of my mouth. He stares at the wound and I
see a light bulb go off in his eyes. He grins wickedly at me and then produces
a switch blade from his pocket.
“Let’s see how much of a
pissed off girl you really can be,” he mocks me and then plunges the knife into
my hand, impaling it into the arm of the chair I was gripping. My eyes bulge
open in shock and horror and I want to scream, but I tell my nerves not to feel
anything and my hand goes dead of feeling. I’m so glad right now that I’m a
freak.
He watches my expression
change with amusement and then looks lethal again when I don’t scream out. I
drum the fingers of my other hand on the arm of the chair. Acting like I’m
bored with this act.
“Where are your wings?”
Cerviel demands of me.
“I don’t have any wings you
freakin’ lunatic. I’m just a girl.” I start laughing because my hand not
responding to being impaled is a pretty sure sign that I am not human. I feel
psychotic in the moment. I think shock is setting in and I cannot control it. I
just continue to laugh at him.
His face breaks out in uncontrolled angry grimace and then
he pulls the knife out of my hand and plunges it into my chest. I feel it tear
through the arteries of my heart. I’m so shocked he did it that I stop
breathing, which ends my laughter.
“Go and find her brother,” I hear him bark at someone before
I black out again.
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About the author:
Currently living in Utah with her husband and two children, Kristin is prior military and has pursued Religion, History and Legal Studies before finally settling with a Bachelor degree in Criminal Justice. She is a self-proclaimed workaholic, who also loves hiking, traveling, spoiling her babies and, of course, reading and writing.
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