Snippet Sunday: February 21, 2016

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Where writers come together to share a few sentences (8-10) of their current project — whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.

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Today is a certain special day to me, I’m not going to say what, but because of it there shall be a surprise at the bottom of this post. (And no you cannot just scroll all the way down to see what. Read first. LOL!)

I am going to continue on with the first book in the Dark Heir Chronicles yet, Fated to Darkness. Next month I believe I might switch to something different for March, and then flip back to this in April as motivation for Camp NaNo. I think. Unless I end up rolling with this through April — which is a long time — then switch in between the two Camp months to something else.

Previously on Sunday Snippets: Four year old Heather had been kidnapped from her home by a woman clad in black and whisked off to another realm where she found her kidnapper wanted her to be her Heir. But not just any Heir. After being locked up and put through a ritual that has changed her and her life forever — though she does not yet know it — she has found herself in a small bare essential room with a tiny bathroom, and her new mentor has instructed her to clean herself up and be ready in ten minutes. Having talked of what Ciara finally wants of her, she is now left in her first lesson under her mentor.

Picking up right where I left off from last week’s snippet as Heather still tries to grasp the concept of magic.

(Some sentences may have been creatively edited and punctuated to try to fit the ten sentence limit. I’m over, again. Can we just agree that my snippets will always be a little longer but not too long?)


The final up of pain, the lash out that caused Heather to thrash around finally did it. With a shrill scream, that rush burst forth from her small quivering form. She felt the adrenaline-like flow ebb through her veins at a fast course, like a plug on a hose had been let free. The force of the sudden rush made her entire body tingle. A loud crack sounded out from Heather as a dark grey flash erupted from her body.

The flash of grey acted like a wave of energy, pulsing through the room like an atomic bomb dropped. It struck Ciara and pushed her back a little before the Dark One’s own shield shoved it away from her.

Ciara let the curses drop, freeing Heather of the intense pain finally and she gasped in relief. She curled up on herself, shaking violently and crying silently now. That thrill was still humming through her and she could feel it prickling at her palms. Was this the magic she wanted her to call up?

“Good,” Ciara smiled. “Now call it up as I said.”

Against her better judgment, she picked her head up slowly to look at her captor. Her face was nearly white from enduring the pain and from her terror, eyes wide in fright and quivering with unshed tears.

“Get up and call it up,” Ciara repeated, her voice stern with the promise of what she would do if Heather did not obey this time.

However, Heather didn’t move. It wasn’t until she felt the first pricks of a curse again that she whimpered and forced herself up. She stumbled and fell back down though, crying out and reaching a hand to hold her side when she felt a sharp pain stab through her ribs.

“Up,” she snapped, un-amused now.

“I-It hurts.”

A short burst of fire thrummed through Heather again at the warning curse, making her scream in surprise and pain.


She could feel the rush still running through her and she shakily looked up again, tears started to stream down her cheeks again. She knew better than to challenge the woman another time though. Slowly, and shakily, she climbed to her knees, and then to her feet, wincing loudly in pain as she did so.

“Call it up,” Ciara instructed, smirking smugly that the child was listening now.

For a second, Heather whimpered, not knowing how yet. She held her hand out palm up though, trembling violently in fear and pain. For a few long, tense moments nothing happened as she tried to picture the same thing she had done, tried to focus on that hum she was feeling inside her.

Then it finally happened.


Cliffhanger! Now as for the surprise I mentioned, here is the first look at the cover I created for this first book!

Fated to Darkness Cover Final

This story is not yet on Wattpad because it is my baby that I hope to publish one day, and if no one will publish me, I am self publishing. But it’s also not on Wattpad because it’s in first draft phases yet. So there will be no “if you wish to read more…”

However! If you wish to read anything else that I do have finished, you can hop on over to my profile on Wattpad and check out what I have to offer. I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well. Comments are greatly appreciated, as are the reads.

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