Welcome to Snippet Sunday on Darkling Dreams!
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.
2017 is upon us which means its time for a new set of resolutions and new set of writing goals. Unfortunately, I didn’t finish Fated to Darkness as I had hoped to in December but I’m still plugging away at it. Since I’m not quite sure of my writing goals for the new year just yet, I’m going to continue sharing from Fated to Darkness this month. In February I believe I will be switching to something else brand spanking new. (This is still unedited, other than the look over editing I do before hitting post. Please excuse some errors, and suggestions are welcome.)
This week’s excerpt picks up right where we left off in last week’s snippet. It’s time to see if that threatening vision did the trick, or not. We last left off with these parting words of Ciara’s: “That is what will happen if you continue to defy me, Heir. All those you know and care for will suffer your consequences too. They will die one by one unless you be a good little Heir and do as I say. Is that what you really wish?”
And now for the final installment of Chapter 8: Shifting Fear…
Ciara’s harsh whisper echoed around her, eyes still glued upon the image of her dog lying still in the bright sunshine. Until it faded away before her eyes like the picture on a television screen when a VHS caught and unwound in the VCR, finally leaving her able to see what was really in front of her. Not that that particular scene was any better. Her whole body shook from the terror racking down to her core, tears streaming down pale cheeks flecked with blood. She could feel her insides breaking, a buzzing of angry bees swarming in her ears.
For a moment, the cold of the room no longer seeped into her bones. The dampness didn’t cling to her skin. All thoughts ceased to exist while she stared right through the girl in chains. It felt as if she was suddenly suspended in the air, floating on the edge of an abyssal brink that was creeping upwards to swallow her whole. Sounds, sensations, voices…they were all…detached suddenly.
“No… No, no no no.” The words started as a whisper slipping from her lips, then they started to grow into a panicked chant, tumbling over themselves. She began to shake her head, slowly at first, then faster. Her heart skipped into double time, triple.
Heather hardly even heard Ciara’s voice through the buzzing in her ears. Fear was suffocating her senses; the fear of losing someone so dear to her simply because she knew right from wrong and refused to do the wrong. It clouded all coherent thought for all she could focus on was her dog’s lifeless body in the grass. The image was burned into her mind.
“Torture her.” The words came firmer now, cutting through time’s stand still like a hot knife.
The insistent buzzing in her head lessened though her shaking did not. Waterworks would not stop staining her face and blurring her vision. Her eyes remained locked forward and glassy to the world around her. Dulled senses faintly caught a breeze of movement to her side, then the swish of fabric. Rough hands suddenly clasped over her wrists as a darkened shape bent into her line of sight.
Reality crashed back around her like a rubber band snapped on skin, all senses suddenly heightening beyond comprehension.
Ciara’s annoyed growl grated on her nerves and made her heart skip a beat, finally forced to focus on the present as her eyes fell on a murder-filled dark green gaze. A gasp spilled from her lips as she was yanked forcefully off the floor and dragged for the door, kicking and squirming the whole way in vain against a grip too tight.
“No!” she screeched on instinct. “Mommy! Daddy!”
“Shut up.” The Dark One banged the door back open without even touching it, pulling Heather outside. “You will learn, and you will learn now.”
Terrified eyes locked with the girl’s horrified and saddened ones again, her own pleading look in them now that mirrored the girl’s only a short time ago.
“Be strong,” she whispered, reaching a weak hand toward Heather before the door slammed shut in her face.
And that is where I’m going to leave you folks for a little while, on another cliffhanger. I love my cliffhangers. *Runs* Next month I’m going to pick up with something brand new that I’ve been working on.
Three year old Heather Fraeis is like every other normal toddler. With a loving family, a family dog, and a little bit spoiled.
But fate can be a twisted and cruel friend.
Kidnapped on the night of her fourth birthday by a woman clad in black, Heather is whisked away to a realm that has never been known to exist. Forced into a life she doesn’t want as her kidnapper’s Heir, she comes to find that monsters do in fact exist, nightmares are more than bad dreams, and magic is more than just the thing of fairy tales.
Lies, fear, secrets, and pain await her around every corner. Swallowed whole by the dark path laid out before her, she is forced to fall with no light at the end of the tunnel to give her hope. Until she meets a young boy that may change everything once more for her…
Can Heather defy all the odds and overcome who is she forced to become? Or will it be too late for her to rise above the fate laid before her?
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 have out for free, you can hop on over to my profile on Wattpad and check out what I have to offer. Or if you wish to read my debut release, Embermyst, you can find out more about that in the tabs above. (I’m working on the tabs, bare with me.) I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well. Comments are greatly appreciated, as are the reads. You can also find me on my Facebook author page to keep up to date with all that’s going on in my writing.
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