Another thing that most of my new readers/fans of the bloodbreeder's don't know, is they can actually go to Burkett, Texas...see the round, above ground tomb where Martin first took Renee and other things around the area, and that tomb truly is where old Doc Hill buried his wife... follow her journey through Texas to Corpus all the way to Cuba. She tells the tale well, even if the writer sucks a bit at knowing the proper skills of being a great writer..LOL Dropping out of school the second week of the tenth grade back in the seventies and never going back, makes for jacked up typos and messed up grammar errors. God bless my editor/BFF/sister for doing her very best in trying to catch them all, which is an impossible thing to do in most reads. Mine without a doubt..LOL Bless my forgiving readers. I love them all with HUGE Hugs~
COMING SOON........ Click on the cover to find books 1, 2 and 3
Excerpt:
*Warning...This does not go to the editor until tomorrow...Please excuse typos..LOL*
“That must be the church,” Jacob
said, stopping to look up at the steeple towering over the top of the other
buildings. “Fala, take your human form.” Then he pulled Fala’s pants from the
pack that carried the maps.
Fala shifted and changed in the
shadows of the trees that were dwarfed by the buildings that towered them, then
stepped out bare foot and shirtless. I don’t know if I was expecting the church
to be like the ones back home, but it was nothing like them. To our white washed,
one story buildings big enough to hold maybe sixty people, this one stood as
high as Inara’s castle, made of brick and stone and could more than likely hold
all the people in our county and several of the neighboring ones to boot. We
jumped the wrought iron fence that circled the back of the church, finding a
back door that was made of solid wood and what looked like railroad ties. The
door frame and door were arched with a top so high that Cates and Fala would
have had a hard time reaching the top with up stretched arms.
The door was locked and wouldn’t
budge, so we made our way further around the back, finding a window about six
feet off the ground with the same type of iron bars covering it that the fence
was made out of. Cates was able to reach up with his one hand and pulled,
showing that the top of the iron ribs was loose at the top right. Fala got on
Cates’ shoulders and pulled the bars free, handing them down to Garvin, being
as quite as he possibly could. He then pushed the window until it slid up
enough for him to stand one foot on Cates’ shoulder and slip into the opening.
A few moments later he popped his head around the side of the church and waved
for us to come back to the arched door.
“Well done, Fala,” Jacob said,
putting a hand on his arm. “Did you sense anyone around?”
“Only the smell of normals. I could
not tell if they were close by, because the inside is strong with the smell of
old scents as well as new ones,” he explained in a low tone as he followed
Jacob back inside.
“This is where Sydney would have
come in handy,” I whispered, getting a frown from Jacob, and Cates. “Sorry,” I
added, shrugging my shoulders.
“One does not need to fell something
when they already know the consequences of their actions.” Cates turned back
looking in the direction of the way we were headed and got a tongue stuck out
at him, because Jacob was holding up a hand for us to be quite.
Garvin laid both of his hands on my
shoulders, squeezing lightly. I reached up and touched his hand in a thank you,
gesture. Jacob stuck his head around the corner of a room that had a large
amount of light coming from it then darted back in just as fast, holding up one
finger. He watched until a man left the room then ran to the other side waving
us over one at a time. I was the one that had to stop and witness the enormity
of the room. There were enough pews to fill the church with hundreds of
parishioners. Statues standing on pedestals spread out every other pew, and
more affixed to the ceiling looking down on those who come to worship. I wanted
more than anything to see what the pews were facing, but I was yanked out of my
adoration by the back of my shirt right before the man in a brown gown that
draped the floor came back in the large room holding a golden goblet in his
hands. I saw from the shadow of the door, him kneeling then walking out of
view.
Jacob gave me a stern look, causing
me to give him one back that had just as much glare as he was giving me. Fala
and Derek were still on the other side of the room as we waited for the
strangely dressed man to leave the area again. That’s when he started speaking
in a language that I didn’t understand. Jacob waved his hand for Fala and
Derek, to go around to the back of the small hall that they were in, and move
around another way. After we were all together, Jacob moved us further down the
hall, putting Cates to watch our backs. Jacob was about to go down a flight of
stairs to our right when a voice rang out. “You dare desecrate the house of,
God!”
A bald man dressed just like the
younger man that we had seen in the large room, ran back out. Jacob grabbed the
back of Garvin’s shirt and hurried him through the door. “Move, he’ll be back,”
he said in a low voice. Tammy was next, and was past the door frame when the
man came running back in with a silver cross with our Lord Jesus Christ, on it as
if he were just being nailed to the cross, and a long silver flask in the other
hand. “Our Father who art in Heaven,” he began saying the Lords prayer, pulling
the flask back and slinging it toward us. As soon as the contents hit the skin
on my arm it started to burn like he had splashed acid on me. “Thy Kingdom come
Thy will be done.” Then he raised it
back and slung the substance at us a second time. Derek pushed past me, as I
pressed my body to the wall, with Jacob trying to push me down the steps after
him, yelling run, but I couldn’t stop watching the man’s actions. Cates and Fala
were down and Jacob and I were all that was left. “On earth as it is in Heaven.”
“Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us,” I
said, walking right up to the man, who was now backing up from me, “and lead us
not into temptation but deliver us from every evil. Psalms 23. We mean you no
harm, but we do need to use your beautiful church to enter the tunnels to stop
those who do wish you harm.”
“You are a damned creature. Take
this demon from my sight, Lord God,” he said closing his eyes, and then he
began praying in the same language that the other man was using, dropping to
his knees and clutching the cross close to his chest.
“Forgive me,” I said then turned and
headed down the stairs with Jacob right behind me.
The wooden staircase that we started
out on soon turned into stone steps that began to curve in a winding fashion the
deeper we went. It opened up into a room where Cates grabbed a torch hanging in
a wall sconce and kept going down another flight of stairs that were much narrower
and twice as curved as the last one that we were on. Once we reached what I
thought was the bottom, Jacob slid his flint across the wall and brought the
torch to life. He looked back at me with his brows furrowed and began storming
up to me so fast that my back hit the wall before I even realized that I was
moving away from him.
“What were you thinking up there?”
“What’s the matter with you? He was
just another normal, Jacob.”
He grabbed my arm and yanked it
forward. “Does this look like the work of a mere normal?”
“It’s some sort of acid,” I replied,
looking down at the blisters where the liquid had hit my skin.
“It was water that his magic turned
to harm the likes of our kind.”
“That’s nonsense,” I replied,
pulling my arm out of his grip.
“Derek holds the marks. I hold the
marks… Fala, does not,” he snapped, showing me the side of his arm. “We were
lucky he stood alone.”
“Fala, was lucky Jacob. If he would
have gotten some of this stuff on him, he would have gotten burned just like
us,” I snapped back.
“No, my Lady. I did get the water on
my back. Small drops like warm rain.”
“Bull shit,” I replied, walking over
taking the torch from Jacob’s hand and turning Fala to look at his back.
Sure enough his back had several
drying spots on it. I reached out and touched one that wasn’t quite dry, feeling
a slight burn on the tip of my finger. “That’s not possible.” I saw Cates
look over at Jacob, and then lower his eyes. “Why does it burn us and not
him?” I asked, waiting for any of the others to give me an answer. Then the
reality hit me. It was because we were, without any doubt, like the walking
dead. Our life left our bodies when the sun rose… we were truly damned in the eyes of the man upstairs, God. The dread of the
truth must have shown on my face, because the others gathered around me.
“It is a hard thing to learn, Renee.
We all know that you still pray to your God of creation,” Jacob said, trying to
take me in his arms.
“I’m not a child, Jacob. And I will
keep praying to my Lord, no matter what the world of the bloodbreeder's has
caused the rest of the normal world to believe us to be. He can’t be proud of
the violence that we cause, but He has to understand the reason behind our
actions. One day others will think differently.” Then I turned my back and
wiped the tears out of my eyes, before they could give away the sorrow that was
killing my broken heart. “I don’t know what that man thought that cross was gonna do.
We practically live in cemeteries that are full of them?”
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Book four is much more mental than metal and I am excited to see what the bloodbreeder peeps think about it. : ) It's release date will be set as soon as my editor sends the manuscript back to me... and she is very good and very fast!!! Our full plan is to have Lies Beneath London on Amazon this month~
Have a rockin' day all~
