This
post is in the voice of my character, Jake. Jake is a main character
in all three books in The Akasha Chronicles, but in the third book,
Emily’s Heart,
Jake is a first-person narrator (in addition to the main protagonist,
Emily). This bit is from Jake’s “private” diary and it’s from
the period of time before the book begins.
From
the Private Diary of Jake Stevens:
I
used to be a pretty happy-go-lucky guy. So long as I had books to
read and a frig full of Coke (regular, not that diet crap), I was
happy. Well, and I guess I needed one more thing.
To
be near her. The spicy, citrusy scent of her hair in my nostrils. The
sound of her throaty laugh in my ears. The way her green eyes got
bright and twinkly when she smiled. And her smile. When she smiled at
me, it filled me with a joy I’ve never felt with anyone else.
Her
smile. That was all I needed. Oh, I wanted more of course. But I’m
a patient guy. I was content to wait. I figured if I treated her well
enough long enough, she’d come around. She’d see the truth of it.
She’d see that I loved her and I’d always loved her.
And
I thought I always would love her.
But
that was before. Before she loved someone else. Before she went and
messed it all up.
Now?
I don’t love her. I wish I never had.
The
world is blanketed in a cover of darkness and it’s all her fault.
My little brother and sister are always scared. My mom is filled with
terror. We’re afraid all the time. And it’s all her doing.
And
she loved him and not me. Now my heart is a torn up mess. And that’s
all her fault too.
I
wish I’d never loved her. I wish I didn’t still love her.
From
the Back Cover:
Seventeen-year-old
Emily Adams unintentionally unleashed a shadow god's dark energy
power into the world and started an Apocalypse. But Emily is also the
only one that can end the dark god's reign. Though the powerful
faerie magic of the golden torc is still coiled around her arm,
self-doubt threatens to undo her. Emily wants nothing more than to
feel the soft kiss of her one true love, but he won't even speak to
her. Her first crush is still quite dead and her best friend remains
a prisoner in the dark god's house of nightmares. A growing legion of
black-eyed shadow people, devoid of conscience, roam the streets.
Emily needs help now more than ever, but redemption seems far off
indeed as she faces the expanding darkness alone.
Emily
will need an army of her own if she is to save the world from being
taken over by pure evil. But will a small band of Lucent geeks and
freaks be enough to send the dark god packing?
Amidst
chaos and ruin, will love blossom in Emily's Heart?
Excerpt:
We had a few
minutes until class – or longer if our prof never showed up. We
were shootin’ the shit about sports when I felt my phone, tucked
inside my bag, wedged between the pages of my notebook, vibrate.
I dug the phone out
and checked the caller ID. ‘Gabriella Hoffman.’ I didn’t know
any Gabriella. But Hoffman. Could it be?
“You going to
answer that?” Tristan asked.
“I’m not sure
who it is.”
“They can’t
beat you up over the phone, man. Answer it.”
I hesitated another
second, but when it rang again, I hit the answer button.
“Hello?”
“Jake?”
“Yeah. Who’s
this?”
“It’s Greta.”
Silence.
“Greta Hoffman.”
Hearing that name
was like a punch in my gut. I was suddenly clammy, and my stomach
seized into a knot.
“Jake, are you
there?”
I tried to respond,
to tell her ‘yeah, I’m here’, but my mouth was full of cotton.
I hadn’t seen Greta for almost a year. The last time I saw her, she
was walking down that hill in the cemetery, going her way, and I went
mine. None of what happened was Greta’s fault, but she’d been
there. She was a part of the nightmare I’d tried so hard to forget.
When I heard her voice, it was like a rush of horrific images flooded
my mind. It made me want to puke out my French toast.
“Jake?”
I finally managed
to squeak out, “I’m here.”
“Phew, I thought
you’d fainted or something for a minute there. I’m glad you
picked up. I need to talk to you.”
“Why? You haven’t
ever needed to talk to me, Greta. Not BA, and not for the past year.”
“I think it’s
pretty obvious why.”
“No. No, it’s
not obvious.”
“Maybe you
haven’t noticed, but there’s a friggin’ Apocalypse going on out
there. That’s why.”
“Yeah, I
noticed.” I touched my still-sore ribs, all the reminder I needed.
I doubted perfect, pretty, rich and mighty Greta Hoffman had a set of
broken bones or bruises to match mine.
“Well? Don’t
you want to do something about it?”
“I’m pretty
busy trying to stay alive. Besides, why are you calling me? I’d
suggest you contact the redhead with the magic arm bracelet.”
“I have talked to
her.”
She had talked to
Emily? Greta Hoffman had voluntarily talked to Emily Adams? That was
even more improbable than the God of Dark Energy taking over our
planet. It made me instantly nervous.
“And?”
“And she has
agreed to join with me to recruit people to fight the Dark Energy
followers.”
Silence.
“Jake? You still
there?”
“Yup. Let me get
this straight. You and the witch want to create some little band of
light knights or something?”
“Ooh, I like
that. Light Knights! Or maybe Lucent Knights. What do you think?”
“I think you’re
nuts.”
I looked over at
Tristan and mimed a ‘she’s crazy’ motion with my hand around my
head. He smiled at me and went back to whatever it was he was doing
with his phone.
“Why am I nuts
for wanting to fight back?”
“Haven’t you
noticed that you can’t fight against this darkness? Oh, you
probably haven’t noticed anything. Your daddy probably has a driver
take you to school and pick you up and shelter you from all the shit
going down.”
“How dare you!
You don’t know anything about what I’ve gone through. I was
there, or have you forgotten that?”
“I’ve tried to
forget it all, but so far haven’t been able to expunge you and her
and the whole damned circus from my mind. Well, Miss Hoffman, because
you were there, you’ll remember that Ciardha single-handedly took
down a Goddess with nearly infinite power. So I’m thinking you, me
and the redheaded witch don’t stand much of a chance.”
“So you’ve
given up? I always thought you were a nerd, but I never thought you
were a loser.”
“Loser. That the
best you can come up with?”
That one did sort
of sting, though. Was Greta right? Had I become a loser?
“Childish.”
“Whatever. Look,
class is getting ready to start, so I’ve gotta go. So fabulous
catching up with you Miss Hoffman. Take care of yourself.”
“Jake – wait!
Don’t hang up yet.”
Desperation in
her voice. Interesting.
“What, Greta?”
“Before you say
no, just come meet with me. One time. Meet with me and hear me out,
then you can say no and good-bye and never have to see me or talk to
me again. I swear if you meet with me one time and say no, I’ll
never hound you again.”
“And if I don’t
meet with you?”
“I’ll be like
wet toilet paper stuck to your shoe.”
Lovely thought. I
knew Greta. She was totally capable of being wet toilet paper stuck
to my shoe.
“Okay, fine. I’ll
see you. Once.”
“Great. You name
the time and place.”
“My last class is
over at 3:00, and I have to be at work by six. So meet me here,
Wheaton Community College, room 21-A at 3:15. I don’t have much
time, so don’t be late.”
“I’ll be
there.”
I pushed the red
‘End Call’ button with relief that it was over. For now.
“What was that
all about?” Tristan asked.
“Old business.”
He raised his
eyebrows at me. “You need my help?”
“Nah, not yet
anyway.”
“You need me,
holler.”
“Thanks, man,”
I said. He put his hand out, and we fist bumped.
It was just a
meeting with Greta. I was pretty sure I could handle that. I’d meet
with her, tell her to hit the pavement, then get back to my routine
of avoiding human contact like it was the plague, ’cause it pretty
much was.
Author
Bio:
Natalie
is the author of The Akasha Chronicles, a young adult paranormal
fantasy trilogy. When not writing, blogging, Facebooking, Tweeting,
Wattpadding or eating chocolate, Natalie nurtures her young daughter,
plays with her two young cats, and feeds her dog too many treats.
Natalie
enjoys walking in the high desert, snorkeling in warm waters, travel,
and excellent food shared with family and friends. She was raised an
Ohio farm girl, now lives in the desert Southwest, and dreams of
living in a big city high rise.
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