A Gathering Darknessby S.M. Muse
I need to tell you a secret, the world never started out this way. It became this way through a mistake I made, through my pride. I created the nightmare we all have to live in. Because of me and the decisions I made, the world has been marked for suffering. I accidentally tore the veil between life and death. I caused the great shift, the new awakening. Because of… See more details below
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I need to tell you a secret, the world never started out this way. It became this way through a mistake I made, through my pride. I created the nightmare we all have to live in. Because of me and the decisions I made, the world has been marked for suffering. I accidentally tore the veil between life and death. I caused the great shift, the new awakening. Because of my decisions, the world will never be the same."
Phillip is thirteen, homeless, and heartbroken. He's been living on the streets of New York ever since he lost his family. Since that terrible day, the only thing keeping him going is vengeance- vengeance against the man who 'stole' his father, his family, his future. A man with 'silver singing' spurs that can walk between worlds and call down the 'darkness.'
Will a 'Fallen' named Maggie, who claims she can talk to the angels, help him? Or will a 'murder of ravens' defeat him? Perhaps there are even darker forces than these at work, forces bent on destroying everything in Phillips life, including the very world?
No one ever said growing up would be easy. Then again, no one ever said it could be this hard either.
An Excerpt from Heir of Nostalgia:
“A dark mastiff,” whispered Maggie, keeping the beast in sight the entire time. “In packs they are unstoppable. By themselves, however… We used to hunt them for sport,” she said.
At this point Phillip jumped in, “Surely you can do something. Look what you did with Feathers.”
“Mastiff and corbie, Phillip, two completely different creatures. Mastiffs are drawn from shadow and shade, sharp corners and angles. Corbie on the other hand.” She was about to say something more when the wolf lunged.
With one arm Maggie swept Theo and Phillip to one side, while striking out with her ‘stick.’ As soon as the ‘tree branch’ struck the great wolf it snapped in two and burst into flame and cinders. Steaming blood the color of night, the beast snapped wildly at them and withdrew.
Fresh scarlet ran like a tear down Maggie’s right cheek. She’d been quick, but the wolf had been quicker.
“Maggie!” Phillip cried, seeing the ragged gash across her forearm.
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