~ Zedekiah
A Beautiful Heart Quadrilogy Book 4
terra
terra[ter-uh]
noun
1. earth; land.
Zedekiah. Son of the Warrior. He hated being called that with every fibre of his being. He wanted to blend in; fit in with the others … but how can you when your destiny has already been chosen for you?
His gifts were awakened earlier, though he tried to suppress them. Being different was a burden. His soul ached for deeper things, something he had to complete. Alone.
He consciously chose not to love or be loved. It was better that way. Easier ... until he met the cloaked horse rider. She irritated him. But somehow, talking to her was the most exquisite torture he'd ever suffered.
He knew their love was forbidden. It was the rule of the Council Elders. If only she could share her secret, it would change everything. The truth is a beautiful thing...
Embodiment
Upper YA/New Adult
Courage, temperance, wisdom, justice, patience... Kaden repeated the words sealing them into the depths of his consciousness, finding comfort, and solace.
For four hundred years he had been trapped on the Earth sphere engaged as an Earth human, plagued by physical torment, chained to the laws of gravity and craving to return to the Light.
To freedom.
To love.
He took a deep breath and stared at the hovering blue energy mass before he lifted his hand to it, then watched as the fourth state of matter arced to his finger tips like bolts of lightning. His fingertips tingled under the warmth until the plasma retreated back into the glowing blue energy. Then gravity forced his hand to drop beside him.
He thought of Miss Finnigan. She had what he wanted. He could smell it. He could feel it, vibrating in perfect harmony with the universe. It sang to his soul like agonized poetry, reminding him of what I he didn't have.
And he wanted it. Now.
But … she was forbidden.
Their DNA could never absorb each other, cell to every beautiful cell, harmonizing in a melody only he could hear, unless, he found the missing piece to his immortality that would free him.
He sighed. He wondered how long he would be subjected to this living nothingness cut off from his spiritual homeland.
And besides … time was running out. If he didn't find the last mystery, he would remain an immortal until the end of earth time, bound to the eternal physical torture of the human body.
Time was running out.
The curse was closing in … and his Protector was becoming impatient.
The Book Keeper
Upper Young Adult/New Adult
Two secrets.
One will change a life.
The other will end it.
She is an empath, a healer.
He walks alone. The targeted. The hunted … his digital history erased.
And there's a mysterious man, not born of the womb...
An Ancient Book appears and only the eyes of the Book Keeper can read it.
And the rules cannot be broken.
Or can they?
The rules ... MUST NOT be broken.
Oxygenate
A Young Adult short story…
Quickened footsteps raced over Galaich, the wooden bridge, dulled by the heavy rain—but the sickening thud was not.
An almighty scream pierced the air before the whispered hysterical words of a girl stole the sound of the heavy rain, ‘They know! How can they know? How can they?’A brown haired girl was sprawled out on the dark timber, weeping.
‘How can they know!’ she whispered again.
‘Finnabair?’ The deep voice called.
‘Finnabair?’ The voice was sharper and more forceful this time, fuelled with a hint of anger.
‘Finnabair—what have you done?’ I asked, my words flowing like a tereagleal after its prey. My eyes focused on the large sign at the floating circus. It was the last condition that raised the hairs on the back of my neck.
ALDERGOTH’S CIRCUS TERMS AND CONDITIONS OF ENTRY:
♣ IF ANY OUTSIDERS OR LOCAL FOLK ARE FOUND IN CIRCUS GROUNDS AFTER HOURS, THEY WILL IMMEDIATELY STAND TRIAL AT THE HIGH COURT.
A castle. A bridge. A floating circus.
Finnabair … what have you done?
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