Katy Lily Book 3 The Veil Lifts Copyright Katherine Rochhlolz All Rights Reserved Chapters 1-3

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Copyright 2012 Katherine Rochholz
Published By E.A.R. Publishing Company
Waterloo, IA
Publisher’s Note
All rights reserved as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976.  No portion of this book may be reproduced by any means, mechanical, electronic, or otherwise, without first obtaining the permission of the copyright holder.
This is a work of fiction.  Any similarity to persons living or dead (unless explicitly noted) is merely coincidental.
ISBN 978-1-300-45997-2


You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
~Edgar Allen Poe


This is for
My Cousins
Darby and Aaron Harn

Prologue

In a place ten thousand miles away, a woman cried.  She could feel the pain of Katy, and she knew now was the time to come back.  Truths must come out and now was the time to figure out a way to leave.  Her powers may have been striped but this child needed her.  She looked around at her, and used the only power she had left.  The power to tell the bone changers from other prisoners, well the power to see past lies and spells.  She watched the large bat like creatures, with their pale greenish yellow skin and blood red eyes, their mouth full of sharp bat like fangs, their rotting flesh hung from their bony body, their wings now rotted away, holes where there was once flesh.  The bone changers once human cursed to this state because of the crimes they had committed.  She would not allow that to be her fate.  But first she must remove the binds on her power.  They allow them a bed, a sink and a toilet, and she had also gotten permission to have a mirror.  She looked in it and wondered if Katy would listen.  Would she care?  Would she believe the truth?  She looked at herself, the tattoos once so colorful and vibrant now drained of color.  Her hair once short and spiked and dyed with many colors, was now flat, dull and lifeless blonde as it fell to her waist and she knew what she must do.  She shattered the mirror, picked up the largest piece.  She pulled off her shirt, and looked at the brand, the brand to bind her powers forever.  It had the letters BF in a fanciful script, but they meant bound forever.  She knew that if she cut it off, she would die, unless she reached him.  He would help her.  He believed her.  If she could get to him she would have a chance.  But would her former fiancée give her the time of day now.  Six years ago he stood by her side, did he still to this day?  She would find out.  She took the sharp edge of the mirror and as quickly as she could, cut so deep, that none of the brand would remain.  The piece of skin fell to the floor and she teleported, before the bone changers even realized what she had been up to, she was free.  For now. 
          In a place much closer to Katherine Lillian, a dark figure went to meet another, they went to meet the white being, in the same cemetery that now is home to two Solomons.
          “You swear you power to me? Your loyalty?”  A crackle of a voice stated.
          “Yes, mistress.”  The other women responded.
          “Then make sure, she realizes her power would be much better spent giving into the darkness of her soul.  That together we can rule the world.  Go.”
“It shall be so.”  The two figures disappear into the night.

  

Chapter One

Back at the Hepburn house, Katy and Gaivan shut themselves into Gaivan’s room and went through every single piece of paper, every scrap, of what was in Edgar’s file on Katy.  “I don’t get it.  It says my aunt killed my mother.  There is no picture of her.  It barely states her name.  It just says her name is Aaliyah Stephaney Poe.  It says she was engaged, but the person’s name is blacked out.  It also mentions that they have a sister and a half-brother but again the names are blacked out.  I don’t get it.  There is no real proof that she killed my mother.  Just that she was in New York at the same time as the accident.  And this says my mother’s body was never found.  I thought they buried her.  That is what the social worker stated anyways.  And I know that Lua and Headmaster O’Cuinn are my family.”  Katy shook her head.  Nothing added up.  Plus they also had received a warning from the Banshee Queen that nothing was as it seemed.  Did that mean that her aunt was innocent?
“Well, maybe we can go and talk to her.  They are allowed visitors.  Or at least Guardians can visit them.  They bind their powers, but the really spooky things are the bone changers.  They have done worse crimes; they are lifers, which change to these creatures, who become the guards of the prison.  They lose their free will, they becoming like rotting bats, but they create an illusion of being normal.  You never know who is a bone changer and who isn’t, they will drain the power of the witch or warlock that they are seeking if they manage to break out.  Which they can’t.”  Gaivan stated.
“Why?”  Katy asked as she went over the laptop Gaivan had borrowed from his mother.  She turned it on and waited for it to boot up.  It was rare that a witch or warlock would have a computer, but the magical community did keep up with technology.  She knew what none of the magical information would be online, but she did know that the normal mortals would have had to report something about an explosion.
“Because, they brand them with a powerful binding spell.  The ones there forever get BF branded into their chest.  If they try to remove they die.  Others get B and a number meaning how many months how long they are in prison for.  As they serve their time the number goes down, once they served their time the brand disappears on its own.  Once that happens they are teleported in front of the elders for their release.  It is really strange.  But it works; the last jail break was over five hundred years ago according to dad, and that person died within minutes of breaking out.  They cut off their brand, and bled out.  It was really bad.  So sad…”  Gaivan stated and walked over to where Katy sat as she searched for news about the day she lost her mother.
“How did they convict my aunt if they only had this for proof?”  Katy was confused.  “The normal news reported it was a gas explosion, that five people died, and my mother’s name is not listed as a victim.  There is not even a Jane Doe listed.”  Kat stated.
“I don’t know.  What did dad say?”
“Nothing that is the problem, he just gave me this folder and then he took off.  He said something was off though.  He said it felt wrong.  I mean I know now it was magical, and since the lights I saw were green I know one came from my mother, and the other from another Earth witch or warlock.  Which my aunt is an Earth.”
“Then something is wrong.  At least they said you could stay here during break.  Sandra and Antonio Sr. are here like every day.  I don’t know what will happen Katy, but I know this, they are going to try to pull us apart.  They are going to try to gain your power again.  After all Solomon tried, Ebony tried, who is going to be next.  Who is going to try to take you away from us this year?  Maybe Sandra and mom are correct, maybe we should consider home schooling this year.”
“No Gaivan; that would mean they won, even a small victory such as that cannot be allowed.  We cannot give them even a chance, a hope, that they can scare us, that they can win.  We won’t allow it Gaivan. We can’t let it happen.”
“Katy…”
“No, Gaivan you give them an inch they will take a mile.  We can’t let them win anything.  And if we let them drive us from school then they win.  They would isolate us.  We can’t win this by ourselves.  We need our peers.  I need you stand by me, I need you Gaivan, more than the others, but we need them.  I thought for sure you were going to turn your back on me when I killed Raven.”  Katy said with finality to her words, and went back to trying to decode the papers in front of her.
“Never, I know you did only what you needed too.  Well I understand that now about you.  Why go for the kill?  I never asked.”
“She had you.  She threatened your life.  Do you think Edgar could be keeping some more papers in his study?”  Katy asked as she put an end to the conversation and brought them back to the problem at hand. 
   Chapter Two

The day of her birthday she woke up and again felt a presence outside.  This one had a light to it, sadness and pain could be felt.  She opened her mind to the being; she needed to know who it was before she went outside.  Suddenly she was no longer in her bed.
Katy knew she was inside the memories of the person outside.  She saw a being, whose skin was so pale, that it had to be from lack of sunlight, and the holes in her nose, ears and lips were one could tell there were once piercings.  Tattoos covered her; however they were drained of all color, of all life.  The only thing that covered her was a pair of thorn up pants, no shoes and her long blonde hair.  Kat sat and watched as a man ran out of a small cottage.  Kat looked towards him; he was so tall; he had tattoos just as the person that lay on the ground, his hair black as coal, his eyes just as light as his hair was dark.   “Aaliyah!”  The being yelled as he pulled out his wand and rushed up to her.
“Robert…”  Aaliyah tried to call out, turning over. 
Katy could see there was a large chunk of flesh missing and there was so much blood.  Katy tried to run to her, tried to do something but she couldn’t as this was the past, a memory.  Katy just stood and watched.  Then it hit Katy who Robert was, it was Rob, the old brownie keeper at school.  When he got his powers back it helped transform him back to who he was, a young and powerful Warlock.
“Oh Aaliyah… this was stupid.”  Rob stated, as he took his wand out and started to speak the words needed to try and heal the wound. 
Katy saw the fear in each of their eyes.  Though Katy knew it worked in that memory Katy feared for her aunt’s life.  She wanted to yell out to use phoenix tears or unicorn blood.  “PHEONIX TEARS OR UNICORN BLOOD!”  Katy yelled but she knew that they couldn’t hear her.
Rob still looked up, as if he had heard her, and ran to his cottage and came back with a vial, which looked to contain unicorn blood as it was pure gold.  He took off the cap and dumped the contents on the wound.  It seemed like it worked, but that did not stop him from using anything and everything on the wound.
Aaliyah sat up with a start, and Katy was back in her bed.  The memory ended.
Katy got up and threw on her cloak and her invisibility hat and ran outside.  She stopped in the middle of the yard and looked around; she knew her aunt was here.  But where was she?  Katy opened her mind to find her.  Her eyes snapped open she was right in front of her.  Her aunt was invisible; Katy knew that it was just bending of the lights, which caused the effect.  She knew if she took a moment to stop and think about it, she might think of a spell to use to reveal her aunt.  Katy let her wand slip to her hand and thought of the elements but before she could say anything her aunt became visible.  She had a hat like Katy’s.  “Oh…”
“Katy, I can see you.  It is my special ability.  We all seem to have one in our family.  I see the light bending, I can see past lies, I can see past deceptive spells.  I wish I could just have seen what your mother, my sister was turning into.”  Aaliyah stated as she reached out and took Katy’s hat off.
“My mother is dark isn’t she, she is alive isn’t she?  Raven Ebony said that someone else was the power in the family.”  Katy said and looked up at Aaliyah.  Katy was shocked, though her aunt’s skin with still pale her hair was cut and dyed with bright colors of blue, purple, and red.  The color started to come back to her eyes, and back to the tattoos, and the holes of her piercings were now filled with jewels.
“Oh, my little lost niece, yes, your mother is dark.  I knew what she planned to do, that is why I sought her out.  But when I got to New York, she was prepared for me.  She blew up the square, allowing everybody to think she was killed.  They thought I had done it because I was knocked out and the Guardians swarmed the area before the normal cops could be called.  They threw me into the prison, branding me, without a trial.”
“You shouldn’t be here!  Edgar would have to turn you in!”  Katy said as she grabbed Aaliyah’s hand and tried to drag her off the property, she thought about teleporting, but knew that Edgar would find her.
“Don’t worry, I will leave soon.  But I had to see you.  You are so pretty; I can’t believe how much you have grown.  You had to grow up quickly.  It is not fair to you.  Or your brother or your young friend.  You all are so important to the coming war, I wish I could spare you the pain, but you already know that pain.  The pain of loss, the pain of taking life.”  Aaliyah stated; she didn’t even bother to ask.
“Yes…”  Katy stated and looked up into her aunt’s eyes; she let her see the events that have played out the last two years.
“Oh my Goodness!”  Aaliyah gasped.  “If they weren’t already dead I would kill them myself.  Putting you in that position is a crime!  It is pure darkness.  Don’t worry, it doesn’t mean you are bad, it means you do what you must, and you know that it hurts, but allowing that dark power to remain on this realm is worse.  You did right.”  She stated and grabbed Katy into a hug.  “That is your gift my niece, your strength, your light, don’t worry others may come your way, they seem to come into light around the ages of 15 and 16.”
“Is there nothing we can do to clear your name?”  Katy asked, now that she knew the truth, well some of it.
“Rob is talking to Oeric; let’s see if my headmaster brother can do something this time to protect his niece.  I am surprised Lua hasn’t stepped in, she is the oldest, well Oeric is, he is our half-brother.  I can’t believe they allowed you to remain on the streets.”
Katy was shocked, that her aunt gave information so freely.  “They thought I was dead, but the trace picked up.”
“Oh, that makes sense but why are you living with the Hepburns?  Not Oeric or Lua?”
“I live with the MacCathmhaoils actually.  I am here for the break.  Gaivan Hepburn is my best friend.  And we had the custody trail last year, Headmaster O’Cuinn said he thought it was to dangerous for us to stay with him, and Lua concurred that it was good for us to stay within easy reach of Edgar.  She said she would visit us, but she hasn’t yet, or even sought us out at school, except she told me at the end of the year that she would try to spend more time with me.”
“Oh.  They are a nice family, I hear.  I had to see you on your birthday.”  Aaliyah stated.  “I have something for you.  Rob’s family was holding it for me.”  She stated and took out a pendent.  “It is an aquamarine pendent that has been in our family from the beginning of times.  It was given to the first woman of our family; it was given to her by the queen of the fairies.  This gem was made of the tears of the fairies when Goodness died for our lives.  They said to protect it; it would find its way to Goodness who will know what to do with it when the time is right.  I believe my sister, your mother, is Darkness.  You, of course, would be Goodness.  You know you are.”  Aaliyah said as she took Katy’s chain that held her blue topaz pendent and added the aquamarine one to it, and clasped it back on Katy’s neck.  “You will know what to do with it when the time is right.  But for now I must leave.  You know that truth and that will have to be enough for now.”  Aaliyah stated and hugged Katy.  “Don’t say I was here; pretend that you didn’t know when they tell you of my escape.”  Aaliyah stated with a wink and then teleported out.
Katy smiled and walked back into the house.  Her aunt didn’t kill her mother.  There was a deep sadness that her mother was her enemy but there was also a weight lifted from her.  She had family.  Blood family that would seek her out no matter the cost.  And she would do everything she could to find out information on how she could save her family, her aunt from dying or going back to prison.  Katy went back up and crawled into bed, after all it was only six in the morning.  Katy fell into a dreamless sleep, and knew that no matter what, she had Gaivan and her family, and now she found out information about her mother’s side.  She just hoped that none of them turned out dark.
 
Chapter Three

Katy woke up as Gaivan jumped on her bed and yelled to get up.  “I am up.”  Katy said and sat up.
“Happy Birthday Katy!”  Gaivan said with a smile.  “What do you want to do?”  Gaivan asked as he thought of the donuts that his mom and Sandra had made for breakfast.
“I have something to tell you first.”  Katy said then started a silent conversation.  “My aunt broke out of prison!”
“What?  How?  How do you know?”
“She came to see me.”  Katy told him as she pulled on her robe to walk downstairs to get breakfast.  “She is innocent.  My mother isn’t dead.”
“WHAT!?”
“My mother is Darkness.  And I think that your father is right.  I am Goodness, but I don’t want that.  I am still hoping it is not true.  After all that means we are all in for a lot of pain.  There is still doubt right?”
“Well it isn’t so bad if you are Goodness.  Your aunt really stated that your mother lived?  And of course this can’t be happening; I mean we are mature children and all.  But we are children.”
“Aaliyah said that the only reason she was caught for murder was mother faked her death.  Mother caused the explosion.  Aaliyah was knocked out cold.”  Katy told him as they walked into the kitchen.  “Good morning!”  Katy said to Edgar, Jane, Antonio Sr. and Sandra.
They all smiled back and said happy birthday.  But Katy could tell there was something they wanted to tell her.  But they all went back to their papers and coffee, as Katy and Gaivan sat down and each grabbed a donut.  “Jerome and Riley went to Marcus’s Valley, they will be back soon.”  Jane stated as she gave them a displeased look at the fact they grabbed the donuts and none of the other breakfast food.  “Now you both have to eat something other than sugar.”
“May I have some orange juice please?” Katy asked.
“Me too mom!  Oh and is there any bacon left?”  Gaivan asked as he turned back toward Katy.  “Go on!”
“Okay, well the blast knocked me against the wall, and Aaliyah was knocked out as well, so when the Guardians got there they took her.  They didn’t see me I guess… Wait if they were first on the scene why didn’t they see me?”
“Katy… I don’t know!  Oh goodness, do you think they are lying?”
“No, I don’t see that… They wouldn’t let a kid live on the streets alone would they?”  Katy thought with a hurt sadness.
“No, I don’t think so.”  Gaivan thought firmly.
“Will you two stop doing that?  It is kind of rude.  Having a mental conversation when we are all at the table.”  Edgar stated.
“Katy was just telling me about a dream of hers.”  Gaivan said and went back to Katy.  “Ignore him go on!”
“Well, anyway, she said she was branded and thrown in prison without a trial.  Oh and get this!  Rob, the brownie keeper, was her fiancé!  And Headmaster O’Cuinn as you know is my uncle; but he is my mother’s half-brother.  Oh and my other aunt is Assistant Headmistress Lua Notte-Preto and Aaliyah thought it was strange that Lua would not be visiting us.  I saw in her silent thoughts.  She thinks something is preventing Lua from visiting.”
“OH MY GOODNESS!”
“I know right!  Now I know I have more blood family other than the Solomons!  And one of them is willing to risk death to just say Happy Birthday to me!  And the headmaster is avoiding even being alone with me, and of course Lua said she was going to make more of an effort but she is not here today.”
“WOW!  I wonder why they didn’t tell you.  Or why they didn’t take you in…  Dad could easily stop in over there anytime.  Katy they are hiding something aren’t they?”
“Yes.”  But that is all Katy got out before Edgar interrupted them again.
“Okay you two, please stop.  We have something to tell you.”  Edgar stated, as he cleared his throat.  “Katy Lily, your aunt, she…umm… escaped from prison yesterday.”
Katy looked him in the eyes for a moment then said something that shocked even herself.  “I know; she came to see me this morning.  She told me that she was put in prison without a trial.  She told me that my mother is evil, that she faked her death.  But the most interesting piece of information is that the Guardians were on the scene first.  That is why my aunt was arrested.  If you all were on the scene first why wasn’t I found?”  Katy demanded.
Edgar looked her in the eyes, he knew he was bound by an oath, but at this moment he didn’t care.  “I was under orders to leave you.  My boss told me to leave you.  I felt so bad about it.  I thought they moved you from New York City.  I had gone back trying to find you.  My guilt eating at me.  But I couldn’t find you.”  Edgar gave the truth.
Katy looked at him and stood up.  She said nothing, she would have sat back down but Gaivan said something.
“You left her?  How could you leave her to fend for herself?” Gaivan yelled at his father.
“I didn’t want to; my boss said that she would be put in the system, that she had a mortal birth certificate, of course we found out later she did not have a birth certificate at all. But at the time I was told that she couldn’t just disappear.”
“She lived alone on the streets!  The normal mortals did not care!  They hurt her; they left her on the streets!  She stole, she fought to survive and her own people, her own kind left her there!”  Gaivan would have continued to yell but Katy ran out of the room.  “Katy!”  Gaivan moved to follow her, but Jane grabbed him.
“No.”  Jane said simply, as Edgar stood up to go and get Katy.  “Let your father.”
“He just left her.”  Gaivan said simply.
“And he has regretted that choice from the moment he made it.”
Katy ran outside, she couldn’t take the yelling.  She didn’t care.  She knew she should, but she just did not care!  She sat down on the swing, which had long been unused and was deep in thought when Edgar came and crouched in front of her.
“Katy, I am sorry.”
“I am not mad.”
“Why?”
“I know I should be, logically I should be.  If this was even a year ago I would have been.  I would have teleported from the scene, but now, I just don’t have the energy to fight my family.  I don’t have enough energy to be mad, it is so much easier to forgive you, and understand you regretted it, rather than fight about it.”  Katy stated simply.
“You know sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if we had taken you that day.”  Edgar stated.  “I went back.”
“I heard that.  So you had been lying, telling everybody that I was dead.”  Katy didn’t bother to form it as a question.
“Yes.  We kept the lie up, even after we knew otherwise.  The Solomons would have put their claim in, and they would have won five years ago.  You hadn’t had a chance to be with Antonio and Sandra.  There was nobody to fight for you.”
“Why not my uncle and other aunt?”
“Oeric thought it was better you stay away from him.  He couldn’t see the darkness in your mother, or, as everybody thought, Aaliyah.   He felt that he let you down, let down Riley and the rest of the family.  Lua married and pretended to go on with her life, but it ate at her insides that she didn’t know how dark her sister was, that she was dark enough to kill her own child.  However we did finally tell her.  She begged us to find you.  She didn’t give up the search.  Then the trace picked up.  We forgot the trace location went right to Lua, she after all sends out the acceptance letters.  She saw your name and the location that they gave and she was furious.  She went and had a huge fight with Oeric.  Oeric stopped her from getting you herself.  We don’t know how but he also convinced her not to tell the truth when you came to school.  She was forced to stay at a distance from you.  We were trying to draw out the Solomons; we thought if nobody claimed you then they would make their move.”
“They did.  Why not claim me now?  Why keep it a secret.”
“Because they were the ones to discover your mother was still alive, or they do think that she is, but we do not have proof.  If she is, they don’t want her trying to get to you.  So by having you live with us or the MacCathmhaoils they think that they are protecting you.  Well that is Oeric’s thoughts, Lua fights them everyday.  But she stays away in case he is right that someone else will try to take your life.”
“Edgar, I love it here and I love it with the MacCathmhaoils, you all are my family.  But I don’t get why the secrets.  I guess I will understand some day.  I wouldn’t change the fact I live with the Sandra and Antonio Sr., but it would have been nice to know what other people know about me.  I hate finding out about myself secondhand.  Gaivan got mad for me… I didn’t expect that.  He has been a little cold, he doesn’t think I notice but I do, since the whole Raven Ebony thing.  I think there are only two outcomes to the things I have done in concern with my friendship with Gaivan.  Either he is going put an end to the friendship or we become closer.  I don’t like the way it is going.  I know that darkness is in all of us.  But why did I feel the best way to deal with Raven was to throw the dagger at her heart?”
“I don’t know.  We might never know the inner workings of a person’s mind.  But you did what you had to do.  I thank you for that, I couldn’t lose Gaivan.  Gaivan will come around, you will see.”  Edgar said and stood up.  “Now let’s get back to breakfast before Gaivan comes out waving those spells you keep having him learn at me.”  Edgar said with a wink.
The day ended up being very somber, Katy didn’t really want to do much, she was too wrapped up in her own thoughts and of course the file with a lot of black marks.  The only time she really was away from the file was when Gaivan, Jerome and Riley dragged her outside for a snowball fight.  She, for a few minutes, forgot about the pain that was sure to come into her life.  Maybe she shouldn’t have begged for her life, but then again she knew she couldn’t leave her family to fight this war alone.

A Guardian’s Life: The City of Clocks Copyright Katherine Rochholz All Rights Reserved

The City of Clocks.  London England.  This town holds the four main clocks of time and nobody knows.  It holds The Clock of Life.  It holds The Clock of Heaven.  It holds The Clock of Hell.  And Most of all It holds The Clock of Death.  And now I am back in the City of Clocks and the most famous one, Big Ben, if one knows how to read it, one would know exactly how long the world had until the true end.  The True Death of the World.  Unless God hits the reset button, and decides not to start over, I know exactly how long until I go to Hell permanently.  Because not only a I Guardian, I am the Keeper of The Clocks.  And now thanks to Kari I am back in the City of Clocks and some idiot demon calling himself ‘The Master of Time’ is trying to hunt the Key to the Clocks to stop Time… Forever.  It is up to me to prevent this.  But will I be able to do it in time?  Do I want to without Maryann, my beloved soul mate?  The answer I don’t even know…

Join Guarin Durward as he tries to save Time and himself in A Guardian’s Life: The City of Clocks By Katherine Rochholz Coming Summer 2016

Blood And Water Excerpt

It has been a long time so here is a scene I wrote from  Blood and Water By Katherine Rochholz Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved

” It was hours until dawn, but the day had been finished for hours, and I had to make a choice. I looked at my sleeping sons, so innocent in their sleep, my hand on my still flat stomach. My third child grew there. But the ware has starting. And did I turn my back on my beliefs ingrained in me since I was born or did I leave my husband and take up the spot as the leader of the rebels? I had been unofficially since the incident. Never have I had to make a bigger decision so long after the sunset and so far away from the dawn. But I knew I had to make a choice. And either way ti would go against something I stood for. Leave my husband or abandon my beliefs on freedom. My beliefs I fought for when I joined the Navy in 2001. I closed my eyes and a tear escaped. The last tear for my husband. I turned and quickly started to pack. Come morning I and my children would be gone. By the dawn he would know the choice I made. By the green light of dawn the Green Coats will have lost their First Lady and the Blue Coats will have gained their leader. And I will have made a decision so long after the sunset of a united nation and so far from the dawn of a new age of Unity.”

And Here is a second Excerpt just because I love you all! Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved

“I stand in the field that used to feed the world now it is just a barren wasteland. The bombs have killed the land. I look up at the heavens as the rain falls. I close my eyes. It washes the blood from my hands and the dirt from my face. I finally look at the ground again and watch for awhile, as my heart rate returns to normal, the rain washing away the lives of the fallen. Blood. I look at and watch the watered down blood drip from them. The rain washes away the color, even from the land, but the blood, the life, remains on my hands and in this now barren land. My worst act and my greatest has killed this land I love so much. I hope one day when they write the history books the generation after the end of my life forgives me because as the rain washes away the evidence of the lives I have taken, as it washes away the red that stains my hands, I know I will never forgive myself. Because this war for freedom is my greatest achievement and my worst act. I close my eyes once more and I let the rain wash away the red of the blood that will forever stain my hands.”

Night of Murder Michele V. Entry UnForgotten Anthology

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Night of Murder
Sharon woke with a start, bolting up right. She strained her ears.
Her husband Fredrick sat abruptly beside her. Sharon caught sight of her reflection beside her bed. Her bleach blonde hair was sticking out all over the place, with bags beneath her tired eyes. Her husband too was a mess. His ginger hair stood out on all ends, and his stubble had begun to look untidy. His eyes too, had heavy bags beneath them.
“I think someone just broke in,” she whispered with a squeak.
Fred nodded. “You go and get a weapon; I’ll go and get the kids and call the police.”
Sharon swallowed hard. “All right.” I’ll grab a couple of weapons and deal with them- just keep the girls calm. Vicky and Sabrina will freak out if they find out otherwise.”
She slipped on her bathrobe over her night gown and crept down the stairs.
Sharon sneaked into the kitchen and quietly pulled open the draw. She slipped a meat cleaver into her sock, and grabbed a pair of scissors. The door opened. She jumped and spun around, slamming the door closed. Swallowing hard, she slipped the scissors into her pocket.
“Welcome to the party,” the man growled. “Come and join your husband and children in the living room.”
She shakily led the way and found Fredrick and kids on the fabric blue sofa.
“Did you do it in time?” she asked him quietly. Fredrick gave her a small nod. “Kids ok- they didn’t hurt them, did they?”
Fredrick shook his head. “The kids are fine.”
“Mummy, Daddy; who are these men? Why are they in our house?” Sabrina questioned worriedly.
Fredrick whispered back to them. “They’re just here for a bit- they won’t be around for very long.”
“Do they want a late night drink too, Mummy?” Vicky asked innocently.
Sharon cleared her throat, “I don’t think they’re thirsty babe. They’re probably just being a bit naughty- and hiding from their Mum and Dad.”
Sharon turned her attention to Fredrick, speaking calmly and very softly so not to frighten the children.
“I got what I needed. But I am going to have to get you and the kids out of the way- it might get chaotic in here- and I don’t fancy you and the kids watching me get murdered by these people.”
She looked around, observing the captors. They were both armed. each holding a Gluck and what appeared to be a modified water pistol. It was green and yellow, and looked as though it was a mere toy.
“Are those… plastic guns?” she chided.
The bigger man; who appeared to be the one in charge, sniggered. He had a full grown beard with black greying hair.
He was a frumpy man, growling as he glared at her. “Do you really want to find out?”
“How about firing a shot at the floor; see if it fires big boy bullets or wimpy water.”
The man grinned, eagerly wanting to use his gun. He lowered his weapon and pointed the nozzle to the floor.
“-Wait!” Fredrick yelped. “Can I take my kids out in the garden; they shouldn’t see this…”
The bearded man grunted his approval. Fredrick wasted no time and hastily encouraged the girls out into the cool dark garden, grabbing their coats in front of the door.
Fred grabbed two watering cans and encouraged the girls to give the flowers a late night drink.
The accomplice followed Fred and the children outside, checking his gun was still in the holster.
The boss sneered, watching as the bald, medium built, tattooed man stood guard.
The bearded boss returned his attention to Sharon.
He aimed his gun and fired. The loud bang rang through the house.
Sharon screamed, jumping out of the way.
The man burst out laughing, and fired another shot.
Sharon screamed again, backing away from the gunman. She had to waste his bullets.\par
“You’re crazy!” she shrieked and ran for the stairs. The gunman followed her, jumping two stairs at a time.
Sharon rushed behind her bedroom door, pulling the scissors from her bathrobe pocket.\par
Her heart pounded. Her hands shook and her legs struggled to refrain from collapsing. \par
Seeing her shadow on the wall, the bearded, frumpy man fired another shot, missing her head by half an inch.
Screaming she backed herself into a corner. She shook, tears rolled down her face in terror. She had failed to keep her family safe. He grinned, aiming the gun again. He pulled the trigger. Closing her eyes tightly, she waited for death.
“Bollocks!” the man growled. She opened her eye, watching as he threw down his toyish gun and pulled out the Gluck.
Temporarily distracted, he checked to make sure his gun was loaded.
She slipped the knife out from her sock and aimed, and waited. Noticing movement, he straightened up with a menacing grin.
She took her shot, throwing the blade right at him. He screamed, holding the blade. Blood poured down his face, screaming as the blade embedded in his eye. Growling, in agonizing pain, he pulled the blade from his eye. He screamed again. Taking no chances, she dived for his gun and went back into her corner. He stared horrified; the eye ball had been torn from his socket.
“You bitch!” he snarled. “You’ll pay for that.”
Glaring at her, he suddenly realized that she had his gun. She aimed, and gave him an icy smile.
“You should have picked another house,” she told him, and pulled the trigger. The shot went wide, missing his head by a generous foot. The man laughed, mocking her. She adjusted her aim and pulled the trigger again. His laughter stopped abruptly and he slumped backward against the blood splattered wall.
The bullet had hit his head, a little left of the center.
Swallowing hard and shaking violently, she slowly approached the corpse and took the Gluck from his dead, slack hand.
Gaining her posture, her heart pounded against her chest. She descended down the stairs shakily, and headed for the garden.
The sunrise reflected through the misty garden windows.
The bald, tattooed accomplice watched as Fredrick and the girls admired the yellow and the white roses.
Sharon raised the Gluck and cleared her throat.
The man turned around, momentarily surprised. Seeing the Gluck, his surprise turned to horror.
He reached for his own weapon. Taking no chances, Sharon pulled the trigger. The loud bang broke the silence and frightened off the nearby birds. Fredrick jumped in alarm, immediately pulling the girls behind him.
The girls screamed and clinged to their father’s legs in terror.
The bald man opened his mouth, allowing a fountain of blood to pool out, joining with the blood pouring out of his throat.
He choked, coughing up blood as he tried to put pressure on the lethal wound. Sputtering, he collapsed to the floor, convulsing and then finally laid still. Swallowing hard, shaking violently, she hugged her family.
“Thank god, you three are unharmed. Listen, I’m likely to go to prison for killing those men. You will come visit me, won’t you?”
Fredrick nodded with a small smile. “You’re a heroine- course we will.”
The door opened behind them with a bang. Sharon spun around, Gluck still in hand.
It was the police. Relieved, she lowered her weapon.
“I’ve got to go now,” she said to Fredrick and her daughters.
The girls hugged their mum, planting a kiss on each cheek.
“Be good for your daddy.”
Finally turning her attention to the police, she shook her head sadly.
“You’re too late. Our captors are already dead. This one here was the accomplice, and the boss man is upstairs in the master bedroom.”
Without another word, Sharon led the police out of their home.
She arrived at the police station in handcuffs. The Gluck had been taken from her, and the forensic team had been called to go back to the house to collect the rest of the evidence.
The room was small and dank. The officers had allowed her to drink a small cup of tap water.
Slowly, she began to give her statement.
End

Doctor Who

So I have a new TV obsession, It happens, I love things a bit to much and become obsessed, but I am thinking a Doctor Who Part on Nov. 23rd 2013.  Doctor Who Food, Doctor Who Drinks, and You Dress As Your Favorite Doctor Who Character… But alas all my local peeps are not excited as I am, which leaves me sad…. Well here is a picture of the Doctors I found online….

 

Angels Cried

I am torn about my feelings of this book, part of me is so proud to be a part of this project, the other part is saddened that this project even has to exist. As everybody knows on 12/14/12 Sandy Hill Elementary was attacked and 26 angels found their way to heaven that day. There have been many tears shed and humanity has shown that there is still a sense of love and unity as the nation’s, the world’s, heart reached out to Newtown, CT and the families effected by this tragic event. I was contacted by Stephen Wilson asking me to be a part of this project and I said yes, without thought without hesitation, as an Indie author there may not be much that I an do, but to write a short or a poem and donate it to raise money for the effected community was the bare minimum I could do, I have inserted myself in several projects to help these families. But this has got to be the one I am most proud of. Why? Because indie authors around the world, the world not just the United States, but the world, stepped up and donated their works for this anthology. All the works are wonderful and express so much emotion, that I can only hope that the friends and families of the victims, and any person going through similar grief, will find a level of comfort from these short stories and poems. The souls of many have been scared by this tragic event, and I pray that as a nation, as a world, we can step up and prevent another community from having their hearts and souls torn apart from a tragic event such as this one in Newtown, CT.

On 12/14/12, tragedy struck. Authors and artists combined, so that their expressions of emotion could be put to good use. Contributors from around the world came together and we shared our souls for charity. Our effort has combined to create the anthology “Angels Cried.” Please purchase this book. The proceeds go to the Sandy Hook School Support Fund, managed by the United Way.

Contributors:

Meghan Arcuri
Michael Bailey
Jen Baker
Ency Bearis
Julian Brooklyn
Allison Bruning
Elizabeth E. Castillo
Crysta Dawn
Guy Anthony De Marco
T.J. Edison
George S. Geisinger
Charlie Giardino
Marianne Halbert
Reyna Hawk
Zrinka Jelic
Cyma Rizwaan Khan
John Kovacich
Rachel E. Kovacs
Catherine Mahoney
Don Martin
Tami Kidd Masincupp
Paul Morrison
Melisha N. Murray
Eri Nelson
Matthew Christopher Nelson
Roseville Nidea
Linda Bonney Olin
Moses Opara
Alan Place
Katherine Rochholz
Kit Roe
L.K. Russ
Sara St. Claire
Crystal Schall
Zantippy Skiphop
Daron Smith
Brien Sparling
Gretchen Steen
Christena Antonia Valaire Williams
Lisa Williamson
Stephen L. Wilson

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Twelve Unlikely Heroes John F. MacArthur Review

Twelve Unlikely Heroes: How God Commissioned Unexpected People in the Bible and What He Wants to Do with YouTwelve Unlikely Heroes: How God Commissioned Unexpected People in the Bible and What He Wants to Do with You by John F. MacArthur

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

“What kind of people does God use to accomplish His work?”

Far from the children’s tales depicted in picture books and nursery rhymes, the men and women highlighted in the Bible were unnervingly real. They faltered. They struggled. And at times, they fell short. Yet God worked through them in surprising and incredible ways to accomplish His purposes. Scripture does not hide their weaknesses, caricature their strengths, or spin their stories as a display of human nobility. Instead, it describes these heroes of the faith with unflinching honesty and delivers an unexpected ending: “God is not ashamed to be called their God” (Hebrews 11:16).

In “Twelve Unlikely Heroes,” pastor and best-selling author John MacArthur uses his deep knowledge of the Bible and history to take us back to see these three-dimensional men and women in their own times and cultures. In doing so, it becomes clear how their dramatic stories apply to us today. People who might at first seem foreign quickly become familiar and unforgettable–particularly as they reveal the true Hero behind every witness, the power counterbalancing every weakness, “the Author and Finisher of “our faith” (Hebrews 12:1).”

I love when I can learn something from a book and this one doesn’t disappoint!  I found out a lot about the twelve unlikely heroes of this book.  This is the first book I read of John MacArthur and was not disappointed in the book; however that being said there was something missing, can’t quite put my finger on it but something left me wanting more from this book.  Though this is a good starting point for anybody wanting to know more about people that are spoken about in the bible, it would be just that a starting point.  This book took me longer than most to read, but it was very enlightening and informative. And this book encourages me to read his other works or to seek out more information about these twelve unlikely heroes.

*Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book for free and all opinions above are my own. I did not receive any other compensation for this review.*

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