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.
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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?
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Natalie is the author of The Akasha
Chronicles, a young adult paranormal fantasy trilogy. When not writing,
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Natalie enjoys walking in the high
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family and friends. She was raised an Ohio farm girl, now lives in the desert
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