Beyond the Hope
(The Division: Book Three)
By Connie L. Smith
ISBN: ebook: 978-1-945910-23-4
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Blurb:
In the aftermath of the latest battle, the
stakes are higher than ever before. Time’s hardly an ally to Nicholai’s army of
paranormal soldiers. The Tomes remain hidden, and the clock is ticking for the
Essenced poisoned with the demon’s incurable toxin.
Beyond those worries, magic might be
vanishing—a twist that could insurmountably cripple the army’s capabilities
prior to the war’s conclusion.
Never has the conflict felt so desperate, with
danger escalating and hope disappearing with the slow drain of the hourglass.
Will the answers surface in time, or will
the band of warriors fail to prevent the ruin of the world?
Excerpt:
Excerpt:
She couldn’t
deny that their story might soon end, but his promise of a lifetime sounded
much better. So she nodded, clung to that vow, and closed her eyes. “We’ll
survive this. But in case we don’t—”
“We will,” he
countered.
“It’d still
be worth it if we didn’t,” she insisted. “Demons can’t take over the world. But
if we do die… Julius, you… I… We…”
“Sweetheart?”
he interrupted with a tender smile. “I know. But we’re surviving. We’ll be
stealthy. Like pirates.”
She sniffled.
“Ninjas.”
He furrowed
his brow and leaned back from her. “Ninjas?”
She rolled
her tear-filled eyes, loving that he knew her well enough to let the
conversation go in such a random direction. That distraction and the carefree
banter were exactly what she needed in that moment.
“Yeah,” she
said. “Ninjas. Pirates are riotous, which isn’t very stealthy. Even if they
weren’t, ninjas are more awesome than pirates.”
He playfully
narrowed his gaze. “We might have to break up now.”
“You can’t
seriously think the other way. There aren’t giant, talking pirate turtles.” She
wrinkled her nose and sighed. “Really, Julius. It’s just about considering the
facts.”
He stared at
her for several seconds until he finally laughed. “You really are crazy.” But
we’ll have to continue this some other time. Your crystal’s almost ready.”
Glancing down
at it, she tensed because of the nearness of their upcoming task, but forced
herself to think on the good possibilities in front of her. “The war’s almost
over. Our friends will be safe. Roxie will be safe.” Then she let her
attention travel across the remainder of the hidden room, and a small smile
formed on her lips.
About the Author:
Connie L. Smith spends a decent amount of
time with her mind wandering in fictional places. She reads too much, likes to
bake, and might forever be sad that she doesn’t have fairy wings. And that she
can’t swing dance. Much of her preferred music is severely outdated, and as an
adult she’s kind of obsessed with Power Rangers. She has her BA from Northern
Kentucky University in Speech Communication and History (she doesn’t totally
get the connection either), and her MA in English and Creative Writing.
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