DAGAZ: An Aurora Stevens NovelPRELUDEAurora Stevens is an ordinary girl with an ordinary life and thats just the way she likes it. Simple, uncomplicated. But her life is about to become extraordinary beginning with the appearance of a mysterious Quartz amulet that will trigger events which send her spiralling into a chaotic descent into the unfamiliar realm of the Fae. Myths and fairytales are suddenly not whimsical childrens fantasies but a world where she must navigate the path between the forces of Light and Dark while they strive to bind her as their own. Can she adapt to this strange new world in time to fight for her freedom and will her newly found abilities be enough to save her from a people as old as the Earth itself?Enjoy this extract from my first novel
CHAPTER FIVEI dont know how long I lay there staring upward at the faint greenish glow of stars stuck randomly across the ceiling but fatigue must have finally gotten the better of me because I was again standing in the middle
For JanAs we sit and sip our tea, cradling the warmth of the porcelain in the palm of my hand, I am taken by her strength and beauty. Such a mundane moment in a day yet she dazzles me. She runs her hand through her short salt and pepper hair. Her fingertips still unfamiliar with its texture where once her blonde locks fell. But this new growth of short curls is better
perfect. It shows her true beauty and compliments her devilish grin. She raises her eyes from the cooling mug in her hands and I meet her gaze. The soft lines that frame her eyes and tease at the corners of her mouth are a reminder of a lifetime of smiles and giggles and contentment. A lifetime filled with family and friends who brought continual joy into her day. The lines which trace her forehead in rivulets of worry only add to her beauty. They show the tension she endured worrying about her loved ones caring for sick children, stressing over misguided teenagers, worrying about a husband who works so hard and si
Earthbound FaeAs the beautiful Moon slinks over the distant hills, she stands solitary and basks in the glorious silver shadow. The wind dances with her skirts around her dainty ankles and tickles her shoulders with wisps of hair. The luminous goddess beams down from the heavens and traces her skin with cool shadows. The night stills in readiness
. the critters of the forest cease to scamper and the birds to fly. She is left with nothing but the damp musk of night on her breathe and the glimmering silver from above. The moment has come. She raises her chalice upwards, offering it to the silver glory in the sky above. She stands with her sacrafice and waits for her answer. But the wind is still, the creatures are absent and she is done. The Moon has no reply but her continual glimmer of silver light. And so she remains alone, earthbound, with no kin but her silver companion. Wings which should carry her away remain unmoving as a single tear traces her cheek and falls to the silent Earth below.
The HuntersI lay sprawled on the dewy grass at the dege of the field, my sundress moistened by the ground underneath me where the coolness of night had given way to the first burst of light from that early Spring sunshine and laid a carpet of glistening droplets to dance across the field. I lay utterly motionless, lost to the haze of numbness that envelops you in the moments before you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. The sun dappled through the canopy of the trees which bordered the clearing, playing a shadowy dance across my bare shoulders. I followed the line of those shadows where they moved gently down my arm to my pale fingertips. I ran my fingers over the delicate, green spikes of grass with a touch you would normally reserve for your lovers bare skin. Barely touching so that the sensation seemed amplified as each blade tickled along my skin. The wind, like a breathe from Mother Nature herself, suddenly sped through the clearing and stirred the surrounding trees into a frenzy of da