CAVE OF SECRETS release January 27th

Get ready for Cave of Secrets, the third volume in the NIGHT ANGELS CHRONICLES.

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A demon force is taking over Oak Haven and people are dying in horrific ways. Somewhere beneath the city of Los Angeles lies the hidden chamber and the Secrets to the Origins of Life. If only Sera can find it, maybe she can stop the violence. She needs her dad to help her and she’s certain he’s still alive. But in order to find him, Sera must make a pact with her nemesis, Fabian Gore.

Peter, the Night Angels, has vowed to love and protect Sera, but even he can’t help her in this task. Nor can Jimmy, the human whom she knows she can trust. Only the “girl with the crazy eyes” can lead Sera to her father. Without her dad and the secrets he holds, Sera doesn’t think she can go any further.

Sneak Peek from Cave of Secrets:

Where was Gus? Once I entered the thick bushes I paused and listened. How silent it was. How heavy and still. Stifling. Oppressive.

“Gus?”

Why didn’t he answer?

And then I heard it. A scream. A horrible, agonizing scream, cutting through the stillness and ending as suddenly as it had begun.

I ran, allowing my denizen senses to guide me. I could feel it stronger than ever. The oppression, the evil. Now I saw a trail of blood before me. A body had been dragged here, plowing a path through the underbrush.

It looked like Gus had almost made it to the place where the foliage had ended. Only a few feet further and he would have jumped the wall and been back in civilization, walking on the sidewalk near the road to the market.

But Gus wasn’t ever going to the market again. Or anywhere. Perhaps whatever had attacked him had first chased him down this pathway. Perhaps while we had called to him, Gus had been running for his life, all his energy intent on getting away, none left over to cry for help.

And then that final scream of pain and terror.

I followed the path of blood through the broken underbrush, up the hill, knowing what I would find at the end.

In a little open area, beneath an old oak tree, its roots spreading like writhing snakes along the ground, I found a scene of carnage. A broken, twisted body, arms and legs at impossible angles. Face in the dirt, a lake of blood seeping into the thirsty soil.

Salem was kneeling by the body, reaching a hand toward it.

“Don’t touch it,” I said, kneeling beside him.

I was aware of Jimmy coming up from behind, breathing hard.

Salem turned the body over anyway.

“No,” he said, pulling away.

Gus’s throat had been torn out, his chest, his stomach, a gaping, glistening hole, his insides gutted. He lay there, eyes staring sightlessly up at the burning sky, mouth stretched wide across his teeth in a frozen grimace of excruciating pain.

“God help us,” breathed Jimmy.

All my nightmares came alive in that moment. The image of the monster Gore on the plateau, teeth and claws dripping blood. He had done this to a coyote–gutted it. And then there was our family lawyer, Mr. Meriwether. I had almost forgotten about the poor man. The same thing had happened to him.

Gore–it must be Gore! I turned away from the body and stared at Salem. He was looking down at Gus with hated and contempt. No pity, no remorse.

An icy river flowed down my spine. Could it have been my own brother? Salem’s gaze shifted to me and he read my questioning expression. His eyes went wide with disbelief. He shook his head and mouthed, No!

Others were crashing through the bushes. Soon the entire group, including Stanton, was gathered around the body. And then pandemonium broke out as the reality of what lay before them sank in. Students who had, only moments before, thought they tough threw up. They screamed, losing complete control of themselves.

Tray, Jimmy, Inez and Scooter were upset like the others but in a different way. They were silent. Horror struck. And they were stronger. They had seen more and suspected what types of creatures might have done this.

Alex was a blubbering, broken mess. This wasn’t what he had signed on for when he joined Gus’s gang. He screeched like a frightened mouse when Salem happened to glance at him and then clapped a hand over his mouth to stop the sound. He would never accuse Salem to his face, never have the nerve. But Salem and I both knew what he and everyone else was thinking–that Salem had done this.

 

 

 

 

Who Are the Night Angels? Marek Tells His Story

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In Book of Angels, readers find out more about who the Night Angels really are…and their terrible histories.

Here Marek tells his story to Sera, after a lesson in sword-fighting. It isn’t a pretty tale, be prepared…. The images it brings to mind are horrific. But the stories need to be told…the truth must be revealed.

MAREK’S TALE:

Marek drew close to me, so that I saw the fine sheen of sweat on his brow, still fresh from our practice. As usual, his expression was neutral but his eyes were cold and hard, the look I had seen in Peter’s eyes so many times when he remembered his past and the humans who had inhabited it.

“One night I overheard my master’s drunken conversation with his wife. The next morning he was going to send me to the Coptic priests at Abu Gerbe to be castrated.”

I shook my head and took a step back. This was something I had not seen in my Turning. What I had seen was bad enough. I didn’t want to find out more.

But Marek stepped forward, almost daring me to try and escape. I was against the wall and he was in front of me. I didn’t try to get away. What would be the point?

“His plan was to sell me to the Ottomans. It was against the Ottoman’s faith to make eunuchs. But the Christians had no such qualms. Do you know how they would do it?”

I shook my head.

“The priests chained the boy to a table and sliced off his penis and testicles. Then, for the healing process, they stuck bamboo catheters into the genital area, dug a hole in the sand, and buried the child up to his neck. The survival rate was ten percent. Naturally those who survived fetched a large price.”

I was revolted. I had heard of female genital mutilation. But this was something I did not know. And why should I? It wasn’t necessary to know every horrible detail of what had happened down through history!

“So…the Ottomans wouldn’t make eunuchs but they had no problem buying them?” I asked.

Marek still didn’t look angry. Only amused, and always in complete control. I wondered what it took to make Marek truly angry. I never wanted to find out.

“Humans are nothing if not hypocritical. They can justify the most horrific and obscene behavior by telling themselves lies over and over until they believe them.”

I had to admit that this was true. I’d discovered it the hard way, after my dad’s death, when the carefully preserved façade of lies hiding the true nature of Oak Haven was torn away.

“I slit the throat of my master while he slept in a drunken stupor.  It was my first killing. I ran away. I was quickly captured by a group of traders and brought to the Sultan’s court anyway. But at least I had escape castration. The Sultan was far crueler than my first master but he was of a superior intelligence. He took a liking to me and made sure I was taught history, art, poetry and philosophy. For that I am grateful.”

Marek now took a step back and I breathed easier, feeling my muscles relax slightly. When would I ever really relax, every again, I wondered?

I was too stunned by his story to say anything. We picked up our swords and walked toward the small door in the courtyard. Marek grinned sideways at me. “I see how kids in your culture pierce and tattoo themselves. Some put rings through their noses–willingly! It’s very funny to me.”

I felt grateful he didn’t expect some response from me about his terrible story. What response could I possibly give? It was all so horrible.

 

 

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An Illuminated Manuscript; an ancient city beneath Los Angeles, built 5,000 years ago by the Lizard People; a Queen imprisoned in the Life Box in St. Catherine’s Monastery in the Sinai Desert; a castle in Slovenia; a medieval church hiding a dangerous mystery. Find out what happens to Sera in BOOK OF ANGELS, volume two of the NIGHT ANGELS CHRONICLES, as she continues her quest to find the tablet upon which is written the SECRETS TO THE ORIGINS OF LIFE.

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Book of Angels Released Today!

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Join Sera and the Night Angels as they continue their search for the Secrets to the Origins of Life.

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Do Artists have a Responsibility to Society?

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View from my balcony right now as I write! Lake Arenal, Costa Rica.

Here is an article I just published on my other blog, which I would also like to share here.

Do Artists have a Responsibility to Society?

Almost Time for BOOK OF ANGELS!

Almost time to reveal the cover for Book of Angels, volume II in the NIGHT ANGELS CHRONICLES!!!

Here are all the titles…as of right now:

Key of Mystery

Book of Angels

Cave of Secrets

Land of Talismans

Throne of Desire

Door of Destiny

It’s getting intense, I can tell  you. I’ve pretty much finished Cave of Secrets and I am now working on Land of Talismans. Things are heating up in Oak Haven. Not mention underground…and across the world. And I’m in the perfect place to get inspired. Tropical paradise Costa Rica.

 

Book of Angels, Volume II in NIGHT ANGELS CHRONICLES, and Editor’s Pick

Book of Angels is soon to be released and I am thrilled to announce that it is an Editor’s Pick with my fabulous editor, Melissa Hosack, Evernight Teen. Find your way deeper into the secrets of the NIGHT ANGELS CHRONICLES with Volume II. Learn more about denizens. Do you know what they are?
“A denizen is a foreigner allowed certain rights in an adopted country.”

This is who the Night Angels are and who Sera and her brother Salem become. What, really, does it mean? How at home do you really feel you are in your world? Can you ever escape it for a better one? What is the price that you pay if you do?

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I was recently in Bolivia for two months, finishing up Volume III, Cave of Secrets. Amazing experience. I found a fantastic boxing gym and became obsessed with the colonial churches. I wrote my first travel essay, Writing and Fighting in Sucre, and it will be published in http://www.gonomad.com soon! I had interviews published in The Missing Slate, http://themissingslate.com/2016/05/18/an-interview-with-my-world-project-founder-karen-hunt, Fantasy Lit Magazine, and Talk Supe.

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Angels with Gold Wings in the Church of the Santa Clara Monastery

How could I not be inspired for NIGHT ANGELS CHRONICLES when images such as this angel in Santa Clara Convent and Church surrounded me?

The month of June found me back in Los Angeles to catch up with my kids and to teach some kick boxing classes. I celebrated July 4th with friends in Calabasas, on a hill overlooking the San Fernando Valley, where so much of NIGHT ANGELS CHRONICLES takes place.

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But traveling calls to me! I am in Costa Rica, on beautiful Lake Arenal, writing for three months. Who knows where this experience will lead me?

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Above is the view on my run in the little pueblo where I live, my neighborhood. This place is inspiring me as I start to write Volume IV, Land of Talismans.

These books mean so much to me. They are entertaining but they also have a message of unity and they ask the most fundamental questions that all humans want to answer, and yet we cannot find the answer to these questions no matter how hard we search.

Now, as I write this, the tropical rain beats down on the roof and the sound is intense. Lightening strikes and clouds roll across the lake as if preparing for battle. I love this planet with all its diverse beauty. This planet is fine, it is humanity that is messed up! I hope these books can influence a new generation to unite and fight against oppression in all its forms. Travel the world. Find your path. Learn from those who seem different–discover how you are really all the same and celebrate the wonder and artistic expression of your differences. Speak your truth. Stand up against fear and manipulation.

As I quote Alexander Pope at the beginning of Book of Angels, “Aspiring to be gods, angels fell; Aspiring to be angels, men rebel.”

Cemetario General, looking just like apartment buildings for the dead

Cemetario General, Sucre. Where we all end up eventually. Little apartment buildings for the dead. Except that Sera escapes this fate. And finds herself embroiled in a curse greater than death.

Walking on the Roof of San Filipe Neri Church at Sunset

Walking on the roof of San Filipe Nero Church, I found the answers to some of these questions…..which only led to more questions of a deeper nature. A beautiful journey. And not an easy one. But well worth it.

SEVEN THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT KEY OF MYSTERY

Seven Things You Should Know About Key of Mystery

Check Out my post on Talk Supe’s Blog!

WHAT IS NEXT FOR SERA IN BOOK OF ANGLES & CAVE OF SECRETS?

In the 1930s, geophysicist Schufelt became obsessed with the LIZARD CITY, referred to in a Hopi legend and said to exist beneath Los Angeles.

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Within the city lies a chamber with a tablet, upon which is written the Secrets of the Origins of Life. Whoever possesses the tablet will have the knowledge and power of God. The Los Angeles city council funded his search for the city. But just when Schufelt was about to reach his goal, he mysteriously disappeared.

Schufelt left behind a map. Both Sera and her enemy, Fabian Gore, have the map, and both are searching for the city. But Sera has a few aces up her sleeve.

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She has the coordinates left to her by her father.

D 35; N 1; E 500; D 15; W10; S 237

And she is led, by an unlikely source, to the Book of Angels, which can only be read by the one who will become the 7th Angel, who will then have the power to open the door to the chamber.

Then, there is a young boy from the inner city who has a special gift for navigating the tunnels, and who attaches himself to Sera.

When Gore concocts a daring plan to kidnap the boy, Sera and the Night Angels must protect him, or he be lost to them forever, imprisoned in Gore’s sinister drug rehab center high above the Malibu coast, a places of padded cells, restraints and horrific medical experiments.