Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Sunday Sampler- Chapter eight The Librarian's Daughter The Story of Sage Greene

This week for Sunday Sampler, I'm posting an excerpt of chapter eight.  I hope to have The Story of Sage Greene out within the next week and I will post when it's available for downloads as well as giveaways.  Enjoy!



Chapter Eight (excerpt)


The sunlight blasted through the windows making the hardwood floors gleam like mirrors.  I mostly tossed and turned last night listening to the clock tick and chime the hours away.  It was seven, and I thought it would be a good time to get out of here. I tried to block the intense light out as I went down the hallway towards the stairs.
“Good morning,” said a voice from all the blinding brightness that hurt my sleep deprived eyes.  “Is there a bathroom up here?”
“What?”  I snapped as I forced my eyes to focus in the annoying heavenly light.
Smiling back at me, and looking very healthy, was the injured boy from last night.  I could feel my mouth drop open in surprise as light from the stained glass window above casted him in jewel-like colors.
“The bathroom,” he asked again with raised eyebrows.  “Portal demons smell nasty and I want to get the stench off that I’m sure you can smell.”
“But…but you were bleeding to death last night and looked like you were going to die,” I said looking at him quickly from head to toe.  If fact, he probably looked better than me right now as I pushed back my tangled hair.
His lips curled upward into an amused snicker.
“You’re Fae that’s why,” I said and through my exhausted state, was speaking my thoughts aloud.
His golden locks sparkled in the light and his pale green eyes pulled me in like an ignorant and oblivious child that is drawn into an enchanted forest all green and glistening and dangerous. 
“My name is Eric Attwood, and yes, I’m a Fae who as you can guess, is training to be a guardian.”  He stood smiling down at me as I gazed back at him.
“And your name is…” he prompted after a few seconds.
“Oh, Sage, Sage Greene.  My dad is your mentor, I mean, I guess, he is your mentor.”  I smiled awkwardly feeling embarrassed at my uncontrollable gawking.  “How’s your leg?”  I asked shifting the focus back to him.
“Faes heal quickly when given the right medicine and guardian Hartdale is exceptional with treating all kinds of different races.  And yes, your father is my mentor.”
I nodded my head as I continued to smile at him like an unaware idiot.
“The bathroom, which door,” he said nodding his head.
“Oh, that door,” I said pointing towards it.
“Thank you.”  He smiled and then slightly limped brushing past me as I scrambled downstairs.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, I said to myself with each step I took down the staircase.  I was Sage Greene, librarian-in-training, knife-throwing, fear nothing, self-defending independent girl with her own ideas and visions for her future.  It seems those fortresses have been broken by a boy and not any boy, but a Fae.
Faes I knew were of the enchanted community, but were considered equal by guardian standards.  They lived in a different realm called Avalon and most that did join the guardianship or librarianship, were of higher status in Fae society.  Not many joined and those that did used the experience to go back to Avalon and serve in their sentry units.
I wondered what Eric Attwood’s story was.  He had to be either well off or of a high family position to be here.  I then shook my head trying to push my wonderment of him away.  I had other things more important right now.
I could smell the sweet scent of rolls curling through the house and the voices of Alec and my dad talking.  Their tone almost sounded like they were debating without yelling and I followed their voices along with the enticing smell rolls to what I guessed would be the kitchen.
Being careful not to make the floor creak, I slid up to the door and pressed beside it trying to make out what they were saying.  Here I go again, eavesdropping.  But the last thing I wanted was to walk in on them if they were having a heated discussion. 
“You know how dangerous it is to have it come here especially since there is no reason,” my dad said in an even tone.  “I mean at the Ball and all.  Our daughters will be there, family and friends… you know how much attention things like this draw.”  His voice had a stern edge to it.
“Yes, Carl I do know how dangerous it is, but,” Alec said and then paused with the clanking sound of dishes, “I also know the strength of the guardianship and this will prove to those skeptics that we can secure such a strong implement while dancing around it ourselves.”  I could hear a chair slide out.   “That will shut them up for good,” he said spatting his words out with a small chortle.
The room grew silent, they were talking about the Fan, and I know they had probably been talking about it for some time.  I decided that I would make my entrance now, not only to save my dad, but so we could go home.
“Ah, good morning Sage,” Alec said in a pleasant tone.
“Good morning,” I replied.
He offered the rolls to me and I declined with a shake of my head and a smile.
“Are you ready to go home?”  I asked my dad as he finished his coffee.
“Your mom is on her way here to pick us up.”
“Oh, Sage,” Alec said finishing his roll.  “I’m excusing you today for classes, but I want you back here at three so I can question you more on last night’s events.”
I glanced over to my dad who had a distant look in his eyes then nodded at Alec who smiled like a gracious host.
“Alright,” I said as my dad’s phone vibrated.
“Let’s go,” my dad said stepping towards the door.  “Tell Eric that I’ll meet with him this afternoon as well when I bring sage over.”
“I’ll be here all day making sure his wound is healing properly.”  Alec leaned back in his chair with a passive look on his face.  “Don’t worry Carl.  You know you do that too much, everything will be fine.”
My dad and I slipped out the door and into my mom’s SUV.
“Sage Clarisse Greene!”  My mom yelled so loud, I thought she might break the windows of the vehicle.
“Wendy!” My dad barked glaring over at my mom who sat with a shocked expression on her face.  I’ve never seen him yell at my mom before and by the look on my mom’s face, neither had she. He then sat back in the seat expelling his breath as he closed his eyes.  “Not now, please, not now.”  His voice pleaded in a soft tone.

We drove home in silence.

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Saturday, April 12, 2014

Sunday Sampler Chapter Seven The Librarian's Daughter The Story of Sage Greene

I'm slowly inching my way to getting The Story of Sage Greene done!  In the meantime, here's Chapter Seven of The Librarian's Daughter The Story of Sage Greene.  Enjoy!






Chapter Seven

My mom, I knew wouldn’t sleep until my dad got home.  She paced the floor nervously and then decided to go into the kitchen to make cookies—snicker doodles, my dad’s favorite.  I itched to get to the library and waited for my mom to start her baking before I told her I was going to bed. 
I wished I could tell her everything that has happened to me, but she wouldn’t understand and I didn’t have time to talk to her right now.  I had knowledge that could save my dad.
I pretended to go upstairs, but instead, waited in the shadows until I heard the mixer whirl from the kitchen.  Then, I crept back down, headed down the hallway to the glass atrium. 
The pungent smell of the large, bell shaped moonflowers filled the air as the dim moonlight flowed through the few panels of stained glass overhead.  It was a lush room with all sorts of plants, lights, and a small fountain my mom just added.  This was my mom’s oasis and also, another way to sneak out of the house. 
Off to the side and concealed by two fig trees, was a solid glass door that opened to the back yard. 
“Did you come to talk to the moonflowers as well?” 
I nearly jumped out of my skin as Roan held one of the blossoms delicately in his hand.  He stood under the enormous vine that wound its way around not only the trellis, but was starting to wrap itself around a few neighboring plants.  Roan looked like he too, could be easily entangled by the vine if he stood there long enough.
“Roan!”  I whispered harshly as one of the curling vines brushed across his shoulder.  “What are you doing here?  I thought you were in bed.”  I scolded as he gave me a confused look.
“I didn’t know you gave me a bedtime.”  He then looked back at the flower and smiled.  “Besides, I couldn’t sleep hearing these little beauts cry all night long.”  Roan then looked down at me shaking his head.  “None of the other flowers want to stay up and visit with the moonflower, so they got lonely and I came to their rescue.”  He then stroked the petal of the flower.  “Very passionate little darlings these are.”
I gave him a quizzical look that he ignored.  “Stop fondling the flowers and help me with the car,” I demanded going outside.
“Sage?” he said following me outside.  “What do you want with the car?”  I didn’t answer as I quickly walked over to the detached garage that my dad kept his mustang.  “Is something wrong?”
I removed the tarp that covered the cherry red vehicle that gleamed like a ruby in the pale light. It was a classic Mustang, in pristine condition and my dad rarely drove it anywhere.  It was more like a trophy on a shelf rather than a car you’d actually drive.
“I have to get to the library to save my dad and I can’t let mom hear or see me,” I said to Roan over my shoulder as I stood in front of the gleaming car.
Roan crossed his arms and looked between me and the vehicle.  “So, you’re going to get to the library in a cherry red sports car that sounds like a hundred troll bellies all rumbling with hunger at the same time when the motor is running and try to get to the library unnoticed?”  He raised his eyebrows with a crooked smile. 
“I can’t very well go into the garage and take my mom’s car.  She’s in the kitchen and would hear me.”  I ran my fingers through my hair and paced around trying to think how I could get to the library quickly.
“Sage,” Roan said stepping in front of me.  “What’s going on?” 
I took in a deep breath.  “I can’t tell you everything in detail now, but I saw someone do something they shouldn’t of at the library and now it involves my dad.”
“You should tell…”
“Roan, please,” I cut him off.  “I can’t tell mom…not right now.”  I gazed at him. “Help me.”  I pleaded.
He let out a long sigh as he looked around.  “If you get caught—”
“I know, I know…I won’t involve you,” I said finishing his sentence.
“Here, take my bike.  It’s fast, dependable, and doesn’t sound like hungry troll bellies.” 
Roan pulled out his lime green bike complete with a large wicker basket in the back.  The seat was cushy, but it didn’t look like it would go very fast.
“You know I want to get there fast,” I said looking back at him.  “I think I should take the car.”
“First of all, you don’t have your license yet.”  Roan clicked the gear shifter as I held onto the handle bars letting out a sigh.  Librarians didn’t get to have licenses to drive vehicles until they were eighteen.  “So, this will get you there and trust me, very quickly.  I’ve had it modified to my specifications.”
I didn’t have time to waste and took off on the bike as Roan went on talking about his bike.  I thanked him and sped off as he yelled at me to wait.  Now that I was on a bike, I didn’t have a second to lose.  The bike glided down the street smoothly as I pedaled as fast as I could, rounding corners wishing I would have taken the car.  Suddenly, the knob of the gear shifter lit up with flickering lights.
“Destination?”  A woman’s voice asked and was coming from the shifter.
“What?”  I asked in disbelief.
“Destination please,” she repeated as the center light flashed with each syllable she said.
“Greenwick Library,” I replied questioningly.
Suddenly, the seat rumbled underneath me as a few more lights appeared and began to flash on the handle bars.  The pedals then locked up, but the tires continued to turn and hummed against the pavement so fast, I thought I would lose control of the bike, but I wasn’t in control of it anymore. 
“Arrival time in two minutes, fifteen seconds,” the woman’s pleasant voice said as I grasped onto the handlebars and watched the ground leave from under me.
I held my breath looking down at the rooftop of houses go by under me.  In front of me I could see the curving stream of streetlights ahead as the cool air rushed past me.  I could feel a surge of frightened excitement as I skidded through the air.  I smiled at the view of Greenwick and didn’t realize how different it looked from above.  Roan certainly did have some sort of modification to his bike and he never told me about it.  My smile widened at how fun it was to be in the air above Greenwick that I nearly forgot the urgency of everything.
“Descending,” the voice said as the bike made a steep bank and declined sharply through the trees that surrounded the library.
“Resume manual control,” the woman’s voice said as I cut through the trees to the sidewalk that led up to the front doors.
I quickly put my feet on the pedals and prepared myself to land this bike.  I grasped the handlebars tightly, held my breath as the tires touched the ground, and kept my eyes focused on the front door of the library as the bike began to wobble uncontrollably.  I tried to gain control over it, but I was going too fast and veered off across the lawn and into the wooded area.
The bike rolled down a slope before tipping over and throwing me into a thorny bush.
“Oww,” I cried pulling myself up quickly.
I didn’t have time to remove the thorns and could feel scrapes stinging angrily on my knees and elbows.  I grabbed Roan’s bike and was going to push it up the hill, when two hands grabbed my arm pulling me back so hard, I thought they had dislocated my shoulders.
I was thrown against something hard and through the stars that filled my eyes, I could see a darkened image in front of me. 
“You stupid little librarian,” said a man’s heavy accented voice.  “You just can’t stay away.”
“I…”  I stared to say when the man flicked off his hood and peered back furiously with nearly black eyes.  He pressed me harder against the tree and that’s when I noticed the buttons on his coat embellished with the crest of the guardians.  He was the same guardian I had met in the woods earlier.  “You…”  I croaked out as another figure came up from behind him.
I glanced between them both, but couldn’t see the other man’s face as it was covered in shadow.  Before I could say anything, something hot and smelling of garlic, filled my nose as everything faded to black.

My eyes opened to the brightness of the cool light given off by the orillions that hung on the wall and the commotion of loud voices not making any sense.  I sat up with a throbbing head and glanced around realizing I was in the library.
“Dad,” I said standing up and peering through the black clad men scrambling around the lobby and looking up into the portal that swirled faster than I’ve ever seen it do before.
“Here dear,” Violet, the receptionist on duty gave me a glass of water.
I took it from her as I looked around for my dad.  “Violet, what’s going on and have you seen my dad?  I have something to tell him.”
“Your dad went into the portal with another guardian…to check things out.”  She tried to cover her concern with a smile.  “We need to get you home, but first guardian Hartdale wants to check on you before I take you home.”
“Ah, our little curious librarian-in-trailing is awake,” Alec Hartdale, Dominique’s father, said peering down at me with his vivid green eyes and dark hair that was the same hue as his daughter’s. 
“Is my dad coming back soon?  I really need to talk to him.” I tried to stay composed as my body trembled and I craned my neck to peer into the group of guardians trying to catch a glimpse of him.
“Ms. Greene,” he said gently guiding me down the hallway to the nurse’s office.  “Your father is fine and is with guardian Atwell, a new guardian-apprentice.  We are simply conducting a routine inspection.”
The orilions immediately went on as he shut the door behind him and motioned for me to have a seat on the cot covered with a stiff, white sheet.
“A routine inspection,” I said with questioning voice.  “But…”
“Are you hurting anywhere?”  He asked talking over me.  I shook my head as he peered down at me.  “Are you sure, because not only am I head guardian of this district, but also a physician.” I knew that already, but I think he liked to hear it said aloud.
“No, I’m fine,” I insisted.
“That was quite a spill you took in the forest.”  He sat down in a chair moving it in front of me as he pulled out a small light and flashed it in my eyes.  “I know you say you’re alright, but it’s still my duty to make sure you are not hurt.”
He looked in both eyes and then grabbed my wrist taking my pulse as I could hear the guardians talking in the lobby. 
“Well it seems you’ll live Ms. Greene,” Alec said as I hopped up.  “Hold on,” he said with a smile.  “Now as head guardian I have to ask you a couple of questions.”
He again motioned for me to sit down and reluctantly, I sat back onto the cot.
“What were you doing in the forest outside the library?”  He asked curiously with folded arms.
I drew in a deep breath wishing I had time to make up a good excuse. I knew I couldn’t tell him that just a few hours ago I saw his daughter release two witches—he wouldn’t believe me anyhow.
“I—I was scared that my dad might get hurt.”  I answered quickly knowing if I took too long to make something up, he’d think I was lying.  And I was truly concerned my dad might get hurt considering what I know.
“Sage,” he said my name with a small laugh.  “You’re almost the same age as my daughter and have known about the things your dad does since you were little and now, you feel the need to rush to the library to warn him?”  He asked rhetorically as he gazed at me with his gentle eyes waiting for an answer.
A loud knock on the door postponed my answer and made me jump as Alec got up to answer it.
“They found something, guardian Hartdale,” the guardian said.  “One has injuries and needs you right away.”  His voice was grim.

Alec glanced back at me as I got up and pushed past them.  I could feel my heart pound in my chest as I ran towards the portal surrounded by the black clad guardians.  If anything happened to my dad, I’d never forgive myself.  

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Goodreads Giveaway!

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Sunday, March 30, 2014

Poster for The Librarian's Daughter series

Her's a poster for my Librarian's Daughter series-might turn this one into a bookmark as well!

Friday, March 28, 2014

Sunday Sampler Chapter Six excerpt The Librarian's Daughter- Sage Greene

Getting closer to being done!  This week for Sunday Sampler, I'm posting an excerpt of Chapter Six-Enjoy!






Chapter Six

“No, you are not balancing yourself,” Lazarus said rubbing his forehead frustrated.
We have been practicing back flips for an hour now and I was beginning to grow as exasperated mentally as I was physically tired.  Lazarus motioned for me to sit and take a break, but I waved him off.  I wanted to master this before I stopped.  I had limited time left with my lessons and I wanted to squeeze every ounce I possibly could.
“Keep trying,” I said breathing hard.
Lazarus nodded his head and stood with his arms folded across his broad chest.  “You are not gaining anything by doing this technique sloppier than the last.”  His penetrating eyes scanned mine.  “What’s bothering you little rabbit?”  He had nicknamed me rabbit after my third lesson since I reminded him of one.  I was as quick and agile, like a rabbit, and have always naturally been that way.  Lazarus believed that everyone had a connection to other animals—qualities that we shared and I was lucky enough to be considered rabbit.
The questioned had burned on my tongue for the last hour.  “What is a sylph guardian?”  I blurted out and asking was my last resort.  I’ve read through the Rubrics of the Guardianship and found nothing about them, got onto the guardian files on my dad’s computer and searched their database finding nothing.  I looked in all the books we had at home and I couldn’t find anything on the elusive sylph guardians.  Lazarus, if anyone would probably know something about them, at least I hoped.
“Why do you want to know?  Paper due or something?”  He questioned me with a raise of his eyebrows.
“Yes, a paper and I can’t find anything about them.”
He studied me with his eyes and then let an amused grin slip from his usual expressionless face that he always kept during my lessons.
“You are lying.” He stated flatly.  “And you are not good at it.”  He stepped onto the mat and motioned for me to try another back flip.
“Lying?”  I questioned feeling insulted, even though I kind of was fibbing about a paper.  “I…” Lazarus raised his hand to stop me and motioned again for me to come to the mat to attempt another back flip.
The first rule that Lazarus has listed in his “ten commandments”, is that you always do as instructed and right now I was being instructed to try another back flip, not defend myself against his accusation.
Instead, I concentrated and stood in position with my arms out in front of me and my legs bent.  I arched my back and Lazarus supported me by placing his hands in the small of my back.  With all of my strength, I pushed off with my feet and ended up landing on my knees again.
“You’re getting better and just about have it.”
“I’m not lying.  Why do you say I am?”  I asked sharply ignoring his compliment and getting a word in before he gave his next instruction.
His smiled deepened.  “Because sylph guardians are not considered in the guardianship and of course there would be nothing written of them.  They are an ancient society and now, nearly extinct.  I know they are not spoken of and certainly not referenced in one of your school books.  They are a taboo subject and therefore, no paper is due about them.”  He smiled with a small chuckle as my face reddened.  “So, tell me, why do you want to know about them?”
I bit my lip thinking of the two witches Dominique released.  “I overheard a conversation and they mentioned them.  Since it has to do with guardians, it interested me.”
“So, you eavesdrop now as well?”  He asked with an amused chuckle.
“No, I didn’t mean to hear it.  I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“And now you want to know about them and think I am familiar with the organization?”  Lazarus’s usual light-hearted demeanor, shifted like a sudden summer storm.  His eyes darkened with seriousness and his voice lowered as he stood in front of me. 
“If you do yes, I would love to know about them.” 
He motioned for me to sit on a slender wooden bench alongside the wall.  “I’ve known you for only a few weeks, but there is something about you, Sage Greene that I can’t put my finger on, but feel a strange familiarity.  It doesn’t happen very often with my kind and often, without words, we can be drawn together even in a large crowd—just like the saying goes: birds of a feather flock together.  You always wanted to be a guardian and have come to me in secret to take lessons, and now you had a chance encounter finding out about the forgotten guardians.”  He turned towards me.  “You can call it instinct if you like, but I’ve met many sylph guardians who otherwise I’d never had met without my instinct.”
I could feel my skin prickle as I looked away from Lazarus and peered at the floor blankly, trying to comprehend what he just revealed to me.
Lazarus then tucked his finger under my chin and gazed at me with his blue eyes. “I know a lot about sylph guardians, because little rabbit, I’m one myself.”  He said aloud what I was thinking inside.
He removed his finger from my chin, but I kept my eyes focused on him.  “Why are you telling me this now if you knew or suspected something before, why didn’t you just tell, or at least ask me?”  I could hardly believe Lazarus was telling me this.
“One does not just go up to someone and engage in such conversation without having a few red flags pop up.  Look, you’ve always wanted to be a guardian and I bet you can’t even put that feeling into words.”  He smiled at my surprised expression of him hitting that one dead center.  “You found my studio and have progressed quickly in a short amount of time.  That’s amazing, but don’t let it go to your head,” he said with a small smile.  “And now, your desire to be something you can’t put words to, finally came to you calling with a name at what you want most to be—sylph guardian.”
I looked away thinking what Lazarus said made sense at the same time he could be just lunatic trying to lure in people to do whatever he wants.
“But you were in the guardianship for ten years and then discharged with honors after the near siege of the library in New York.”  I basically summed up Lazarus’s guardianship resume that is printed on the back of the brochures advertising his business.  “The guardianship let you still be a guardian even if you are a sylph?”
“Nice to know you can remember that right off the top of your head.”  His voice was light.  “And that is why I was discharged.  They found out that I was one and sylph guardians are considered traitors.  We hold no honor among guardians because the sylph betrayed the treelords a very long time ago.”
I shook my head in disbelief.  “But you didn’t betray the treelords.”
“No, not personally, but my kind did a long time ago.  And that is what a permanent mark can do for you.”  Lazarus took a deep breath.  “Sylph guardians are the first guardians to govern over the treelord’s realms.  We were like the police, but given certain realms to manage and make decisions for behalf of the treelords.  We had a lot of power and most of us used it wisely and followed the ways of the treelords.  But with power, also comes greed.  To make a long story short, that greed divided the sylph and with so much at stake, the treelords banished all sylph guariands.  We were stripped of our duty, power and position.  The treelords appointed new guardians and the remaining sylphs either faded to shadow to avoid execution, or if wealthy enough, bought a position from the new guardians.”  Lazarus stood up and walked towards the mirror.  He faced it with crossed arms and peered back at me in it.  “The only reason I wasn’t killed was because my actions were not only noble and showed loyalty to the treelords, but also a very publicized event.  Imagine a hero guardian suddenly dropping dead.”  His lips curled into a smile before he let out an amused chuckle.   
“That’s not funny,” I said peering back at him in the mirror.
“It’s all how you look at it,” he said turning around looking as lighthearted as a court jester.  “I’m not dead, at least not yet and I’m here running my own business and even training some of the guardians.”  He spun around with arms outstretched gazing up at the ceiling and all around before setting his icy blue eyes on me. 

He then walked towards me and knelt on his knees meeting his eyes with mine.  I didn’t blink and could hardly breathe. “You have ties to this Sage, somehow or somewhere in your heritage line, you have ties to the sylphs.”