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CW Schutter
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Category:
Young Adult/Teen
Publisher: River Ranbch Press
ISBN-10: 1492872881
Pages: 249
Copyright: Juyly 8, 2012
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
YA/NA Paranormal romance, first of a coming of age fantasy trilogy with apocalyptic themes featuring Nephilims (the children of angels).
Someone or something is stalking Destiny at Shadow Academy. Plunged into a world of magic and a paranormal romance with a sorcerer at her mysterious new school, Destiny discovers Shadow Academy is a portal for spirits.
Drawn to super-hunk Liam the first day, she wonders why he seems so familiar to her.
Although Destiny has long-forgotten her imaginary playmate, Liam is haunted by the paranormal romance they shared as children. But Liam's deadly secret turns their dream of love into a nightmare.
Destiny is targeted by fallen angels bent on snatching the astonishing secret her murdered mother left her. A secret that could release imprisoned dark archangels and raise up a Nephilim army to seize control of the world. As Destiny's ability to see into the spirit realm grows, she becomes increasingly suspicious that Liam is not only stalking her, but he means to kill her.
Tormented by the forces of good and evil warring inside him, Liam knows he must obey the fallen angels order to turn the girl he loves to the dark side or kill her. To stay together, the teen lovers must trick or defeat a terrifying worldwide network of evil spirits and demons.
Riveting, and romantic, The School of Shadows pits love against destiny, duty against desire, and calls for the ultimate sacrifice.
Excerpt
PROLOGUE
My father wanted me dead. I'm not crazy and I wasn't dreaming. I
heard my parents talking about it even though I never met dear Dad.
My dad visited us when I was seven. Fast asleep at the time, I woke
up hearing Mom arguing in a whispered shout with someone. I never heard
her hiss like that before; she was the gentlest person ever.
"Don't lie to me. You tried to kill your own daughter!" Mom's anger
vibrated with the same fear when she snatched me from the man who saved
me from drowning a week ago.
"You think I'm responsible for the undertow that swept her out to
sea?" a man's mocking voice replied.
"Knowing about the undertow tells me a lot," Mom snarled. "Besides,
I know what you're capable of."
"You give me too much credit." The man chuckled.
"From the beginning, you insisted I abort Destiny."
"It's not a matter of what I want. You know allowing her to live dooms us."
"I don't care," Mom lashed back.
My heart pounded. I jumped out of bed, tiptoed to the door and opened it a crack.
Never having met my father, I wanted to see what he looked like.
The room was dark. Only one small table lamp with a grayish-colored
shade glowed, throwing most of the room into shadow. Mom sat on the edge of her chair, twisting the fabric of her skirt.
All I could see of Dad was his right hand rhythmically drumming the
glass-topped surface of the end table directly under the lamp. The lamplight revealed long, elegant fingers, and rounded, perfectly cut nails painted with clear, but shiny, polish. I couldn't even see his hair color
because he wore a hat.
A truck rattled by on the uneven streets below, breaking up the dead
quiet just before his ice-cold serpentine voice coiled around my heart. "If she lives, we both die. It's her destiny."
I shuddered; tears filled my eyes. Surely he was lying.
Mom pleaded. "Give her a chance. If you meet her, you'll fall in love
with her. She's so sweet."
"Nevertheless, you know I'm never wrong. Never." Cruel certainty
laced his voice. He rose from the chair to stand, stiff and erect. He was
very tall and muscular, but slim.
"Please," my mom begged and stood. "Don't kill her."
My father sighed as if defeated. "Do you think I want to? She's my child, too. But, it concerns more than just the three of us. Her death has been ordered."
"Can't you convince them to spare her?" Mom sobbed.
"You may not believe this, but I did all I could to save her." He reached out and wrapped his arms around my mother. His hand trembled as
he stroked her auburn hair. Seeing so much tenderness in his gesture, I felt
suddenly awkward, as if I had just witnessed something intimate.
"We'll have another child."
"No!" Mom shoved him back. "More children? So you can threaten them, too? I won't let you or anyone else kill my baby! You'll have to kill
me first!"
My father stiffened. He tipped his hat and walked to the door. As he
walked past Mom, he stroked her face.
She slapped his hand away.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Destiny must die."
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