Gemini Rising Ethereal Fury
Book I
Jessica OGorek
Genre: YA paranormal romance
Publisher: Cogent NY
Date of Publication: April 2013
ISBN: 9780925776259
ASIN: 0925776254
Number of pages: 263
Word Count: 80K
Cover Artist: Jessica OGorek
Book Description:
Angry at the human race and its methodical destruction of her resources, Mother Earth recruits souls who have just left their bodies to serve Her, and turns them against humanity. Gemini, a clan of paranormal beings, picked from these possessed humans, emerges. A powerful, rising force proceeds to carry out Mother Nature’s plan to systematically destroy towns, cities, states… and eventually, the world. Amidst the chaos, a forbidden relationship between a human girl, Violette, and Onyx, a lead Gemini, begins. They will both find themselves in the middle of a revolutionary war that will either save, or destroy our world.
EXCERPT - Chapter 10- Little Girls
Other
than the stench of her burning house, and images of very tall flames, she
remembered very little about that night. She knew that it
wasn't just her house that had burnt. Other neighbors had lost their homes and lives
too. Her most vivid memory that night was the strange way she had escaped.
Her
room was on the second floor, her parents on the first. She’d been cozy in her
bed until her own coughing had awakened her. Sitting up in disbelief, flames
danced around the perimeter of her room, she had been unable to move and too
scared to think clearly. She had screamed for her parents. She had yelled their
names over and over, but they never came. Finally, she just stopped screaming
and tried to stand to see if her window was on fire too. It was hard to see
through the smoke, so she’d done what the firemen in school had taught her.
Crawling under the smoke, she’d made her way closer to the window, but it was a
lapping wall of flames. She was trapped. She gave up and curled up on what
must've been the only piece of carpet that wasn't blackened yet. She closed her
eyes and started humming one of her favorite lullabyes in her head. She had
known she was going to die and she wanted to hear the melody again.
Her
internal song was interrupted by the sound of her window shattering. She could
feel the glass spray hit her back, but she didn’t budge an inch. This didn't
frighten her; she was expecting the glass to break from the heat; the firemen
in school had told her that too. Heat created pressure on glass.
Without
warning, she felt herself being lifted up. She was oh so hot, her skin was
burning and it stung. She did not understand why she was walking to the fire,
but she could see the black night outside, a cooling rectangle of hope. Her
body was being moved by something else, not her, something benevolent and something
that smelled of reassurance. She would probably never forget that smell as long
as she lived. It smelled like her mom and dad, her home, the ocean, all mixed into
one blanket of loveliness. The safety of the aroma helped her tune out the
turmoil around her so she could observe what happened next, but she discovered she
did not need to be worried about how it was possible. Her young mind could just
accept what was and leave it at that.
She
was lifted easily through the window by whatever force enveloped her and then
hung two stories in the air for a few seconds before gently gliding to the
ground. Not a scratch or bruise. Whatever had rescued her let go and she fell a
few feet to the grass, coughing and sputtering. She remembered lying there for
a few minutes, then standing on wobbly legs. She had searched all sides of her
house, only to discover it was engulfed in the hot nightmare that kept her from
her parents. She wanted her mommy, her daddy, and her fluffy stuffed duck. She
had stood there, staring at the flames with hatred, her eyes barely blinking,
her fists clenched with the urge to hit something, but there was nothing to
hit.
When her eyes started to tear up and her face
was red from the heat, she made her way around to the front yard. What she saw
would scar her forever. Her neighborhood was nothing but flames and smoke. All
the houses were either actively burning or were blackened shells with cinders
blowing in the night. There had been no firemen there to rescue her, no other
people in the streets trying to find one another. Was she the only one left
alive? Why did the fire trucks not show up? Where were the giant hoses that
could save her house? Feeling like she'd been lied to by the firemen and
cheated, she’d walked out onto the street, as far away from the wildly burning
fires as possible, and sat on the curb to wait for someone to find her. After
at least another hour, she heard distant sirens. When the trucks came they were
all labeled with a town name that wasn't familiar. Not one other refugee from
the surrounding houses had emerged from the cooling ashes. "You're one
lucky little girl, sweetheart."
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/154Rpy9TY-k
About the Author:
I grew up admiring my father, Barry Weinstock, as an author. He took me around the country to different places so he could research and write his Wilderness Survival books. One of his greatest works, “The Path of Power,” was written with a great medicine man, Sunbear.
When I was twelve I started hand writing novels. My first one was two thousand pages. My dad always encouraged me and would rave about my writing. He gave me the confidence I needed to keep writing and follow my dream. My daughter, who is twelve, is currently working on her first novel. I hope to continue the legacy.
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