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Saturday, November 22, 2014

Blood Prophecy Blog Tour & Review...

Blood prophecy
Queen's Destiny
by Barb Jones

Snippet

Marcus was above her now, and he helped Chloe struggle to her feet.  She never took her eyes off Amber as Gerard’s movements slowed and then finally stopped.  Still, Amber’s mouth stayed on his neck.
Michael was there now, breathing heavily and watching as the wolves tore at the carcasses around them, biting off legs, arms, great chunks of torso and even heads, until only the four remained whole—the four, and Gerard’s lifeless body.  Finally, Amber lifted her head.  Her eyes were bright and she licked blood from her lips.  With a laugh that sent chills up and down Chloe’s spine, Amber lifted Gerard’s body and threw it amongst the wolves, who dove on it and continued their orgy of gore. 
Michael rushed to Amber and embraced her.  Chloe and Marcus limped along after him.  Amber smiled at them as she disengaged from Michael and ran to Chloe.  Michael called after her, “I should be angry with you.  I thought I was pretty clear that Gerard was mine.”
The friends stood together and watched as the frenzy gradually died down and wolves began whimpering rather than snarling.  Soon they gathered and walked to the four, transforming as they did and kneeling in front of Amber.  Chloe recognized a number of them as museum employees.  Even the bitch from accounting. I will never complain about how you want purchase orders completed again.  Finally, a giant of a wolf, fur dark black and glistening with gore, padded in front of the others and gradually assumed a familiar shape.
“Malakai Ridgewater?”  Marcus stared in disbelief.  The man stood before Amber, smoothed his sideburns, and knelt.
“All these years,” Amber whispered.  “All these years and you waited for me.”
Ridgewater pushed the hair from the side of his neck and revealed a dark black symbol.  Marcus glanced at his own, and then at Michael, who shrugged and inclined his head to reveal one of his own.  “I would have waited another thousand years for you, my queen; and I’m not sure the mark gave me much of a choice anyway.”

Excerpt:
Chloe, Yakima, 1993
Chloe held tightly to her mother’s hand and they walked through the pines. She stepped around the occasional drifts of snow that stubbornly refused to melt even now at the end of March.  Six others walked with them, heading deeper into the woods.  Chloe looked at their feet, trying to match the sound of the needles and brush crackling under their boots to each particular step.  She concentrated on the sounds.  When she was satisfied she could identify each of the walkers by the noise of their footsteps, she turned her attention to their breathing.  Her mother was easy, and she recognized the pattern without having to think much about it.
The others took a little work.  The man ahead and to the right breathed shallowly and regularly, while the one behind them wheezed a little.  The woman next to her mother breathed purposefully, as though every exhalation resulted from conscious intention.  The others—
“Mommy, stop.”  Her mother looked down at her and Chloe began to tug at her arm, pulling her south.  “Come on.”  Her mother looked at the wheezing man and he nodded, so she allowed Chloe to guide her and the others followed.  In a few minutes, the bubbling of the Yakima River reached Chloe’s ears.  In four or five more, the others heard it as well.  She pulled her mother through a last copse of trees and stood at the bank, staring at the water.
“What is it, honey?” Chloe’s mother knelt beside her and studied her face.
“The whitefish is about to die.”  Chloe pointed at the water.
“What whitefish, sweetie?”
“The one right there.”  She was still pointing at the water.  Her mother followed her finger to the water and squinted, but couldn’t make out anything below the ripples of the river.
“How is the whitefish going to die, Chloe?”  It was the wheezer. He’d walked up to where the girl and her mother stood on the bank.  He pointed at the water.  “Will another fish come and get it?” 
Chloe reached out and took the man’s hand, still pointing, and lifted it up, pushing it as far as her reach allowed.  “The sky will kill it.”
The man looked up and studied the sky for a while, then turned his attention on Chloe’s mother.  “Marlene, I’m just not sure.  She feels intently, I know that.  Still, it’s not just…what?  What is it?”
Marlene’s eyes had grown wide and she stared at the sky.  “Look, Tom.”
He looked up.  It was an eagle, and it circled above the river.  Suddenly, it dove, and Tom gasped at the speed of the thing.  In only a second or so, it was flying back upward, a whitefish in its talons.
He looked at Chloe.  “You were right, she has the Sight.”

MY REVIEW

A prophecy told long ago that is destined to unite three different faction of supernatural creatures. Each faction has it’s own version of the prophecy but which one is the real one and how far will they go to make their version of it come true? Michael has been waiting for centuries for the Queen to rise again. Plans have been made and now all he has to do is find her so that he can fulfill his destiny. Amber has always had strange dreams that leave her plagued with doubts about reality. Chloe has been special since the days she was born. Gifted with the Sight she is a child of Prophecy as well. Two women brought together to fulfill a destiny written long ago. Will the Prophecy come to fruition? Will Michael find his Queen? Will Amber succumb to the forces after her? A great beginning to a what is bound to be an enthralling experience.  

Having been born and raised in Hawaii, I loved telling stories ever since I was a child about vampires, werewolves, angels, demons, and witches.  I was a little girl who loved scary stories, much to my mother's dismay.  The scarier - the better.  Hawaii was a perfect place for stories until I moved to Seattle.  I decided to turn a love for the supernatural into writing stories to see if others would love them as much as I do.  Currently, I live in Florida but since I'm a Seattle girl at heart, my stories take place in the Northwest.  I continue to write supernatural stories of vampires, werewolves, witches, and more while enjoying the beaches and sunshine.  I also love to help others and give back to my community.        

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