Thank you for having me as a guest here at The Creatively
Green Write at Home Mom, Wenona. This is going to be fun! Not only because I
get to share on this great blog, but I charged my characters with a special
assignment.
Now before I let you dive into their part, I really need
to explain something. These characters are from my series, Cornerstone Deep. In
their world, they know of the Arched Spectrum of Realms which a set of five
dimensions. Cornerstone Deep is actually one of them, a cornerstone realm to
the “Arch” and where they reside… for the time being. The Shilo brothers,
James, Cole, and Vincent, are from Meridian, which is situated at the meridian
cap of the “Arch.” You can see the different dimensions in the image below and
get what I mean.
Elaina is Vincent’s wife and soul mate. *smile*
Elaina and Vincent sneak into Charlene’s office and
quietly close the door behind them. Vincent sits down at the computer and
logs on.
Elaina: *whispers* Hurry,
hurry, Vince. They’ll be here any minute.
Vincent: *waves his hand at the door and
an opalescent sheen covers it and the latch locks* Eko Silyst. *the
air thickenes*
Elaina: *squinches her
cheek* Do you really think locking and blocking the door will stop
them? *scowls and wiggles her finger in her ear as her words flattened*
Vincent: You don’t have to
whisper. Eko Silyst is a silencing spell. And
no. It won’t stop them, but it will buy us a little
time. Now…
Elaina: *rushes to look over his shoulder*
Vincent: *types* The
Meridian Maiden.
Elaina: Charlene’s not from Meridian.
Vincent: The topic is: “If
you could write your author into a book it would be called … and she would be a
…” *holds up a hand to accentuate the “…”*
Elaina: *folds her arms* Well
then why not call it The Princess of Shilo City?
Vincent: *smiles a toothy
smile* Because, I’m at the computer.
The door knob rattles, the latch unlocks, the opalescent
sheen fades, and the silencing spell breaks. James leads Cole into
the office.
Vincent: *grimaces* I forgot
about James and his multi-tasking.
Cole: Nice try, Kid.
James: *motions for Vincent to
move* I’ll take over here. *takes seat as Vincent gets
up* *types* Goddess of the Ethereal Plane.
Cole: Wait. *a sly grin curves
his lips* The topic didn’t say the book was going to be a real book. Why
don’t we have some fun with this? *everyone looks at him and he
reaches over James and types* Token Toad of Toad Suck.
All eyes widen.
Elaina: Cole!
Cole: What? Toad Suck is a
small community near where she lives in Arkansas. I could call
it Banshee of Booger Hollow.
Elaina: *covers her mouth and snickers*
Charlene: *enters the
office* How’s it going, guys?
James quickly waves his hand in the air and Cole
straightens, turning deep red.
Cole: Uh, duh, uh…well…
James: Cole came up with the perfect title
and character. Why don’t you have a look?
Charlene: Oh, Cole, you
did? That’s great. *looks over James’s shoulder and
reads* The Lady of Cornerstone Summit. Aww.
*hugs Cole* That is so sweet.
Cole: *looks at James with a “thanks for
the save” look* Anything for you, Charlene.
Destiny
Cornerstone Deep
Book 3
Charlene A. Wilson
Genre: Paranormal/light sci-fi/ Fantasy
Publisher: Spectrum Publishing
Date of Publication: May 11, 2015
ISBN 10: 0989984656
ISBN 13: 978-0-9899846-5-2
ASIN: B00W35XAY8
Number of pages: 200
Word Count: 52,886
Cover Artist: Charlene A. Wilson
Book Description:
Angels, Gods, High Ones… Could anything else find its way into the prophecy caused by their father, Sylis Shilo, the renowned realm traveler? Vincent understands there were things in his father’s work he wasn’t privy to simply because his soul was too young, but how could this be kept a secret from even his brothers? The more he learns, the more he’s glad he hadn’t known.
The sentinels of Cornerstone Deep are in for their most difficult challenge yet. The portal to the Spectrum of the Realms must be sealed, and punishments must be carried out. Will the Gods take all that is dear to Vincent, James, and Cole Shilo?
“Flesh cannot take away that which our souls have united.”
Excerpt:
Stars blinked,
and Vincent scowled at the firmament. They mocked him—tiny gems as out of his
reach as the treasure he sought. With a snarl, he scanned the area around the
empty town square, whirled to face Simpson drive, and then jabbed his hand
toward the deserted street of the city’s east side.
“Orvertre!”
The summoning
command echoed through the night and then ebbed into the quiet atmosphere with
no result.
A frog croaked
from Center Creek somewhere within the park to his right. The urban green
rustled and deep shadows waved as the breeze whispered along the tall border
hedges. A cat padded from an alley between the north side commerce onto the
sidewalk and then looked his way. The dim streetlight reflected in its eyes,
two silver discs that taunted alongside the night sky.
With a growl, he
punched his frustration into the air. Blue neon flashed from his fist. The bolt
highlighted the crimson brick storefronts and plowed into the street with a
resounding blast. Asphalt bulleted the commerce, shattering glass behind the
barred windows, and pelted the granite griffin perched on top of the corner
archway of the entrance to Shilo Park.
The cat darted
back the way it came.
Vincent snarled.
Turning toward the city center, he clenched his jaw and glared around the empty
court. How many times have I tried to summon the Mother Earth beads from here
already? Every faithful follower of the gods had come to witness the absence of
Gryffin. When they left, the park was in shambles. It took three weeks to pick
up all the rubble and return the vegetation to its rightful state. He glanced
over his shoulder at the stone gargoyle. The god of conformance couldn’t have
made a more striking statement with that disappearance act—and the beads
couldn’t have been lost at a worst time. Anyone could have stashed them away,
thrilled to find such a keep.
Vincent ground
his teeth together so hard his temples ached. Humidity thickened the early
summer night and carried the sulfuric odor from the west side industries. It
coated his senses with added irritation. Where was the floral scent of Shilo
Park? He needed the sweet comfort it held.
Releasing his
breath, he whispered a vow he didn’t intend to sustain. “Elaina, you will never
touch another magical charm as long as you live.”
He glanced at
his watch and sighed an anxious breath. I need to get home.
How long before
his brothers questioned his excursions? How long could he keep the
disappearance of the relic a secret?
Furling his
cape, he dispersed his elements into a fine mist. He allowed his dark essence
to meander as he flew the length of the boulevard, recalling the crowded scene.
Pilgrimage buggies, tents, covered wagons; they were only a portion of the
massive gathering of faithful that had finally cleared the area.
Irritation
rippled his essence. With a growl, he conceded failure and headed over the
southern apricot orchards to Shilo Manor.
About the Author:
Charlene A. Wilson is an author of tales that take you to other dimensions. She weaves magic, lasting love, and intrigue to immerse you into the lives of her characters.
She began writing in her early teens when her vivid dreams stayed with her long after she had them. The characters and worlds were so amazing she brought them to life through her books.
Charlene resides in a small community in Arkansas, USA, with her two beautiful daughters, husband, a cuddly Pekingese, and a very chatty cockatiel named Todder.
Author site: http://CharleneAWilson.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/AuthorCAWilson
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