Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Princess Racena McConnell - Author's Blog: "Promises In The Dark"Available on Amazon and B&N....
Princess Racena McConnell - Author's Blog: "Promises In The Dark"Available on Amazon and B&N....: "Promises In The Dark" Available on Amazon and B&N.com
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Promises in the Dark
Book One of
The Secrets of the Mystic series
By
Princess Racena McConnell
Co-Edited by Paul McConnell
Copyright © 2013 Princess Racena
McConnell
All Rights Reserved
CHAPTER ONE
The
dark waters flowed with a rhythm that reminded her of the way the ocean waves
had brushed the sides of her father's boat long ago. However, there was no
calmness in these waters. Instead of the clear blue of the deep sea, there was
only blackness. The surrounding water appeared heavy—as if it were laden with
oil.
In
the distance, a boat came into view and in it was someone she didn't recognize.
The vessel was a small one, enough so that the currents were almost too strong
for it to stay its course.
The
man in the boat was tall—well over six feet. His frame was large but lean. His
very presence made Rachel feel safe in some familiar way. It also made her feel
a flutter deep inside that she had long forgotten. As she looked down at her
own body, she noticed that she was floating as if she were weightless above the
dark water.
Suddenly,
the calm feeling vanished, and she was filled with the terrifying thought of
plunging into the swirling abyss no more than three feet below. She could see
the boat approaching the entrance to the cavern. Strangely, she had been facing
the cavern's entrance all along. Her back had been turned to the approaching
vessel but she could see it just the same. It was as if the void that she was
floating in front of was actually a mirror. As the boat and its occupant came
closer, she turned to him to say something; however, she couldn't actually hear
her own voice. Her lips were moving, but it was if the disembodied voice was
coming from someplace else.
She
was pointing into the cavern and could hear the voice saying something about
the universe. She tried with everything in her to understand the words, but
everything she heard was foreign to her. The man was closer and could be seen in
better detail now, but his ever-changing face was still indistinguishable.
Despite her lack of focus, she could feel his fear—as if it were her own.
Suddenly,
the cavern started to pulsate behind her—as if it were a living thing. As
Rachel turned to look into the blackness of the entrance, she saw her own
reflection. The places where her eyes should have been were just two black
holes. She stared in horror at the sight, but then a comical thought came to
her.
How
the hell am I seeing any of this if I have no eyes?
She initially laughed at the thought of this, but as it sunk in, she knew that
the terror she had felt was a more appropriate response.
When
she opened her mouth to scream, millions of tiny shards of what appeared to be
glass started pouring out of the darkness where her green eyes usually resided.
With Rachel now panicking at this sight, the water beneath her started to swirl
violently—as if it were responding.
She
turned to see with her non-existent eyes that the boat and the stranger were
now gone—a huge, dark shape had taken their place. At first sight, she
interpreted the monolithic shadow to be some kind of prehistoric sea creature.
Now
face-to-face with it, her mind tried in vain to convince her body to leave, but
some force was holding her there. It wanted her in this other world for a
little while longer—just long enough to make her see what it was capable of.
The
thing in front of her was well over ten feet tall. Its eyes were an icy blue
color that made her think of the Caribbean. They glowed with so much brilliance
that it was like trying to stare at the sun. There was something in those eyes
that she couldn't name—at least not then. The face of it was beyond
beautiful—it was so terrifyingly magnificent that it made her want to cry. Its
body was somehow human-like, but also something that Rachel's brain couldn't
quite process.
The
creature moved in slowly, and suddenly Rachel felt a wave of terror flow
through her. Now that her absent eyes were seeing it more clearly, she could
tell that it was not what she had initially thought at all. It was, in fact,
something far worse.
As
it drew closer, the air thickened. It had changed to something that her lungs
could not take in, her airway felt as if it were trying to breathe in the thick
water below her. She was overwhelmed with the feeling of drowning now, and the
closer the leviathan came, the more the feeling intensified. As she struggled
to take in air, she started to feel herself slipping away. Just as the monster
moved in even closer to steal her last breath, Rachel woke up.
Screaming
and thrashing back to reality, Rachel clutched her throat. She was fighting to
free herself from some invisible thing's death grip. Finally realizing it was
her own hand that was seized on her throat, she literally had to throw her
half-conscious body onto the floor to loosen her own grip.
Now
fully awake and staring up at her ceiling, she drew in quick gasps of air that
barely filled her aching chest. It felt like an elephant had lounged on her
chest all night. If she had been a better candidate for one, she would
definitely have feared she was having a heart attack now.
She
sat up and leaned against the four poster king-sized bed that she occupied
completely alone—even though Jasper, her four-year-old boxer had often tried to
convince her to share. Standing up, she realized how hard she must have hit the
floor—every bone in her body was hurting. After making a slow trip to the
kitchen to start a strong Colombian blend in the coffee maker, she went back
upstairs and started the shower.
The
water had heated up to what seemed like a low boil as Rachel stood in front of
the bathroom mirror putting toothpaste on her toothbrush. As she wiped away the
fog that now covered the mirror and looked at her reflection, she noticed two
things. On her left cheek beneath her eye was a tiny scratch, as if something
very small had scratched her there. The other thing she saw, were the three
fading red marks on her neck left by her own fingers.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Princess Racena McConnell - Author's Blog: The book is nearly complete! I have been working h...
Princess Racena McConnell - Author's Blog: The book is nearly complete! I have been working h...: The book is nearly complete! I have been working hard to get it wrapped up and on it's way to editing! Should be released on Amazon and...
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