I didn’t plan my new release on World Book Day, but what a beautiful coincidence!
Get your copy of Sentinel’s Rise today while it’s on sale. If you’ve already bought it, please leave a review. Reviews are so important for both the author and the reader. Everyone really wants to know how much you enjoyed the book.
Thank you for hanging in there and following me through Darian’s story.
Watcher’s Reckoning – Book 2 of The Watcher and the Sentinel will release soon. I’m targeting the last week of May or first week of June. I’ll keep you posted. In the meantime, here’s a little snippet and the cover!
It’s time, my dear.
Silana’s eyes popped open and looked around her small room. The sheer curtain at the end of the bed fluttered in the breeze, revealing the dark sky beyond. The moon’s light filtered into the room casting shadows across her quilt.
“Who’s there?” she whispered.
Zar’Asur has been punished, as I promised.
Silana’s heart raced. Was she ready for this commitment? She didn’t believe the voice in her head when it told her it would remove the demon that haunted her dreams.
“Darian and Sara killed Zar’Asur,” she mumbled. “Why would I believe you had anything to do with his punishment?”
Because he is mine to punish, not the Council’s.
She quivered with the power and anger in his thoughts and pulled her quilt up to her chin. Was this Zar’Asur’s master in her head? Had she a made a bargain with something more evil than the demon Overlord that kept her captive as a child?
You haven’t forgotten our agreement, have you, child?
“The Csökkent will merely summon him back,” she replied, trying and failing to keep her voice from shaking. “When they do, he will seek revenge against me.”
He cannot be summoned back to your realm. His failures and disobedience secured his fate.
Silana gripped the edge of the blanket, her panic quickly rising as she realized her mistake. She should’ve ignored the voice that pierced her mind months ago. He promised her everything and only asked for one thing in return. She swallowed the lump in her throat. His price was too high.
“I cannot betray the Council,” she said, her voice weak with fear. “They have been my family, my support, my mentors. They’ve been everything to me.”
But they abandoned you when you needed them most. Did I not show you the way to your sister? They knew what happened to her and where she was, but they didn’t tell you until they had no other options. And what was their response when you tried to help her?
The voice knew as well as she did. They locked her out of her home. They automatically assumed she betrayed them and took away her only security.
They don’t appreciate your skills, child. You could have helped in the fight against Zar’Asur, but they wouldn’t let you. You are all but a prisoner there. Help me and I will never abandon you.
She thought about his words. Ever since the Overlords summoned her sister, Silana was isolated from every part of the battle. She offered to help Raphael and he politely declined. She begged Mikel to allow her to join one of the teams searching for survivors, but he ignored her pleas. She helped Magdelin and Donielle at the hospital until their kind eyes told her she was only in the way. She was not a healer. She was Raphael’s apprentice and should’ve been helping him. Instead, she wandered Santuario alone, feeling useless and abandoned.
I will draw you to me, child. When you find me, we will begin our journey together.
“I will find you,” she whispered. “But I will not betray the Council’s secrets, regardless of their current treatment. I agreed to help release you if you removed Zar’Asur from my life. You’ve held your end of the bargain, so I will hold mine.”
A low chuckle echoed through her mind, making her shiver. Her fingers ached as she gripped her quilt even tighter and an unnaturally cold wind gusted through her window. Invisible fingers clawed the fabric, pulling it from her grasp. She yelped as icy shards pierced her chest, burrowing towards her heart. She clawed at the skin between her breasts, crying out with pain and fear. Violent tremors racked her body and her vision clouded as unconsciousness threatened to steal her away. The first shard reached her heart and darkness took her.
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