An excerpt from The Sentinel

A blaze of white light shot from the Vessel's fingertips. The sharp bolt of lightning blasted my leg as I attempted to dive for cover. Excruciating pain pulsated deep into my right leg, and I was forced to drag it as I slid behind a wooden crate. Struggling to breathe through the agony that ripped through me, I was terrified to look down squeezing my eyes shut.

Praying in vain my injury was only minor. With a firm hold on my lower leg I gasped at the wide hole burned into the denim. Rolling up the scorched material shocked to see charred black flesh underneath. I sat watching the horrible wound slowly ooze blood.

Sucking in stale air through my teeth, my pain tolerance was shot to hell. "Ohhh, that smarts! Sweet Jesus, what now?" Shaky hands and throbbing leg, I grimaced in torturous defeat. Slow deep breaths emerged as I focused on healing.

"Maggie Blair, get out here so I can beat you senseless with my fists. I promise not to use my abilities," she chuckled.

I scoffed at her pathetic challenge but desperately wished for a morphine drip.

Anger ignited and my voice blared, "I wasn't born yesterday, but if you insist-" I hobbled over to stand in front of the blue haired beast. She wasn't privy to the fact that my punch could pack one heck-of-a kinetic wallop. The Vessel approached me stopping mere inches away. I swallowed a giggle as I surveyed the miniture size of my adversary. Being electrocuted twice in one day had reduced me to a blithering juvenile.

"Oh holy shit! You're a roly poly little thing. What are ya, four foot nothin'? Let me guess...Asian Leprechaun? Duh, I got it-midget Geisha!" Provocation was my area of expertise and I  laid it on thick.

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: The Sentinel

The Celestial

Book I of the Maggie Blair Series

Stepping into the light from the street lamp, the mysterious man from my dreams approached. My gut instinct was to seek him out, to go to him. I was being driven by curiosity, for the desperate need to know him greatly out-weighed the fear of being harmed.

When logic slapped me across the face, I shuddered as my brain woke up to realize the imminent danger. This stranger could kill me in the deserted street and nobody would hear my screams. Suddenly, tears filled my eyes as I glanced up at him. One lone tear drifted down my cheek when the distance between us became nonexistent.

Carefully brushing the teardrop away, he cupped my cheek in his gentle hand. He gazed profoundly into the depths of my soul, and my body ceased to tremble. A great sadness loomed in his placid green eyes, but his face shown no signs of emotion. With his chiseled good looks and commanding stature, it was virtually impossible for me to turn away.

: The Celestial

The Maggie Blair Series