“My son has given up his immortality for the girl. Why him? Why one of mine?” My hands closed into tight fists by my sides.
“He’s in love. I remember you running off with a fellow named Alezzander for the same reason.” Uno’s white eyes were pointed toward the ceiling. “Where’s your son now?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m here.”
“Oh, you know where he is,” Enoch said. “You just want to be reassured. Your foresight hasn’t left you, Nyx. You’ve chosen to block it.” Enoch placed a stone on the table. “What does this rock tell you?”
I didn’t bother to look. “Nothing.”
“She’s upset, Enoch. Just tell her where the boy is,” Uno said, reaching out to the air. I took his hand and led him to the table.
But I was more than upset. I was so angry that I could feel the power of the serpent uncoiling inside of me.
“He’s with that scandalous boy. Now, sit.” Enoch placed the stones side by side on the table. “The Stones want to speak. They have something to tell you.”
“If it’s to tell me exactly where my son has gone, then I’ll listen. Otherwise, I don’t care to know,” I told Enoch.
“He’s in France—Paris,” Uno said in his patient voice. “Now… Do you remember what we told you about the girl?”
“You didn’t tell me much, except that she was Creatura living amongst humans.”
“Sit,” Uno told me. “The Stones won’t speak until you’re ready to listen. And you’ll want to know this.”
I glanced between Enoch and the rocks. The Stones had already formed a circle on their own; the spread was called the Circle of Life.
I pulled a chair out and sat. The Stones started to hum. Enoch blinked, and suddenly, his eyes were as white as his blind uncle’s.
A chill crept down the back of my spine, and I stilled as he began to speak.
“Creatura will rise at the dawn of agnostics. The fate of a new beginning hangs on the child born of the blood of both mortal and immortal. Should an unwise path be chosen…” Enoch blinked, his eyes returning to their normal state.
“What happens?” I asked.
Enoch looked down at the table. My eyes mimicked his.
One by one, the stones began to crack and break. I held my breath as images of the future flooded my mind.
“Death is coming,” I said.
Uno touched my hand. “And this is only the beginning.”
I’m grateful to have such wonderful people in life who offer me their unconditional love and support.
Thank you to my husband, Oscar, who puts up with my insanity and revels in the thought that one day I’ll support him financially with my writing. Let’s both keep dreaming.
I’m thankful to Judith Lauren Frazee, my fabulous assistant, who reminds me I should be writing and not scrolling my newsfeeds on social media.
Many thanks to my family and friends who continue to cheer me on.
I’m ever so thankful to my editors, Elisabeth Kauffman and Cynthia Shepp, you make my writing shine as bright as you do.
To my beta readers and street team, thank you for inspiring me and expecting great things from me; I hope to never fail you.
Thank you to my cover artist, Claudia McKinney of Phatpuppy Art, Photographer Grace Hill, Graphic artist/typography artist Marya Heiman, Courtney Knight Nuckles who slaved over the interior book design and e-book formatting, Rebecca Gober who spreads incredible marketing far and wide through the unchartered territories of the internet.
I’d like to deliver a very special thanks to the fabulous team, both behind the scenes and on the foreground, of Clean Teen Publishing. I’m ever so humbled you took a chance on me. I’ll try my best to live up to your expectations.
I thank God for giving me all my heart desires.
Nely Cab is a Writer of stuff, a Master Coffee Drinker, a Food Maker & Eater, an Imaginary World Conqueror, and an Air Breather. She talks to herself—a lot—in her South Texas home while she plots stories about fantasy worlds and sips coffee from a pitcher. She's known for cooking far too much food and has a tendency to overdo…well, everything. It is rumored that she is fabulous. Nely Cab is the best-selling author of the Creatura series.
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