The Last Stored by Sonia Poynter
Surge, Anaiah Press
Blurb:
After the sudden death of her parents, making it through the day is a struggle for Amber Megan Peel. In the midst of her grief, an exquisite bird perches on her garden fence and shows her visions of a vivid landscape and a dark lord slouching upon a throne. She thinks the visions are tied to her sorrow. But when a boy flies through her kitchen window to tell her she’s the Last Stored, she wonders if she’s just lost her mind.
Cree of Din is tasked with one job: Bring Amber home. For seven years, Cree has trained as her protector and it is the ultimate responsibility. Failure means Amber’s certain death, and that’s not an option for Cree – especially since he’s falling in love with her.
The Returning has begun. Now all Amber and Cree have to do is enter Tali, a world of unimaginable splendor and equally unimaginable horror, and defeat Lorthis. If they can’t, not only will Tali plunge into darkness, but so will Earth.
Release Date:
January 6, 2015
Book Links:
Anaiah Press: www.anaiahpress.com
Cree climbs onto the railing and
extends his hand to me. “Your choice, Amber, you can come or you can stay!” he
yells over the roar of the water.
“This is nuts. You expect me to jump?”
“Nuts? No, merely the door.” He beams
with anticipation. He seems fine. In fact, his eyes sparkle with the moon’s
glow.
My heart skips. My choice. I had
another choice. I grasp his hand and crawl onto the railing. My feet slip, and
I waver. Cree steadies me with his hand. The water falls in torrents in front
of me. Am I really about to do this?
“You can’t go back once you enter. Are
you ready? You can do this.”
He looks into the raging waters, then
back at me. His cloak swirls around him like Superman’s cape.
“Yes, I can do this!” My heartbeat
bangs in my throat. I’m about to jump off of Lovers Leap with a boy I don’t
know, along with two little old men who have vanished below my feet. This is
crazy, but I’m supposed to do it. Part of me knew it every time my mother and
father looked over this very railing. I’m at the door.
Cree squeezes my hand, nods, and we
jump. He howls. The feeling of dropping over a roller coaster comes on fast.
The water rushes by, cold and wet. I fall.
My chest tightens like I’ve had the
wind knocked out of me. I choke and cough, spitting out water. I see darkness,
and I feel Cree’s hand holding mine.
Then, a bright light shimmers and glows
at my feet, reflecting upward. The sound of the water fades. My lungs fill with
sweet air. The light expands, covering me. Wind swirls and holds me up. I no
longer fall, but glide upward. A light from above warms my face, and the aroma
of fragrant honey hangs on the air. We twist and turn, Cree’s cloak coils
around him, my own clothing flapping in the wind.
I giggle loudly and squeal like a
child.
Cree crinkles his face and laughs
along. The wind continues pushing us through a tunnel. I lift my free hand and
try to feel the mist forming around us; it scatters with my touch, only to form
again when I retreat. We have increased our speed. Far above me, Dartlin and
Fink’s feet come into focus, and they’re whooping with joy.
Then we stop.
We stand in a brick wading pool a few
inches deep. Stone replaces the air, which moments before surrounded me. I take
in a deep, fragrant breath.
Cree continues to hold my hand. He
looks at our fingers still entwined and laughs. “You can let go.”
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Author Bio:
Sonia Poynter is a homeschooling teacher, an active youth volunteer, and a writer. She grew up traipsing through the thick woods of Kentucky often getting lost in the magic of the forest. The woods inspired her heart and her father and mother, a Kentucky Colonel, cultivated her love for storytelling. For Sonia every day is an adventure, providing her with an endless parade of eccentric characters and vivid worlds. Currently, she lives in the sleepy community of Pittsboro, Indiana, with the love of her life and God has blessed them both with three amazing kids.
Author Links:
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