NeverHaven (Vision of the Elder #1)
Genre: YA Fiction/Occult & Supernatural
Release Date: October 8th 2018
NeverHaven Press
Summary:
The bond between twins can bend but never break.
Elizabeth is crazy, at least that’s what everyone believes. She sees things, terrible things no one wants to hear about. Her twin sister, Jessica, used to see things too, but she convinced herself long ago it was all in her head. The sixteen-year-old was left to drift through the chaos alone, abandoned by her other half. But now the darkness has come calling.
Elizabeth is crazy, at least that’s what everyone believes. She sees things, terrible things no one wants to hear about. Her twin sister, Jessica, used to see things too, but she convinced herself long ago it was all in her head. The sixteen-year-old was left to drift through the chaos alone, abandoned by her other half. But now the darkness has come calling.
Vision of the Elder
This YA Paranormal Series follows the trail of those children forced to bear witness to the sacred rites of the Cult of the Elder. Their eyes are opened to the darkness beyond the void, and their lives are forever changed.
Book I: NeverHaven
Book II: Children of the Mark (Forthcoming)
Book III: The Crimson Door (Forthcoming)
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Teaser:
Aaron did as he was coached although his hesitation
showed in his pace and pause. Jessica kept her attention on the door and any
sign of getting caught. She was surprised by the rising fear in her chest. It
wasn’t until that moment that she acknowledged she was genuinely afraid of what
Nichol might do if she caught her in the act. Aaron left the gate ajar and
finally came to a stop directly under Jessica’s window, three stories below.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
The concern was genuine, Jessica could see, and the
emotion brought with it an odd warmth. The question made her smile, and she had
to forcefully sweep it aside.
“We’ve got problems,” she replied.
Aaron scratched the side of his face. “Tell me about it.”
“Was that the crazy lady from the library?” she asked.
Aaron peeked over his shoulder as if the woman might have
snuck up on him. “Yeah and she wanted to talk to you.”
Jessica shivered at the sound of his response. “I think
I’m in danger,” she replied, not certain why she said it.
One of Aaron’s eyebrows rose up high on his forehead.
“You’re going to have to do better than that.”
Excerpt:
The car stopped at the curb in front of the house. An
uncomfortable pressure swelled up within the vehicle the moment they left the
hospital, growing worse with every passing second. Jessica opened her door a
moment before Elizabeth thought the entire thing might explode. The girls
waited on the steps for their parents and a familiar figure appeared in the bay
window of the house directly across the street.
Aaron Turner was a peculiar boy. He never said much and
he stared far too long for anyone’s comfort. In an odd twist of fate, the boy
was also a twin, but his brother Michael died in a car accident a few years
after the Fishers moved in across the street. Neither of the girls remembered
much about the accident.
Elizabeth and Jessica spent time with Aaron at home and
school when they were younger. Something about his understanding of what it was
like to be a twin was both comforting and sad. He grew distant as the teenage
years set in, and contact receded to little more than an occasional wave. As
far as Jessica was concerned, he was harmless, but Elizabeth wasn’t so sure. He
waved at them from the window and Jessica laughed as she waved back. She poked
Elizabeth and laughed harder.
“He’s just trying to be nice,” Jessica said.
“It’s kinda creepy.”
“No it’s not,” she said and stopped waving. “I think he’s
cute.”
“Eww,” Elizabeth said and then spun around to face the
front door. “He needs a friend.”
“You’re one to talk.”
Jessica went quite when their parents reached the bottom
step and started up. Dr. Wesley walked behind them. Mr. Fisher pretended not to
notice as Mrs. Fisher took a sip from the small flask she carried in her purse.
She reached the stoop and slipped an arm around each of the girls.
“It’s good to be home,” she said, slightly slurring the
end of her announcement. Her eyes were on Elizabeth. “Let’s make sure your
rooms are in order, then you need to sit down with Alicen.” She never called
her Dr. Wesley. “No complaints.”
The last order was said in a tone the girls assigned to a
military drill instructor. Elizabeth sighed but nodded in compliance. Mr.
Fisher opened the door, and the girls stepped past him and into the house. They
climbed up both flights of stairs with Elizabeth leaning on Jessica for
support. The twins stopped in the small hallway between their rooms, finding a
familiar face looking back at them from Elizabeth’s open doorway.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Nichol Prescott could be the biggest pain in the butt
when she wanted to; however, she was the only adult in the house who ever
showed any real affection. Neither of the girls was certain if the fondness was
sincere, but at the moment, Elizabeth would take it. One part nanny, one part
school teacher, the young woman always kept a watchful eye on the girls. The
twins figured a woman in her late twenties should be doing something more
exciting with her life, but she was dedicated to her position.
Nichol wrapped her arms around Elizabeth and squeezed.
She returned the affection and closed her eyes. Elizabeth knew her loosening
emotions were a sign the drugs were starting to work, but she didn’t care. She
let go of Nichol and stepped back. Her head whirled, and she had to grab a hold
of her doorframe to steady herself. Jessica and Nichol responded at the same
time.
“Are you all right?”
Elizabeth nodded. “I need to sit down.”
Nichol helped her into the room, and Elizabeth sat on the
foot of her bed. She took a long, slow breath before sitting up straight.
“You should get out of those clothes and into something
more comfy,” Nichol said as she headed for the chest of drawers. “Maybe I
should run you a hot…”
Nichol trailed off, and Elizabeth’s eyes found Jessica at
the door. They’d discovered Elizabeth in the bathtub, at least that’s what the
nurse said.
Nichol attempted to shift the conversation. “Are you
hungry?”
Elizabeth shook her head and held onto a fake smile. She
looked around her bedroom and noticed two things immediately. There was a small
cot laid out on the far side of the room, near the bathroom door, and the
entire room was clean. The cleanliness was the kind that came from scrubbing
with elbow grease, and it was also the kind that meant every inch of her belongings
had been searched. Elizabeth eyed the cot.
“Are we having a slumber party?”
Nichol pulled out a nightshirt from the chest of drawers,
followed by a thick pair of socks. She looked at the door, and Jessica backed
out into the hallway and disappeared. Nichol brought the clothes over to the
bed and laid them down beside Elizabeth.
She stood up straight and put her hands on her hips. “The
cot is for me.”
“Really?”
“Doctor’s orders.”
“Doctor evil or a real doctor?” Elizabeth asked.
Nichol ignored the question. She took a moment to remove
a hair tie from her jeans pocket and then pulled her curly brown locks up
behind her head. “I don’t want to argue with you about this,” she said as she
finished tying her hair. “This isn’t up for debate.”
Elizabeth crossed her arms. “Are you going to watch me go
to the bathroom too?” She was about to shoot off another snide remark when she
realized that Nichol didn’t respond. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Nichol put her hands back on her hips. “You have to keep
the door open.”
Elizabeth’s mouth hung ajar. She finally said the
nastiest thing she could think of. “Are you going to help me wipe?”
She was sorry she said it the moment it left her lips,
but the damage was done. Nichol eyed her in silence for a long uncomfortable
time before walking to the door. She faced the hallway but didn’t leave the
room.
Her words were edged with a tinge of ice when she finally
spoke. “Get dressed. Dr. Wesley wants to see you as soon as you’re settled in.”
About the Author
Michael W. Garza often finds himself wondering where his inspiration will come from next and in what form his imagination will bring it to life. The outcomes regularly surprise him and it’s always his ambition to amaze those curious enough to follow him and take in those results. He hopes everyone will find something that frightens, surprises, or simply astonishes them.
Michael W. Garza often finds himself wondering where his inspiration will come from next and in what form his imagination will bring it to life. The outcomes regularly surprise him and it’s always his ambition to amaze those curious enough to follow him and take in those results. He hopes everyone will find something that frightens, surprises, or simply astonishes them.
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