Book Info
Awakened
by Kriston Johnson
Expected Publication: April 25th, 2013
Can fighting for the right side be the wrong thing to do?
Draven, the tyrant ruler of Elyndia for the last one thousand years, searches for the one who can fulfill his prophecy.The Paladins, an elite band of warriors sworn to protect their way of life at all cost, search for the one with the ability to bring their world crumbling down.An innocent girl, tormented by demons only she can see, lives on the brink of insanity and longs for a life of peace.When seventeen-year-old Jade Rosenberg reads from an antique book, she has no idea she just read an incantation awaking her inherited power. But when opposing—and equally terrifying—groups invade her home, she learns she is descended from an enchanted realm and a member of a powerful race thought to have been hunted to extinction. Ripped from her world, Jade is forced to seek refuge from those who want her dead. She is given one of two options and the time has come for her to make a choice: assassinate their sworn enemy…Or sacrifice her soul.
Excerpt
A young servant girl entered the
throne room and padded across the flagstone floor, carrying a delicate metal
cage in her trembling hands. She remained silent while waiting for her next
command. Draven slowly stood and glided over to the pedestal to his left, his
black robe trailing behind him. He inhaled a deep breath and stared at the
empty gilded cage that sat before him. He suddenly swung his arm at it, sending
it flying across the spacious room, and it crashed loudly against the floor.
The servant gently rested the new cage in its place and swiftly fled the room.
Draven sat down and leaned back into
his throne made of solid gold. His gaze bore down on the man cowering before
him. “You have two Elementals tucked safely away behind your walls. I want
them.”
“I am afraid that is a matter out
of my control.” The petrified man sat quite still, purposely avoiding Draven’s
scrutiny.
A buzzing noise vibrated from the
cage. A pixie fluttered her tiny wings, flying frantically and bouncing off the
bars. Annoyed, Draven shot silver sparks out of his fingertips, aiming at the
pixie. She was quick and barely dodged them.
“You have the ability to free
them.” Draven’s lips curled into a sneer.
“I am flattered, sir, that you
think I have the ability to grant your wish, but I must regretfully inform you
that you are mistaken.”
With the flick of his index
finger, Draven magically opened the cage door. The pixie tucked her wings
against her back and pressed herself against the far wall of her cell.
“It’s okay, my little darling.
Please come to me,” Draven said to the pixie. She took tiny, hesitant steps
until she reached the edge and peered out the door. He turned his attention
back to the man. “I am truly sorry to hear that.”
The pixie took off in flight from
her cage and zipped toward an open window. Draven raised his open hand and
summoned her to him, and she involuntarily flew in his direction. She let out a
squeak as Draven swatted her to the ground; she lay unmoving, knocked out cold.
“What if I offered you your
deepest desire?”
“There is only one thing I would
wish for and I am afraid not even you could grant that wish. The only thing I
want in this world is my wife, and she’s dead. There is nothing beyond that
that could persuade me to help you.”
The pixie stirred, slowly
regaining consciousness. After a minute of watching the tortured pixie
attempting to flee to safety, Draven shot sparks out of his hand, hitting the
pixie in the back. She spiraled to the ground, and what was left of her wings
sizzled to ash from the electric shock.
“What if I could bring your wife
back? Could you be persuaded to help me then?” Draven walked over to the pixie
and waved his hand inches above the dead creature. A glittering wave of magic
washed over her body, restoring her strength and beauty. She tried for her
freedom one last time, and inches from the window Draven summoned her, sending
her straight back to her cage.
“I’m listening.”
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