Author: Sasha Hibbs
Release Date: 08/16/13
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Eighteen-year-old Ally Watson arrives home from high school graduation,
more than a little annoyed that her Uncle Argyle—Ally’s legal guardian and only
surviving relative—didn’t even bother showing up. But instead of berating him
for his forgetfulness, Ally finds him in a life-or-death battle with a monster.
Argyle manages to kill the creature, and gives Ally a parcel containing a
destiny she never knew existed.
Ally, along with her best friends Michael, Jessica, and David, hurry to Georgia to uncover the truth of Uncle Argyle’s secrets, and the meaning of the mysterious marks that Ally bears. Are the marks related to the blacksmith mythology of her ancestors? Who are these heavenly warriors who show up in the oddest of places? And will an ancient gypsy curse destroy the very things Ally fights to save?
Black Amaranth: a simple flower, a symbol with an ancient legacy, a conduit for prophecy…while faith and hope are essential to the journey, Ally soon discovers that love is the most powerful force of all.
Ally, along with her best friends Michael, Jessica, and David, hurry to Georgia to uncover the truth of Uncle Argyle’s secrets, and the meaning of the mysterious marks that Ally bears. Are the marks related to the blacksmith mythology of her ancestors? Who are these heavenly warriors who show up in the oddest of places? And will an ancient gypsy curse destroy the very things Ally fights to save?
Black Amaranth: a simple flower, a symbol with an ancient legacy, a conduit for prophecy…while faith and hope are essential to the journey, Ally soon discovers that love is the most powerful force of all.
EXCERPT
“Stay, girl.” Ally
pointed her finger down at the porch. Miss Elma was obedient, sliding her long
muscled legs down, crossing them over top each other and resting her head on
her large paws. “Good girl.”
Ally stepped in behind
of Parthenia, leaving the rest to trail in after her. Ally looked around in
awe. She had never been in a bar before, and wasn’t too disappointed by the one
she was standing in now. Red booths lined the unevenly cut board and batten
walls, and a few were occupied by men and women who stared directly at them.
Round tables just big enough for two were scattered throughout, leading up to a
large empty dance floor. Strings of colored bulbs hung down low from the walls,
casting dim shadows that mixed in with smoky air. Bar stools surrounded the
long slab bar, while behind it a large, intimidating man eyed them up as he
casually wiped his hands off on a white towel.
“Hello, Lou,” Parthenia
said. “Denaulda around?”
He jerked his head in
the direction of the stage, Parthenia following the line of his gaze, sighed
softly and said, “Great.”
“Remember me just
saying that Gypsies were gifted with a particular talent? Strong magic?”
Parthenia whispered close to Ally’s ear.
“Uh-huh,” Ally said,
looking straight ahead to the empty stage.
“Well, you’re about to
find out what Denaulda’s is,” Parthenia said, sitting on a barstool and turning
to face the stage. “Might as well have a seat and try to stay there.”
Michael and Dave eased
down into an empty booth, leaving the opposite side open for the girls. Eli and
Brandi opted to sit with Parthenia on barstools.
At the corner of the
wooden stage, men were pulling out and tuning guitars and harmonicas. As a slow
sultry rhythm played out of their instruments, a petite, dark-haired woman
emerged from behind beaded curtains onto the stage. She slinked her way up to the
microphone stand like a snake closing in on its prey. She curled her slender
fingers around the mic as she cocked her head to the side, looking at her
audience with thoughtful, heavy-lidded eyes. Ally’s arms erupted in goose
bumps, a surefire warning that something otherworldly was about to happen.
She began to sing,
sound floating dreamingly out of her mouth, weaving in and around the crowd
like an invisible serpent, creeping up around their heels, sliding up and into
their souls.
Michael and Dave twisted
around, their heads following the direction of the eerie tune as Jessica
mechanically stood up from the bench.
“What are you doing?”
Ally whispered between her teeth while tugging on Jessica’s sleeve.
“Just one…dance.”
Jessica didn’t look down at Ally; she walked slowly onto the dance floor as
though the melody willed her to do so. Problem was, Jessica was a wallflower,
or at least when they went to the prom Ally couldn’t peel her away from
the wall if her life
depended on it.
Ally looked around wondering
if Denaulda’s music was having the same effect on everyone else. Brandi smiled
naughtily which told Ally there must have been some part of her that expected
this. Beside her, Eli watched Jessica through burning eyes. A few patrons
joined Jessica on the dance floor, swaying back and forth to the beat, their
bodies sweeping in and out in circular motions.
From the wall, a steely
gaze followed Jessica. A boy with a shock of blond hair materialized from the
shadows and inched his way towards the dance floor. He didn’t look much older
than they did but he carried himself like a prowling marauder. His arms
encircled Jessica’s waist as he closed the distance between them. To Ally’s
surprise, Jessica welcomed him.
Denaulda’s lips curled
up into a wicked smile. The tune hung in the air, like a poisonous gas. Ally
couldn’t ignore the soothing, rich words.
When we were young and full of
life
you reached in deep, and
pierced my heart with a knife.
The night cries out, sweet and
high,
weeping for her children with a
gentle sigh.
Young nights, young nights,
where did you go?
I can smell the night air, and
how the moonlight glowed.
Young nights, young nights,
come back to the home we both know.
“Where’s Lucy?” Dave
kept his eyes fixed on Denaulda. “I think I should…” Dave’s words drifted off
into the chorus.
Jessica reached her
hands up and tangled her fingers into the thick blond hair of the boy she’d
glued herself to. They appeared to only have eyes for each other as though no
one else existed in the room. Ally was ready to get up and separate the two
when another wave of lyrics poured out from Denaulda, nailing Ally to her seat.
I have loved you tender and
loved you long,
but you were caught in the
crossfire, we got it all wrong.
Can we ever go back to the way
it used to be?
Young nights under the Spanish
moss, just you and me.
I can smell the night air, and
how the moonlight glowed.
Young nights, young nights,
come back to the home we both know.
Ally couldn’t budge.
“Michael?” She looked up, knowing he would fix this, but when she met his eyes,
her breath caught in the back of her throat. Heat spread up through her face as
his blue eyes bored into hers. The Michael staring at her now wasn’t looking at
her as friends look at one another, but as something much different: as a man
who looks, really looks, at a woman. Without Denaulda’s enchanting music, Ally
wondered if his penetrating gaze would have bothered her or not.
Eli crossed the floor
in long strides, catching Ally’s attention. She sat there unable to move,
nervous, knowing that the direction Eli was currently going in wasn’t a good
one. Eli’d had a chip on his shoulder since they all met, but more so towards
Jessica than the rest of them. Ally just didn’t know why, though.
“Enough.” Ally could
barely hear what Eli was saying to Jessica over the music. Denaulda looked
entertained by what was transpiring on the dance floor. Jessica paid no
attention to him, moving in closer to her partner, so close you couldn’t wedge
a piece of paper between them.
Eli’s lips twisted into
a snarl as he grabbed Jessica’s wrist. The next few moments happened before
Ally could fully register what she was seeing. The blond boy swung at Eli,
whose hand cupped the boy’s fist, holding him there effortlessly. He jerked
Jessica to the side, causing her to rock on her heels, attempting to balance
herself. He flung the boy’s fist down in disgust. “You’re done here,” Eli said
to the boy through clenched teeth.
“Oh, no we’re not,”
Jessica said, seething and stepping away from Eli, going back into the arms of
her dance partner.
Eli growled as he
grabbed her arm. Jessica spun around and slapped Eli across the face, sending
an echo throughout the bar.
“Do not ever touch me
again!” Jessica’s face reddened, almost matching the color of her hair. “Do you
understand me?”
Eli stood there
blinking in disbelief, raising a hand up to where hers had just been.
“Okay, boys.” Denaulda
motioned for the band behind her to stop. “I think it’s time for a break.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
By age
5, Sasha Hibbs' favorite movie was Gone With the Wind. By age 12, she completed
her 7th grade book report on the sequel, Scarlett. By 18, she met and married
her very own Mr. Rhett Butler and as it turns out, she never had to worry about
going back to Tara to win the love of her life back. Fortunately, he stuck with
her.
With a
love of all things paranormal, the ambiance of the South with its gigantic
antebellum mansions and canopies of Spanish moss, and a love for her husband’s
rich storytelling of blacksmiths and the mythology surrounding their origins,
it wasn’t long until the world of her debut novel, Black Amaranth, was born.
When
not working her day job as a nurse, you can find Sasha dreaming of her next
beach trip, reading the latest YA novel, and drinking more white chocolate
mocha than she should.
Sasha
lives in mountainous West Virginia with her husband, Tim, and their two daughters,
Aeliza and Ava. She is currently hard at work on book two in The Vulcan
Legacies series.
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