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Nights Arose

Nights Arose

by Andrea Roche

ASIN: B01N1G9MPC

Publisher Solstice Publishing - Winter Solstice Imprint

Published in Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction & Fantasy/Fantasy, Literature & Fiction, Romance

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Book Description

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Arose Du Mouchelle can enter the Astral Plane as a disembodied spirit, there she loses her heart, the Gem of the Red Spirit and the gifts she needs to protect those she loves from a Voodoo curse.

Sample Chapter

She crouched on the ledge of a dune. The dying sun's embers lit the sky just before the night arose. The previous hours of her day were difficult and tiresome. She wasn't sure if her queasy stomach came from her boiling blood or the fact she hadn't eaten since morning. The day's close did give her some relief from the evil Voodoo and treachery, which followed her since that afternoon. Still, her troubles would not simply end because the day did. In the guise of her alter ego, Evan, she could fool anyone. She had perfected a manly swagger. But, no matter how drunk she got in the pub that night her troubles would remain. "He" would be on the hunt for her, ready to pounce, like a feral animal on his prey.

Arose held a polished dagger up to the sunlight, to inspect the blade's oily sheen. A jewel-encrusted fleur-de-lis adorned the pommel, it glinted in the late evening sun. The same symbol of French royal heraldry decorated her family's coat of arms.

With a flick of her wrist, the perfectly balanced blade spun from her hand, flipped once, and pierced the sand between her feet. She retrieved the dagger and pursed her lips. Specks of sand flew from the swirling calligraphy of the monogram engraved on the shaft: NDM -- Nessarose Du Mouchelle. The "N" made her shake her head. She preferred instead the name "Arose," as her father called her, or even "Rosie" reserved for those who knew her well enough. Her youth had consisted of tussles with those who played on her name, giving her cruel nicknames like "Nessy" or "Pesty." She'd grown to hate it.

She traced the monogram with the tip of her finger and clucked her tongue when she saw the smudges left behind. Her breath came out as a steamy puff on the cold steel. Arose wiped off the droplets with her sleeve and checked the razor-fine edge for nicks.

With a gentle whoosh, she slipped the blade back into its sheath built into her thigh-high leather boot.

*****

She had to search for the man who could help her save her family and the dragon who taught her everything. Never having met the man, seeing him only in a vision, she would know him by his aura and his scent, consisting of iron, cedar and citrus fruit and she knew his name: St. James, Captain St. James.

Continues...

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Andrea Roche

Andrea Roche

Andrea is a dreamer and scribbler, whose work embraces her strong matriarchal heritage. She hopes her writing will instill in her readers the idea that a woman can find their independence while keeping homegrown values.

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