A Bloodline's Echo: The Avadi Series Book One, by Author M. R. Pilot ***Excerpt -- Giveaway***
The Avadi Series
M. R. Pilot
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy/Romance
Date of Publication: December 29, 2017
Number of pages: 330
Word Count: 98K
Cover Artist: Illustration - JDSarte
Typography - Rebeca
A missing father. A handsome stranger. A feud within the Avadi. Cori will find out who she is in this tale of romance and adventure.
Eighteen-year-old Cori has been tucked into a corner of Verbena her entire life. With no memory of a father and an abusive mother, her escape came in the form of living and working in her town’s inn, a place that happens to be owned by her best friend. Cori was all but resigned to the uneventful and dutiful life as a barkeep.
That is, until a hooded stranger showed up—just in time to witness an incident Cori herself cannot believe—and changed everything. Now Cori must leave Sagebrush, the only place she has ever known, setting off to discover love, adventure, heartbreak, and more about herself and the world she lives in than she could have ever imagined.
ExcerptI repeat the process again. My mind is still, and this time it’ll stay that way. I direct my energy until it’s where I want it: pulsating on the outermost portion of my palms. I sense where my emotions have been placed, set aside during Stillness of Mind. I realize my mistake was immediately dipping into the emotion at the forefront of my mind—fear—and its corresponding memories. This time, I choose to focus on serenity.
The first moon spent sleeping in the little room of the Oak Hand—the first moon of my life I felt free, and the first moon in a long while when I slept soundly. I let this feeling infuse itself, essentially opening the gate holding back channeled energy. I feel the room become warm, but not uncomfortably hot; it’s reminiscent of a soft blanket under a chilled sky.
Curious, I dip into another emotion. I realize that my father is not coming back, and I let the sorrow of abandonment pour out. Quickly following are innumerable memories of Faye’s lashing out: striking me whenever the thought occurred, screaming until I longed to be devoid of hearing, and breaking whatever she thought to be of value to me.
I let the feelings of rejection, anger, frustration, and pain fuse together, and I channel it outwards. I channel it as if I wanted to expel these moments entirely.
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