Blowing in a Breeze

G. Harrison A.

Description

As she got off the bike, a shadow moved across the hood and she froze. A tingling feeling came up the back of her neck causing her to stare at the car for anymore movement. She started slowly walking then hurried into the building. As she started up the steps, a vision flashed of a lost soul leaping out at her. She slid the knife out of her jacket just as it leaped at her.

Informations

• Publié par: A. G. Harrison
• Date de parution: 17 juillet 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781839783630
• Langue: English

Extrait

Blowing in a Breeze
 
 
Book series: “Visionary”
 
 
Part 9
 
 
Series by A. G. Harrison
 
 
Publication as of July 2021
 
Introduction by A. G. Harrison
 
Introduction
 
From the time human felt the necessity to communicate, he realized the value of the written word and wrote by drawing on cave walls, clay tablets, stones, papyrus, parchment, paper, and today, with the development of technology, he has created e-books.
 
The object "book" is classified in industrial products, but at the same time it is a cultural good. Personally, I emphasize both of its dimensions, but mainly in its cultural dimension. I consider the book to be the most important expression of culture because quite simply, in addition to being the same work of art, it supports all other expressions of culture.
 
As an industrial product, through the many stages of its creation and before it reaches the hands of the reader, it financially supports a wide range of professions, such as writers, philologists, translators, designers, publishers, paper merchants, printing houses, bookbinders, distributors and, finally, bookstores… Let us not forget, of course, that today it also greatly supports the huge online market industry.
 
The governments of many countries, studying and delving into the economic benefits of the book, have invested and supported this industry in various ways, which flourished and offered them great financial gains.
 
Starting with the Sumerians, Babylonians and other peoples of Mesopotamia, who wrote on clay tablets, Egyptians and Romans, who wrote on papyrus, the Jews on parchment, the evolution with handwritten books images in the Middle Ages in Europe, the creation of the first wooden typographic elements and paper by the Chinese, who printed the first books, the discovery of metallic elements by the German Johannes Gutenberg during the Renaissance and the really rapid development of printing in 1450 until 1456 and, finally, during the 19th-20th century the Industrial Revolution, which makes the production of the book flourish are some examples of the value of the written word.
 
The agony and effort of all these civilized societies, over time, in various parts of the world, teaches us that the book is an integral part of human existence.
 
Throughout this course the book records and transports from the depths of the centuries ancient civilizations, which teach us about the mistakes that we can avoid or imitate the achievements of our ancestors and adopt timeless principles and values, supplies for survival. but also the evolution of the human species.
 
By reading a book, we have the opportunity to create with our imagination the heroes of history, landscapes, various objects, etc. In the pages of a book, the author, in addition to his study, research, experiences, also expresses his feelings. He makes us members of his own world and gives us the opportunity to learn.
 
It helps us to acquire knowledge but also to enrich our vocabulary, improving our own writing.
 
It contributes to our mental alertness, increases the ability to focus, improves our memory, helps to develop our analytical mental abilities, entertains us, calms us down and helps reduce stress.
 
Of course, apart from the importance of touch and contact with a hot material, reading a quality book contributes significantly and decisively to our self-education, the cultivation of critical thinking, the upgrading of our aesthetics and consequently contributes to our quality of life.
 
It conveys art, informs, cultivates the spirit and the soul, elevates intelligence, finds solutions to problems, conveys messages, circulates ideas, forms consciences.
 
I hope my books convey a message of personal experiences and you could find segments of your own truth as well.
 
Thank you in advance for being here and being ready to start reading.
Chapter 1
 
Deep in the caves in the southeastern region of Trigone; Tamar stood out in the blistering wind. While other parts of the world was getting its first taste of spring, here in the nomads land winter raged on. Heavy snow had fallen overnight covering the jagged rocks with snow and ice. The rocks and caves entrances formed a circle with a frozen lake deep in the center. It was here at the edge of the lake where Tamar waited.
 
A fur coat, thick black pants and knee high boots protected her from the wind. Her hair whipped across her face as she stared out over the lake. The shadows she waited for appeared, darting into the caves before finally appearing in front of her.
 
“What news do you bring me?” she asked.
 
One moved to the middle of the four shadows as it came forward.
 
“There is no sign of the queen, only the king remains.”
 
Tamar’s lips curled up in a snarl. “Spineless little bitch. She’s gone to Earth where I can’t touch her and when I am back to my full strength I need it for important things. What news of my sister and niece?”
 
“Dead.”
 
Tamar flinched as if she’d been slapped. Not my sister, she was too strong of a witch to have perished in the fire.
 
“How do you know she is dead?”
 
“We located the house where her remains are still in the rubble as ashes. Her spirit no longer remains in this world.”
 
The rings doing no doubt, I barely escaped the rings flames myself and using most of my powers now to block its sight of me.
 
A dull ache formed in her chest from holding back her tears.
 
Now is not the time to weep, it’s time for revenge and I shall have my revenge.
 
“No other remains were found in the ashes,” the shadow continued. “The child you seek is no longer with us.”
 
“Are you sure she is dead?”
 
“Her spirit cannot be found, we suspect her remains were completely destroyed in the flames.”
 
Tamar nodded her understanding but not completely convinced. Sineara was innocent and held white magic; unless the ring knew she was destined to turn dark as Tamar had and killed her with her mother.
 
“You have done well, you’re free to go. Your payment lays fresh in the upper cave.”
 
They bowed slightly leaving her alone once again. Tamar walked onto the frozen lake headed for the center. She had made her hideaway deep in the caves underneath. It was the only way she could guarantee the safety of her and Drago’s body from the rings sight. As she began to open the hidden door in the ice, the air shifted and a force of power circled her. A figure appeared at the top of the caves and Tamar tensed forming a lightning bolt in her hand. The figure disappeared then reappeared in front of her and Tamar relaxed recognizing the energy force. Her mother now stood within a few feet of her with a grim smile.
 
Dimitria stood a few inches shorter than Tamar wearing a long dark orange velvet gown that blew around her feet. A hooded fur-lined black cloak, high boots and gloved hands that handle a walking stick were the only things she wore against the cold. Her face light skin held a few wrinkles but otherwise was flawless. Full light pink lips sat against her round face with high cheek bones and almond shaped brown eyes that could bore holes into a person. The only part that revealed Dimitria’s age was the long gray hair that hang from underneath her cloak. The walking stick she held pulsed with life; to any other person it was just a walking stick but Tamar knew better. The stick itself held a great amount of Dimitria’s power where she transferred it after gaining so much.
 
“Drop your shield child and save your magic. I have you under my protection now. I have already lost one child, I will not lose another.”
 
Dimitria walked to Tamar and caressed her face. “I know your thoughts my young one; let me worry about revenge for your sister. You concentrate on the young queen; which I must say, I’m proud of your quick effort at retaliation.”
 
Dimitria tapped her walking stick on the ice revealing the doorway that lay underneath their feet. They slowly descended down through the ice, passing the chill of the frozen lake water, through the sandy floor into the hidden caves below.
 
“Thank you mother.”
 
Dimitria waved a hand dismissing the comment.
 
“No need for that my child. None of us foretold Calgar's defeat, but that was a mistake we will not make again.”
 
They began walking through the caves towards Tamar’s living quarters. “So how much do you know?” Tamar asked.
 
“Everything.”
 
Tamar nodded. “Should I bring him back?”
 
“You, no, me yes. And when Drago is back from hell, you will do what you should have done and marry him.”
 
“If he doesn’t want me?”
 
Dimitria stopped, eyes flashing a bright fiery orange. “Why this sudden self doubt? Did I not teach you better?”
 
Tamar raised her hand slightly choosing her next word carefully. “Yes you did, but Drago asked me before the gala if it was smart to make an example out of the priest. I assured him everything would be fine.”
 
“If he holds one mistake against you, but doesn’t think about the thousands of other plans that went right then he is not worthy of you. Any ill words leave his mouth I will send him straight back to hell. Calgar could have chosen a different path, but the outcome would have been the same.”
 
Dimitria continued walking without another word. They entered Tamar’s quarters where she had set up a temporary living room. Instead of a couch or table occupying the space, a large pit was in the middle of the room. Various bottles lined the walls on the shelves, all different shapes and colors.
 
“He’s over here,” Tamar said.
 
She walked across the room to where a curtain of beads hung from the ceiling covering the entrance to another room. Drago’s body lay on a stone dais covered with a silk ivory cloth. Dimitria pulled the cloth down to look at his body.
 
“You healed his wounds?”
 
“Yes, I did what I could befor