SHH, HIDE CORDELIA

Cordelia Nightshade is a 23-year-old human girl who discovers the truth about her family and clan - they are not human. To love eternally, she has to die, to die she has to live and to live... she has to learn the difference between Myth and Truth - if there is any. As life would have it, the voices she's heard in her head since birth has a purpose far more sinister than just being annoying. When Cordelia meets the big, dark-haired Allan Maine, she turns the entire immortal world upside down - breaking all the rules and changing history as they know it. This is not what you expect from a love story - it is Certainly what you expect from a love story until you reach the darker side - where the reality clash with mythology. Where do you draw the line and how much is possible to endure? Excerpt: I gaze up and notice the colors lashing out of an angry paintbrush over the horizon. The knot in my stomach is a vivid notification, reminding me of being as irritated as the enflamed and ginger tints marking the sky. From where I’m sitting, the towering volcano in the distance looks lonely yet proud. I marvel at the magnitude of nature rendering the likes of me insignificant. I’m just a small biological mass cowering at the foot of a fire goddess; nothing special. The prickly patches of grass and barbed brushes under my naked legs recommend moving. I inspect the scrapes and welts around my hands and knees with renewed vigor. By the time I distinguish the human shape from the other obscure and creeping shadows, it was too late. A sense of annoyed inconvenience forces my head to look up at the person blocking my view. What I thought I’d see was a family member. What I see is two deep, gilded eyes set in the moon-pale skin topped with dark hair rivaling black lava. I feel every last nerve recoil into tiny prickly hairs, standing straight up. The view of the man in front of me is a complete opposite rendition to fire goddess I just venerated. He is an enormous portrait hauntingly hanging in mid-air. My mouth dries rapidly but the trio who live in my mind become rather loud and verbal: “Run!” and “Hit it!” and “Stay calm dearie, for your safety.” As so many times before in my life, I ignore them altogether. I do not own the image nor the story. I found the story really interesting, so that is why I want to share it with everyone. So that they can enjoy reading something fascinating.