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Promises to Keep

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Starlette is on a mission, and nothing will get in her way.
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Author: Heather Dade
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Starlette DeFore knows that her father is alive. Her search leads to Charleston, SC and a man named Sivad Night, who is rumored to have escaped from her father’s captor, the Dark Lady Dreashae. With help from a witch, Starlette travels to Verella, a fantasy realm filled with centaurs, dragons, and magic. Will Starlette, a mere mortal, have the strength needed to finish her quest and save her father?

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Promises to Keep  
Clandestine Darkness Series Book 2  
by Heather Dade  
Fantasy  
Release November 19, 2019
 
Designer Eerilyfair Design
 
ISBN 978-1-77392-045-0
 
96 pages
 
$3.99  
Tags Magic, dragons, sorceress  

Excerpt

We drove in silence. The signs on I-26 said that we were heading into the Downtown area. I looked around, wondering why we weren’t heading to Randa instead. T.D. seemed to sense my confusion.

“You need a game plan,” she said.

“I have a plan.”

“Really?” I can hear the disbelief in her voice. “And what plan would that be.”

“To find Sivad Night.”

“And do you know where he is?”

When I started to stutter an answer T.D. sighed. “You can’t storm into Randa, guns drawn.”

“I don’t carry a gun,” I pointed out.

“It doesn’t matter. You need to rest, get some good food in you, and figure out your next move. You’ll never get your father back if you just barge in places.”

I turned to face her, not quite knowing what to say. The bruises looked worse than I had originally thought. How in the world…

“I was beat up by the necromancer’s goons,” T.D. said. “No big deal. Most of it will be healed by the end of the week.”

It was Thursday. I guess witches healed faster than humans.

We pulled into the parking lot of a large, old church. The sign next to the road said that is was called Iris Falls Church.

It was a large, circular brick building with intricate stained glass windows. The sign out front stated that it was originally built in 1640. I wondered if those people back in the 1600’s would look kindly on witches living here today.

“A church?” I asked. “Do I need sanctuary or something?”

T.D. laughed. “A local witch Circle, Crystal Rose Circle I think, saved a priest a while back from some unfriendly vampires. In return, he gave the Circle a home in the church’s basement. The Circle lives here, but they also use it as a safe haven for travelers.” She smiled at me, and I had a feeling that I was missing something. “And we are travelers.”

We went around the back of the church and walked down a narrow flight of stone steps. A large oak door with a sign that read “Church Staff Only” was at the bottom of the steps. We didn’t even have to knock. The door swung open and a silver-haired woman in long, vermilion robes greeted us. Around her neck was a vial filled with a gray substance. For a moment it appeared to be swirling around as though it were alive. My curiosity peaked, but it wasn’t my place to question her belongings. The witch’s light gray eyes looked into my lavender ones, and I could see distrust deep within those gray pools. I wondered if this Circle was instinctively distrustful, or if T.D. had brought unsavory friends here before. Hopefully, it was the former.

“T.D., I’m surprised you’re back so soon,” the woman said. Her eyes slid over me, judgment written in them. She didn’t even know me, but the hate was palpable. “Who’s this?”

“Alasia, this is Starlette DeFore. She’s trying to find her father.”

“I’m sure,” Alasia said. “Follow me.”

Alasia led us down a hallway and into a large room. Several beds were scattered around, covered in white cotton sheets. Alasia motioned to one of the beds, then she walked out of the room. T.D. followed the witch out and I walked over to the bed in the far corner and sat down. Minutes later, T.D. was back, dragging my suitcase behind her. She waved me away as I started to stand up to help.

“Get some rest, Star.” T.D.’s voice betrayed her exhaustion. “Tomorrow we’ll start the search.”

She placed the suitcase at the entrance to the room and left. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. Hopefully this would be it. Hopefully, this time, I would find my father.

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