Prince of Sapphire - snippetPRINCE OF SAPPHIRE
Snippet from Red Moon Rising Trilogy
Written by Bonnie Watson
Copyright © 2008. All Rights Reserved.
It mattered little that the castle was devoid of life. Nathaniel was gone. His pet harpy had escaped. The once human body he had inhabited had been sucked dry when he removed himself from its core, taking the alchemists soul with it. His son, though, now there was a trophy, if ever he could name one. There was a man who knew the ups and downs of the illusionist world, and a faint chuckle passed the dark princes lips. Should have been more careful. He grinned at himself in the oval-shaped mirror, the body of the young man he possessed smiling back. Abraham he was no more. Now, there was just Merlock.
The only companions he could claim were his creations. Dracons, he called them. Part lizard, part man, they served without hesitance, providing the latest information on the Prince of Light. Theres always a wa
Winter WizardWinter Wizard (snippet)
Copyright © 2008. All Rights Resserved.
A sweep of pale blue hand moved the curtain aside to reveal what the clan had feared all along. In a small alcove just behind the throne room was a statue carved to the perfection of their prince. Once noble and powerful, the prince's sweet-mannered face was now locked in fear and doubt, doubt that he would ever be released; fear that his beloved clan had also met the same fate.
Ashpin stared into those once cheerful eyes. Even now, they still shimmered with what lifeforce remained within the Healer's cold features.
"You see?" Frigarus's hollow tone reverbrated off the icy chamber walls. Like the sculptures he treasured along the corridors, so did his features match their complexions - cold and emotionless. No warmth existed in the weather-maker's blood, for it had long since frozen away when he turned to the alchemist ways to study the wintry northern climates. Now he was that cl
Conversion"Hey, mom?" Mona Victoria stepped into the kitchen, the richness of spices perfuming the air while her mother prepared dinner. "Stacy just called. She's having a slumber party at her place. Can I go?"
"Who called?" Her mother half turned to peer over one shoulder, hands continuing to kneed dough for biscuits.
"Stacy. She's having a slumber party."
Mona's mother stopped her work to fix a glass of water. "Mona, honey, you know how much I fret when you go with people I don't know."
Mona lowered her eyebrows. "What are you talking about? You've known Stacy for years! And quit calling me that. It's Victoria now. Remember? I switched over when Dad was converted."
"Your father is a good man."
Mona rolled her eyes. "Was, Mom. Was."
"That's nice, dear." Her mother went back to making biscuits while her daughter stood studying her movements.
"Do I need to readjust your circuit again?" The girl walked up and unbuttoned her mother's blouse. She opened a small metal door to reveal wires
Death By ComicsDeath By Comics
Written by Bonnie Watson
He learned to read from the many comic books left daily down by the creek. There were all sorts to choose, from Marvel to DC, to the less familiar independent titles. His favorite was an older version of the Aquaman series. The way the hero dived and swam, able to dwell above and below the waters surface, was simply amazing! He even nicknamed himself Aqua in honor of the superhero.
Aquas least favorite was the Incredible Hulk. To him, Hulk resembled the giant bullfrogs that frequented the lilypads. Their steady croaks echoed around the creek in eerie unison, clumped together in a mix of green and blossoming white. Just past those lay the shore and where Aqua spent many a morning studying the comics.
Today, he purposely missed the school for another adventure of Aquaman. Besides, the school was so close he could almost hear his classmates over the singing of bullfrogs.
Suddenly, the frogs stopped. Someone was com