Cover Reveal for The Lost Chronicles of the 5th World

 Cover Reveal for The Lost Chronicles of the 5th World . . .

(Book 2 of The Lost Chronicles Series)

Due for release by Soul Mate Publishing late spring of 2015.

THE LOST CHRONICLES OF THE 5TH WORLD (2)

Nicolas Armani knows war is inevitable.

But in a fleeting moment, a single decision can change the course of history.

The circle of six finds themselves divided by love, loyalty, and leadership.

Armani must choose between following his heart and leading a freedom faction on the 5th World, Orionis.

His choice will shock those closest to him and himself.

But new found friend, Ara—of the Arroyo Clan—has a secret of her own,

one she is determined to keep hidden, because on the 5th World, what makes one different often proves deadly.

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The Lost Chronicles of the 4th World

(Book 1 of The Lost Chronicles Series)

is available on Amazon. Click here to read a sample or purchase.

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An internal clock ticks. It’s counting down, but to what?

Nicolas Armani and Brooklyn ‘Brooke’ Adams must choose between freedom and a life of servitude. 

Known as a threat to national security by some and an evolutionary link to others, they sit at the edge of the doorway looking in.

Armani and Brooke are on the brink of discovering their ancestral story, which leads to The Lost Chronicles of the 4th World.

Will they bridge the evolutionary gap, generating a universal brotherhood?

Or set off a chain reaction of events that will send mankind into another dark age?

 Thank you,

Michelle L. De La Garza/also writes as April A. Luna

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When I Close My Eyes

Hope Herrington

Even now, when I close my eyes, I hear the rich baritone sound of my grandfather’s voice.  The warmth of his smile melts the coldest of hearts.  His robust laughter brightens the darkest of nights.  The solitary twinkle within his eye alludes to grand adventures waiting to be explored.

It is a warm day.  It is a holiday.  It is Independence Day.  The children are underfoot in the kitchen, which means, I am sent outside to play.  An overzealous child, I often let my curious eyes lead me onward into trouble, which is how I ended up perched atop a fifty-foot mulberry tree.

Quickly, I tuck my shirt into my white pants.   With a slight grin, I pluck the forbidden delectable fruit from the tree.  I fill my shirt, my pockets, and my socks to the brim.  Why, I even stuff my mouth full of the succulent morsels until my rosy cheeks pucker.  A noise, beneath the crown of the tree, wafts in the air.  I gasp and jump.

Peering down through the leaves, I spy a familiar face.  Our eyes lock.  Curling the corners of his lips, he smiles ear-to-ear.  His eyes brighten with merriment.  The man chuckles and slaps his knee.  With the sleight of a finger, he beckons my presence.  An ounce of coy washes across my face as a giggle escapes my lips.  I hide behind an array of branches.  He clears his throat.  I breathe a deep sigh and frown.  It’s time to climb down.

Back at the house, my Nana is livid. My clothing, hands, face, and body are stained bright purple with mulberry juice.  Grandfather raises a brow and winks.  I fill a large bowl with the bounty of my day’s work.  We rinse the fruit in cool water.  Laughing and talking, we reflect upon the day’s events.

In the end, everyone sits down around the table.  We eat the mouthwatering cobbler that we, my grandfather and I, put together.   The smell of the baked sweet treat, of that singular day, still lingers in my thoughts.  His laughter is forever burned into the recesses of my heart, memory, and soul.