Monday, October 23, 2017

The Jeweled Pendant - Chapter 1

Chapter 1


Ginnie’s lungs burned and her side ached, but she knew she and Henry had to keep running. If only they could make it to the protection of the forest, perhaps they could escape the terror chasing them.
Harsh laughter echoed behind them, and her heart accelerated. Gasping, she struggled to flee from their pursuer.
She raced on, desperate to escape. Her mind swirled through the events of the past few hours. A stolen kiss, a prison cell, the horrific fire, and Henry, helping her, pulling her away from the demon now hunting them. They mustn’t become his next victims. They had to survive to tell of his atrocities or his chain of terror would continue, ripping other lives apart as he had theirs.
Her chest ached and her legs threatened to give out, but she knew she had to endure. She had to fight. She had to live.
Despite her efforts, the man caught up to her. She felt icy breath on her neck, then blinding pain as his sword caught her in the side. She screamed and collapsed.
Agony pulsed from her wound as he loomed over her. How had she ever loved him? Surely he was not the same man.
“So this is how it ends, my beautiful Lady Virginia.” His blade inched forward.
Get up! Fight, her mind screamed, but her body refused to obey. She watched helplessly as he raised his sword to strike again.
Then Henry stepped in front of her, his own sword drawn, and shielded her with his body. “Get up, Ginnie! Get out of here!”
She blinked to clear her vision, then scrambled to her feet. The world slanted crazily, and she staggered. Warm blood covered her fingers as she placed her hands on her battered side.
“Ginnie, go!” Henry bellowed.
“How brave of you, Henry, but you know you are only delaying her death, not stopping it. I will get her soon enough . . . after I have finished with you.”
With a grunt, Henry charged the man, swinging his sword in a mighty attack.
The man blocked the blow and struck out with his own sword, pushing Henry back several steps before Henry could counter again.
Ginnie stood motionless, her eyes riveted on the battle before her. She could not leave Henry to certain death at their attacker’s hand. The fiend had wreaked too much havoc in her life already—killed too many people she loved. He couldn’t have Henry too. She pulled a small knife from inside her boot and brandished it toward him. The effort nearly dropped her to her knees. The man laughed at her pathetic attempt.
“No, Ginnie!” Henry yelled. “Just get out of here! You are no match for him. You have to run!”
The fight between the two men grew fierce. Sweat poured from Henry’s forehead, and he grunted each time his blade collided with his foe’s. Wide-eyed, Ginnie watched until she realized she had to leave.
Either Henry would be all right and catch up to her, or . . . she could not think it. But if he did not make it, she had to live to testify against this horrible man. So, with one last look at Henry, she fled into the trees, tightening her shawl around her as cold sweat broke out across her body.
She hadn’t gone far when Henry’s piercing cry brought her to a halt. Her heart and stomach, and probably everything else within her, dropped to the ground. She scrambled back to the edge of the forest, stumbling and tripping as she ran, and peered through a clearing in the trees. A scream tore from her throat and mixed with Henry’s dying cries as she watched the man brutally murder him.
Paralyzed with terror, she could not pull her eyes away. Then she fell to the ground and vomited. Though she buried her face in her hands, she knew the horrific scene would remain forever etched in her memory.                        
Henry! Her poor, beloved Henry!
With his business completed, Henry’s murderer turned his eyes toward the woods, as though he knew she watched nearby. “Take a good look, Virginia, because you are next.”
Fear nearly suffocated her. She could not move, but she knew she must. Gathering her willpower and strength, she stood and ran through the trees. Branches whipped at her face and tore at her clothes. Darkness blurred the edges of her vision.
The man’s footsteps pounded through the woods, gaining on her. She forced herself to move quietly, then turned off to the left, listening as his footsteps continued past her.
She did not allow herself to rest, though her body groaned in agony. He would soon realize where she had gone and turn to follow again.
Stumbling through the woods, she struggled to remain awake. Then, not forty yards ahead, she saw a farmhouse through the blur. Two workhorses stood in a pasture beside the home. One, tethered to the fence, lifted its gaze in her direction.
She approached the animal, her hand outstretched. Its ears pulled back and she hesitated, talking softly to gain its trust. “Please . . . I am injured and need your help.”
As though it understood, the horse’s ears righted themselves and its head bobbed. She grabbed the reins, climbed onto its back, and galloped off before the owner took notice.
Each hoof beat jostled her tortured body, but on she pushed. She had to reach the palace in Tarenhaven to seek help from the Grand King. Only he could help her now, but would he believe her? She had no proof except—yes! Her heirloom. Henry had secured its safety before he died. She had it hidden safely with her, tucked away where no one would find it.
At the thought of Henry, her heart shattered again, and the scene of his death replayed itself in her fevered mind. The last bit of strength slipped from her body as she finally gave in to the madness of it all and sank forward, sobbing, onto her horse’s neck.

***

The morning sun rose to find Ginnie still alive, though barely. The horse had slowed, so she dug her heels into its side, knowing her life now depended upon how quickly she reached Tarenhaven.
On and on she pushed her horse, whether through city or country, she knew not. Then, when she could go no farther, they arrived in Tarenhaven, and the great gates of the palace of Armodell loomed before her like a beacon of hope and safety.
“Help!” she tried to yell, but little more than a breath escaped her lips. “Please! Let me in!”
Her horse slowed, then stopped. She dismounted with a moan and staggered, unable to hold her body up properly, as the door to the great iron gates creaked open.
A dozen armed soldiers greeted her.
She reached a trembling hand toward them. “Please help me . . .” She stumbled forward, no longer able to fight the pain.
A soldier caught her as she tumbled into darkness.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

About Me

I was born and raised in Utah. As a child and in my youth I played the piano, read, wrote small childish stories, and sang in choirs.

In my late teens, I taught piano lessons, worked as a receptionist, then met and married a wonderful man. We now have 5 beautiful children and live on a small farm in rural central Utah. 

We raise sheep, goats, chickens, and random stray cats. Farm life is new to me and I'm still trying to adjust. If you happen by, you might just see me working on the farm in flip-flops. I have now helped haul hay, coral and sheer sheep, milk a goat, build fences, bottle feed baby lambs, and so many more things I never dreamed I'd be doing.

I also write books.

Stories rattle around constantly in my brain. About 4 1/2 years ago I decided I either needed to grow up or write a book. I wasn't ready to grow up, so I opted to give writing a try. I have learned so much in that time and have truly loved seeing my stories come to life.

My husband once asked, "Do you imagine things in your head?"

"I'm a writer," I replied. "Of course I imagine things in my head."

Now the world can read my imagination.

The Jeweled Pendant -- My first book

The Precious Stones Treasury is a collection of books, not a series. Each book reads stand-alone, yet there are similarities that connect them--most notably a precious stone item such as a jeweled pendant and many others yet to come.

The Jeweled Pendant is my first published work. https://t.co/SOTrM4Rmvk

Virginia awakes in the magnificent palace of the Grand King with a near-fatal stab wound in her side and no memory of her past—no memory of anything except her name. The royal family welcomes and cares for her as she regains her strength. Hardworking and independent, she begs to repay their generosity and so becomes their stable hand as she struggles to remember her past life, how she was injured, and who she really is.


With the help of the princess and the handsome but infuriating Prince Andrew, Virginia sets off on a quest of self-discovery, but as bits and pieces of her memory fall into place, a terrifying picture begins to form. Is her newfound self-confidence strong enough to endure the tragedies of her past, or will the evils she has forgotten destroy her newly created life—and perhaps her true love?

The Jeweled Pendant - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Ginnie’s lungs burned and her side ached, but she knew she and Henry had to keep running. If only they could make it to th...