Posted by: Alastair Rosie | July 27, 2014

Chapter Four Excerpt

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Some people will always love, some people never lose hope, some people never die…

This excerpt is from The Chronicles of the Grey Raven. Book One, Angel of Mercy, now available on Smashwords and Amazon and Amazon UK

CHAPTER FOUR
Friday, January 10th, 2014

Some events unite people all around the world, VE Day, the coronation of Elizabeth II, the assassination of JFK, the death of Princess Diana and the September 11 attacks. That fateful day is one I will always remember with crystal clarity. I was in school when my teacher was called out of the classroom. She was only gone a minute or two and then she came back and asked me to pack my things and come with her. Everyone stared at me and one boy sniggered, the teacher just glared at him and told him to be quiet.
Cat was waiting outside and she looked pale and tense.
“You need to go with your mom, sweetie,” the teacher told me.
I heard about the attacks as Cat put her arm around me and led me down the hall. My dad had flown into JFK that morning. He was due to catch up with an old army buddy and meet up with Cat’s foster parents who were staying at the Sheraton on Canal Street. He’d called Cat from the Williamsburg bridge but then his phone cut out suddenly. The last thing he told Cat was that the battery was about to die but he also said a plane had crashed into one of the towers. The cell network went down all over the city and all we could do was go home and watch the news. She tried calling her parents but they weren’t answering the hotel phone and the receptionist wasn’t much use either.
Cat was out of the room when the South tower went down, I screamed and she came through and said, “the bastards, the fucking bastards.” She picked up the home phone and called another number and spoke to someone called Bjorn, the conversation was in Norwegian I found out later. She put the phone down and put out an arm for me and I fell into her, shaking like a leaf.
“Bjorn is on his way,” she told me quietly, “if he’s there, Bjorn will find him.”
I had no idea who Bjorn was but the story has been told many times since of how a big guy with long blonde hair and a mustache grabbed dad on the shoulder as he was walking north. Dad said he looked like one of those Viking types and at first he thought the guy was trying to rob him but then he introduced himself.
“I’m Bjorn, your wife called me. Come with me if you want to live.”

When my stepmom’s plane went down a part of me died, Cat was my world. In her place she left us to her friends, the Grey Ravens. Over the years I slowly came to realise her death was a mere facade. When we were reunited I learned the truth about Clan Grey Raven and her remarkable history. Some people will always love. Some people never lose hope. Some people never die…
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