Posted by: Alastair Rosie | August 17, 2014

Angel of Mercy Chapter 13 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


Wednesday, January 22nd, 2014

Reading back over what I’ve written it must seem weird that I became a part of a vampire clan without ever suspecting they were vampires. Certainly other mortals have known from the start, and I’ve been told since that it wasn’t the usual course to take for membership. At the time I thought it was just cool to be part of this inner circle in a more intimate way. I was no longer just Cat’s stepdaughter, I was a member of the same club as her and even though she was no longer with us, I felt as if I was honoring her wishes by becoming a member. Yet I still found myself looking twice at red haired women in the street until they turned around, and on several occasions I had what I call visions, usually when I was waking up. These visions were remarkably lucid too. In one recurring vision she was sitting at the end of my bed just watching me and one time I was out camping with the Kings, I could have sworn I saw her moving through the forest, but when I told them they shrugged it off.
My final year at Harold Washington was pretty stressful. Not only did I have to get good grades but I also had to apply in advance for university in Scotland and perhaps because it was such a big move, I found I was procrastinating more than usual. I have to say that because by nature I don’t act on something until I absolutely have to do something and then it’s all hands on deck. I’m getting better now that I’m living with mom again but she’s always had a calming effect on me. Unlike me or dad for that matter, she pays her bills before they’re due, like who does that? Apparently lots of people but we’re getting off track here and one of the issues I put off was my relationship with my boyfriend Darren.

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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  1. Great article.

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