~*~ New Release ~*~ Reign Again By Ellie Keys

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Title: Reign Again

Author: Ellie Keys

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: May 17th, 2016

Reign Again

Synopsis:

Sometimes I wish it would rain.

Sometimes I wish it would pour

But most times

I just wish I could learn to soar

Learning to soar

I’ve spent most of my life living for others, guided by another and shown what “is best” for me. One morning, I decided I’d reached the end of my rope with the life I was leading. That was the morning I became Reign again.

~Reign Amethyst Jeffries

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“I was looking for my clothes so I could make my exit. You didn’t leave that information in your note.”
His smile faltered when he looked at what was left of my dress that I’d been wearing the night before. The look he was sporting had me giggling because he looked like a little kid that figured out he shouldn’t roll his toy car in the street with other cars. Very specific example there, might want to get out a bit more, Reign.
“What was that last bit there? What specific example?”
His look and words had me realizing that I hadn’t just thought that, I’d actually spoken that aloud.
“Ha. Yeah, that was in reference to something that I was thinking, which I believed I’d said only in my head. Okay. We’re going to move passed that one. I need to get something from you.”
At his quirked eyebrow and questioning glance, I quickly corrected my statement.
“I mean, I need some clothes or pants. I can’t leave here with just this shirt.”
He gave me an appreciative once over and muttered something to himself. Was he actually attracted to me or just the fact that there was a half-naked woman in front of him? Hold on, or was he recalling something we did last night?
“Did we … did you and I have sex last night?”
My face must’ve reflected the sheer terror that I felt at the possibility that I did something that stupid. I’m a mother. I cannot have idiotic moments like that. The man is “fuck me until I don’t know my own name” hot, but I don’t have time for getting caught up in a moment.
“Relax, Reign. We didn’t do anything.”
My face fell. I was scrutinizing his features as I relaxed about the fact that we hadn’t done anything, but I needed to be sure.
“You’re sure? Nothing, absolutely nothing, happened between the two of us?”
His chest moved up and down as he released a chuckle then an exasperated sigh. His hands moved to his pockets as he responded.
“Reign, I assure you, nothing happened between us last night.”
The way he adamantly spoke told me that he was telling the truth. Now, I felt like a fool because I wanted to know why nothing happened. We were obviously attracted to one another. I mean I was checking him out and he was doing the same. Chewing the inside of my jaw, I thought about last night and tried to remember the details. I really wanted to know why we hadn’t done anything. Since we hadn’t, how in the hell did I end up in his shirt?
“Reign, I can see the cogs of that brain of yours working. There are several reasons why we didn’t do anything. For one, I prefer conscious women when engaging in sexual activity. Call me old fashioned that way. Two, I don’t make it a habit to bring women to this place. It is where I lay my head when I have to work. I left the party last night with you and brought you here. On my way here, I called a doctor friend of mine and she came to check you out. She’s the one that changed your clothes from the ones you got sick all over. FYI, you got mine as well. She helped you clean up and put you in that shirt. Third, she could barely get you out of the clothes you were in. You fought Marlena the entire time. Call me crazy, but I don’t fight women to bed them. I prefer a willing participant.” He smiled then shook his head before adding, “In the spirit of full disclosure, I rifled through your bag to find your phone so I would have your number to call the famous woman who passed out on me last night.”

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My Review:

Firstly I’d like to thank the lovely Keys for kindly letting me beta read this book for her.

I thoroughly enjoyed the book and the story line, it’s like a young bird stuck in her nest high up the tree learning to fly, she takes a few falls but comes out soaring in the sky in the end.

I thought this was written in a mediocre pace, not too fast and not too slow, this is good.

The only thing that got me puzzled was when Jase and Reign went on their first date and the next thing I’m reading their an item? Did I miss the part were they became closer, it was a tad insta-relationship, not that that was a bad thing, I may have not read a scene where they got to know each other more before taking that step is all…

Apart from that I enjoyed what the author wrote in “Reign Again” and look forward to any future work of hers 🙂

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Ellie Keys is an author of contemporary romance, paranormal romance and mystery. She spends a great deal of her time lending her unrelenting pen to the voices that have taken over her mind. The characters that readers will find in her works have a demanding nature. Ellie is thrilled to be able to share the stories from the wealth of works that she has created.

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~*~ New Release ~*~ Mama Katerina (The Craft Society of Divination Series) By Ellie Keys

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Title: Mama Katerina

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Paranormal

Series: The Craft Society of Divination

Release Date: February 19, 2016

Cover: Redbird Designs

Synopsis:

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At a very young age, Katerina Deshion became the Chosen One–leader of the Society of Divination and their covens. With this title came great responsibility and sacrifice. If only foreshadowing were part of her innate powers.
Temptation comes knocking on her door in the form of Xavian. A true-life Angel. A moment of weakness changes Katerina’s life forever.
Will Katerina’s power be enough to save their son’s life or will Xavian be successful in his never-ending quest?

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“Mother,” Evian stated curtly, trying to regain some semblance of control of his erratic heart rate.

“Son,” she responded just as curtly. She’s going to dish it as well as he gave it, he thought to himself.

“I just left Auntie Vivi’s, and I can’t say that I’m all too pleased with what she told me,” Evian stated, trying not to allow his mind to drift too far away from his purpose. He didn’t want to dwell on the pain of what his aunt had revealed.

“I can’t say that I am all that pleased that your auntie chose to share what was not hers to share,” his mother stated in response.

“How is it that you have a belief that this was not hers to share? How is it that you actually believe that I didn’t have a right to know . . . to understand? Are you really that cold and unfeeling?” Evian asked, knowing that the fire was building within. A fire that was causing his mind to dwell on the heartache her coldness made him feel. He tried to squelch the fire within and returned his focus to his true reason for being there. She spoke before he could continue.

“I have taken certain . . . liberties in my life . . . and with your life. Such things I don’t feel obligated to explain because every choice that I made was for the betterment of our family,” she stated with an edge to her voice as she pointed between the two of them. She then leveled him with the cut of her eyes. “You think that your Auntie is telling you tidbits about yourself and our family because she wants you to better know yourself?” she asked, but it seemed to be more of a statement since she really asked as if she knew he had no rational response.

The question was there, but it was spoken with such distaste and annoyance that Evian couldn’t possibly know if he should attempt to actually answer or not. He warred with himself. If he came up with a response, would it be enough to have his mother thrown off by it? Would it be enough to warrant his frustration or wipe the all-knowing look off of her face? His internal battle continued. After a couple moments of silence, she lifted her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders. This was always a signifier that she was waiting with not-so-bated breath for his reply, but was also preparing to move on to another subject or dismiss him. Evian decided for the fight versus flight approach.

“She has been the one that picked up the broken pieces of me when you were too busy to do it,” he seethed. He felt the flames of fury being fanned and with that feeling came a more callous attitude. Evian began not to care that Katerina was his mother or that they were two sides of the same coin.

“Just how do you think she came to be the person who was there to put those ‘pieces’ together? Did you ever see her going off to work? Did you ever see her taking care of the menial day-to-day tasks like grocery shopping? Paying the bills? Shopping for your clothing? Schoolbooks? Did you ever see her personally take you to any appointment? Or game for that matter? Was she ever on the sidelines cheering you on? Did she ever have the conversations that made you the man that you have become?” she sat, finally, as if she were exhausted from having a conversation that she’d had countless times before. Could it be possible that she may have thought on this conversation happening between the two of them? No. That wasn’t possible. His mother was just that in name only.

“The question or questions should be did I see you doing any of those things,” Evian threw the words at his mother with all of the resentment and dejection that he felt inside.

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Release Feb. 26, 2016

One never knows what gifts are gifted to certain individuals over others.
Vivienne Deshion is the oldest Deshion sister and should have received the “Chosen One” gift according to coven law. However, her sister, Katerina, was gifted with that power instead. Tired of being her sister’s protector, Vivienne strikes out on her own to be free of her responsibilities and live a life for herself. Her conscience gets the better of her, and she returns to step back into her ordained role . . . just in time.
Will Vivienne be able to be everything that is needed to help keep her sister safe and hold the secrets that could destroy all that is the Society?

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Ellie Keys is an author of contemporary romance, paranormal romance and mystery. She spends a great deal of her time lending her unrelenting pen to the voices that have taken over her mind. The characters that readers will find in her works have a demanding nature. Ellie is thrilled to be able to share the stories from the wealth of works that she has created.

She lives in Georgia with her son. Her loves outside of writing are reading a good book and losing herself in a great movie. Inspiration comes from everything around her. There is a great deal in store for lovers of romance and suspense seekers.

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~*~ Promo ~*~ An Author’s Tale by Ellie Keys

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Title: An Author’s Tale

Series: Stephanie Daniels’ Story, Book 1

Publisher: Booktrope Editions

Re-Release Date: Jan. 12, 2016

Cover Artist: Cheeky Cherry Cover Designs

Genre: Romantic Comedy

 

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Adjustment period. That is what I’m calling this time. I have nothing else to call it. I thought this would be simple. I thought I’d be able to breeze through this and keep it as I saw it in my mind. I expected us to be able to cohabitate as roommates would. It didn’t matter to me that we were expecting a baby together. All I cared about was keeping things civil. I didn’t want to argue. I had no strength to fight because, let me tell you, having Daniel White’s baby is no cakewalk. This child is kicking my ass in the energy department. I mean I have none, at all.

I didn’t understand before why women slept so much during pregnancy. I completely understand now. Hell, I applaud any of the ones that decided to have another. This shit right here. Oh my DAMN! I feel like I should change my name to exhausted, hateful bitch. I’ve heard those words mumbled quite a bit over the last few months.

Paul is still purposely annoying the hell out of Danny. I’ll admit that I am still enjoying every part of that. I guess it’s partly because of how demanding and alpha he was in the beginning. What am I talking about? How alpha he still is? What part of the male psyche tells them that once they’ve pumped their seed into a woman and life has begun to form that they have control over the woman’s body? Yes, I’m carrying the man’s child, but I am not some prizewinning horse or champion-breeding mare that “belongs” to him. I’ve voiced that opinion on several occasions, which resulted in one of the first times that I heard the mumbled “hateful bitch”.

I think he might just regret having picked up his life and moved it here to the good ole state of Ohio. I know he has to miss the warmth that was there in Sacramento. I’ve asked him a couple times if he misses it or thinks he’ll ever return. The question usually comes when he gets on my damn nerves being his general male self. I brought it up yesterday because all of his maleness was making my pregnant ass horny as hell.

“So, do you think you’ll be going to Sacramento soon to visit your family?” I asked as he finished fixing me a plate of meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy (homemade) with corn, broccoli and homemade biscuits.

He looked at me and smirked, “Still trying to get rid of me, are you? You can let that go, beautiful. I’m here. I know there’s a lot about me that irritates the ever-living shit out of you. I chalk part of that up to the pregnancy hormones. A part of that goes to you being in a situation that you didn’t expect to be in. Then a tiny little portion is actually directed at me for my part in your being pregnant. Now that I know that I’ve gotten on your nerves today, should I be expecting a visit from your friend, Paul?”

There goes that idea.

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Ellie Keys is an author of contemporary romance, paranormal romance and mystery. She spends a great deal of her time lending her unrelenting pen to the voices that have taken over her mind. The characters that readers will find in her works have a demanding nature. Ellie is thrilled to be able to share the stories from the wealth of works that she has created.

She lives in Georgia with her son. Her loves outside of writing are reading a good book and losing herself in a great movie. Inspiration comes from everything around her. There is a great deal in store for lovers of romance lovers and suspense seekers.

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~*~ Cover Reveal ~*~ An Author’s Tale By Ellie Keys

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Title: An Author’s Tale

Author: Ellie Keys

Publisher: Booktrope

Publication Date: January 2016

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As an author, I enjoy making my own way in life–answering to no one, but myself. I do enjoy meeting fans and attending book events. I was so excited to be invited to sign in New York City with several of my fellow authors. My life was going so well until I made one mistake. His name was Daniel White. Daniel is the cover model extraordinaire. Meeting Daniel changed my whole life. I’m not sure quite what to make of it. He’s stubborn, bossy, and won’t leave me to my own space.
What should I do with him?
If I was writing my own story, I’d have written my character a better ending. This has to get better . . . doesn’t it?
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OH! I remembered then. I was on my way to my room. In my inebriated state, I’d mixed up the numbers. I had ended up at his door trying desperately to get my key to work. I recalled hearing some kind of grumbling from the other side of the door, but hadn’t really been coherent enough to put two and two together.

I’d fallen through the door when he snatched it open. I was on the floor for a few moments giggling and I heard him curse. It had sounded like he’d said something about eager fans or desperate women. Either way, I’d laughed and told him that he was an asshole for jumping to conclusions because I wasn’t what he thought I was. I was just too drunk to realize that I was trying to get into the wrong room.

I’d tried to lift myself up and almost fell. I’d tugged on something, but didn’t know what. I didn’t know until I was on my knees in the next moment facing his slightly erect rod, which was beautiful and staring me in my face. The one-eyed monster had my full attention.

“Okay, beautiful, you got to see it. Now let go of my pants,” I’d heard him say.

My eyes never budged. I was fixated. Before I realized it, I had the head of him in between my lips. Once I had it, I wasn’t letting go. I didn’t until he’d grabbed my bun and tugged. He lifted all of my size- fourteen, five-foot-four, one-hundred-seventy-plus ass up off the floor and hand me spread eagle in the air perched just above his completely erect pelvis a moment later.

“You want this?” was his question.

I was so flabbergasted and turned on by how easily he lifted me that my response was automatic, “Yes. God, yes!”

He quickly slid the only thing hindering his entry to the side and tested my willingness with his fingers. His probing had my head falling back. My panties had to have been soaked through because I had been more than ready. He was deep within me after just a few slight strokes. I lost count over the course of the night just how many times I fell into the lap of ecstasy. I just recalled being in a constant state of bliss. I remembered feeling exhausted and drifting off to sleep with the cheesiest grin. His hand in my dampened honey blonde tresses helped lull me to sleep.

I know I woke up in the middle of the night and felt really hot. I’d rocked back and felt him behind me. I was in that in-between state where you can’t tell dream from reality. So, I just went with it. I woke him enough to have my wicked way with him.

“Oh my … I can’t believe I did this,” I groaned into the pillow.

“Yeah, you did and quite well I might add. I’ll admit that I’ve never been with a … a, um, African American girl and definitely not a plus size one but damn … ” he said as he moved around behind me.

I inwardly groaned again then was pissed and irritated with myself. I was most definitely the dumbest woman to walk the face of the earth. Ever so slowly, I sat up and began to stand my naked body on my shaky legs.

“Whoa there, ba … ,” he began, but I cut him off.

“Do not finish that statement. I’m not your baby. As a matter of fact, if I remember correctly, when I fell into your room last night or this morning, whenever, you thought I was some ‘desperate fan’. I wasn’t then and I’m not now. I’m going to get my bearings and my damn clothes so I can leave. I need to get ready for the event today. Ugh, my head … and my stomach. I’m going to use your bathroom first,” I informed him as I moved very slowly toward my gown, which was in the direct path of the bathroom. Didn’t I have on pants before? Oh yeah, I had them on under the gown.

“Wait. Did I say something wrong?”

I just ignored him and concentrated on getting to my garment then to the bathroom. I’d just made it to the gown when I heard the bed move.

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Ellie Keys is a Mystery/Thriller and Romance author. The more diabolical the read the better. One of her pet peeves is being able to guess the ending before she gets there. She also enjoys reading all things romance, whether it’s paranormal, mythological, mystery or contemporary doesn’t matter. Her favorite things to do are mostly centered around books. Other pastimes are going to the movies, playing around on social media and she’s addicted to word games: Scrabble, Text Twist, Wheel of Fortune. Cookie Jam and Bubble Witch have commandeered her free time lately.
Ellie Keys is from Michigan and a graduate of Central Michigan University with a degree in psychology. This degree allows her acknowledge that she may be a little bit off because of all of the talk about hearing voices that don’t allow her to sleep. The good thing about that is she is in good company. She was happy to learn that she wasn’t alone when she talked to other authors.

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~*~ Promo ~*~ Chyra (The Norton Sister Series #4) By Ellie Keys

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Title: Chyra: Book 4

Author: Ellie Keys

Series: The Norton Sister Series

Genre: Romance, Adult

Release: Sept. 17, 2015

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Chyra stood in the middle of the restaurant looking at most of the members of her family while trying to fight back the tears that had been threatening since they began their surprise attack. This was not how she expected this day to go. Her plan was just to work her way through the mess. They’d now taken that option away.

She woke up just a few days ago thinking that she could handle anything that came her way. Christmas had been a complete disaster thanks to the unveiling of a truth she hadn’t been prepared to share. Her drunken call to let Zach know just how she felt and what she thought of him had ended with her apparently sleeping with him. Her adorable little boy couldn’t stop the beaming smile that was plastered on his face when he emerged from the bathroom and found that he was at his mother’s house with his father there along with them. There went the New Year’s holiday. She had to possibly crush her little boy’s hopes and dreams.

That morning had been spent fielding questions from a very curious little boy that wanted to know when they were moving. He also had ideas about the house they should get. Zachariah went as far as putting in his “order” for a little sister.

At first he didn’t know why he wanted a sister and not a brother. After a moment or two of thinking, her little Zachy told her his reasons.

“I have a good idea. I think it should be a patterin. It can be me because I’m a boy. I’m first. A sister, she woulds be a girl then a brother then another sister. See Mommy. It would be boy then girl then boy then girl, a patterin. It can’t be like Auntie Rayna and Unca Chris. They have the girl first. I’m not a girl. Our pattern is different, right Mommy?”

“Yes, baby boy. Our pattern would be different because you are a boy and you were born first. So, you think mommy is going to have three more babies?”

“Four. It has to be a…um…,” his little nose scrunched up while he thought some more and she could’ve just kissed him. He always had the ability to take her mind off the things she was dealing with. “Auntie Wynnie tells me it. Oh, it’s a evens number. That’s what. Evens numbers are good. Are they, Daddy?”

She’d almost forgotten Zach had been there with them until the moment Zachy had asked that question. He’d looked so comfortable in her home, her personal space. It had made her nervous. She turned her attention back to fixing them all breakfast while Zach answered questions or fielded them her way. It was his way of letting her know that he knew she was trying to avoid the obvious predicament they’d found themselves in. Chyra reluctantly answered the continuing list of questions her four year old had.

After an hour or so of her and Zach answering question after question, she couldn’t answer another. She needed to come up with something to stave off the rest of the inquisition. It took her telling him that they were going to spend time with his cousin, Nakia, to get him to stop. Zachary had been no help at all. He just sat at the table laughing every time Zachy hit her with another question.

Once she got them out of the house, she made sure that she was unavailable to have visitors or take any calls for the rest of the day. She needed to sort out what was going on in her head. Fortunately for her, Lynnia had closed the restaurant for the holidays. Her sister told everyone that her family restaurant employees needed to have time to spend with their own families and the holiday break was the perfect time to do it.

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Ellie Keys is an author of mystery and thriller novels. The characters of her stories are loud, exuberant and controlling when it comes to demanding her attention. The personalities that come out on paper give audience members insight into the reason why she is a little off center. She loves writing, reading a good book and losing herself in a great movie.

Ellie is thrilled to be able to share the stories from the wealth of works that she has created. There is a great deal in store for lovers of mystery and thrill seekers.

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~*~ New Release ~*~ My Fairy Darkness (The Darkness Series #1) By Ellie Keys

Title: My Fairy Darkness (The Darkness Series, Book 1)
Author: Ellie Keys formerly E. L. R. Jones
Release Date: June 23, 2015
Genre: Adventure Romance

 A much anticipated release from this author.  The first four chapters of this book was released originally last month with an anthology: Untamed and Unleashed Paranormal Twists.  Now, the entire novel is available for reader enjoyment.  A portion is shared here just give a little tease for those who want to start it now!

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I’m called Sapphire to those that would bring about death and evil to an otherwise peaceful domain. It is a name that has earned me a modicum of respect and a hell of a lot of enemies. I know this shit. It’s what I crave. Tonight’s enemy better be cooperative. I’m really not in the mood to play around. 

Princess Arabella Gwin has a secret that she’s been keeping from the members of her council and the inhabitants of her kingdom. She believes it best for them not to know about her nighttime activities. She learns that she isn’t the only one that is keeping secrets and the “darkness” within may be the only thing that is keeping her alive. A dark side, a huge secret, a known and unknown enemy along with newcomer trying to keep it together long enough to find out the truth about her past in order to enjoy the future. 

Ellie Keys is the new pen name for author E.L.R. Jones. She is retiring the old name and working under the new.

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The main doors of the meeting room crash open and in runs a small man.  He isn’t really small, but short by comparison to those of our kind.  There are those that believe that fairies are cute, dainty, little creatures that can be held in the palm of their hand. This is a gross misconception.  We don’t flit around, spread pixie dust or any other crap like that.  I, for one, wouldn’t be caught dead in those skimpy, slutty, attention grabbing outfits that she parades around in.  We definitely aren’t off spreading love and whatever else that little twit stands for.  I am nobody’s Tinkerbell. 
Who I am is the reason for this tale?  It isn’t supposed to be like this.  I didn’t think that it would get this bad.  Yet, here I sit.  I am sitting at the head of the table, watching an annoying, little man make his way to the elders of our community to inform them of something I already know about.

If I weren’t who I was, then I would’ve left already.  Unfortunately, I am who I am and I have to give a damn.  So, I wait as his weathered body attempts to quicken his steps.  He can tell that we are patiently waiting, some of us less so than others, for him to speak.  It is not often the evening meal is interrupted.  Come to think of it, I can only think of one time.  That man lost his head after delivering his news.
Hmm, I wonder if that will be what follows today.  Ooh, I love a good beheading.  Although, that one had been far too quick for my liking.
The little man finally makes it to the center of the room and bows his head.
I think I’m going to make a suggestion that we put a microphone or intercom at the entrance.  It would save us precious time.  I mean who really has time to sit around waiting for our elderly to make their way to us to present themselves.  I could’ve done seven rounds of training by now.
I lean to my right where one of the only people that can tolerate my usual foul mood is sitting.  My eyes flash.

I see the reflection of it in the silverware that’s on the table.  I realize the twitchiness that I am feeling is stemming from the side of me that I try to keep dormant.  The need to stop this man’s heart or separate his head from his shoulders for his increasingly slow pace is not who I am.  It is all part of the darkness that I carry within and fight daily to control.
Before I can voice my greatest desire, he does. 
“Saph, don’t.  I already know that you’re itching for a kill. Your hand is twitching.  Fifteen and I’ll turn you loose,” Carlimine whispers. 
At first glance, he looks like a wise, old man with his twin peaks of white streaks that grow from matching
points at either side of his temples. The rest of his hair appears to be in rebellion and is jet black.  All of it is
bone straight and shoulder length when it is released from the confines of the dijo; the hair binding, hand created by my aunt that is silver and carved with his initials. Today, it is up as mine is.
His hair is usually either bound in that or the blades we were given.
We wear sacred symbols on the hilt of our blades.  They are whispered protections from our ancestors handed down by the heads of the family line. All of our blades, even the ones we wear in our hair, have been twice blessed.  Once by the family head, then again by our unit leader. The blades in our hair look like chopsticks.  The enemy doesn’t know it’s a weapon until it is too late because it is protruding from their body. The kibos are my second favorite weapons.  The first is my kiban and it is a beauty.
Carlimine is my leader.  He keeps the ne-athé at bay.  He is currently interrupting my thoughts of death and dismemberment with his words of caution and discretion.  His call sign is “Uncle Carl”.  Although, there
are times when he is referred to solely as “C.”.  It’s not something I’ve ever used, but I have noticed others making a reference to it.
The “call sign” I know is the one that I use.
If that name comes across any of my screens, then I know I have something or someone to take care of.  His looks are deceiving, which is the way he likes it.  When one looks at his appearance, he looks cool, calm and collected.
He doesn’t look as if he has a care in the world.  Underneath it all, he is cold, callous and calculating.  He is forever accessing the situations around us.  The man is a well oiled machine with the body of a twenty-five year old. He is cut so tough that a person will need medical attention if they touch him. The buck stops with him. He taught me everything I know.  His voice brings my mind back to the here and now.
I’m not allowed to let my mind drift.
It isn’t the best if I am left to my own devices for long periods of time.  Hence, the reason for the continued mental interruptions.
“Saph, you are not paying attention.  Access the room. What do you see?” his words float around me as I make myself focus and do as he has commanded.  Even when his words are whispered, I know the difference between a request and a command.
I settle into my seat, but not in the way most would.  My chair is wood carved with etchings that match the design  of my wings.  If those wings were to be released at this moment, then they would give off an indigo hue because I am in the seat of royalty and leadership.  The cushions that pad the back and base of my chair share that color as do my robes.  The back of the chair is at least three feet higher than the top of my head when I am seated. It is at least a foot and a half taller when I am standing next to it.
I stand five feet seven inches without heels.  My chair is a seat of power, but is the smallest in comparison with that of my aunt’s and father’s.
When I am seated at my place then my back is flush with the elongated backing of my chair.  My feet settle on the post that rests at the front of my seat so that they don’t dangle.
“A royal does not go about kicking their feet, scuffing their shoes or shredding their garments because they think it is fun, Arabella.  There is a time for play and a time for seriousness.
You must learn to conform and bend to the purposes that have been set before you, my dear.”
I giggle to myself as my aunt’s words come back to me.  If she only knew how the words would come to shape my life, then I don’t think she would’ve ever have posed them to me in that manner.
Carlimine’s finger tapping my hand causes me to redirect my thoughts.  That gesture is a silent reminder that I am not doing what he commanded me to do.
It grates on my nerves and comforts me all at the same time that he knows me well enough to know when I am doing what I am supposed to or not.  I attune myself to my surroundings.
My posture is one of rigidity because I’ve stiffened due to my uncle’s slight chastisement.  I have to remind myself that he is doing this to teach me.  I relax my shoulders and take a deep breath.  I am in the middle of my chair. My long arms are resting on the arm rails of it and my hands are loosely hanging over the ends.  I open my previously closed eyes and begin my assessment.
The little man is still blathering on.  I have no clue exactly what he is saying, but the point of it is there is a threat against the kingdom.  Purif is to be attacked sometime in the near future.  I begin to watch the man a little bit closer.  The bald spot at the top of his head is shiny enough for me to see the reflection of my uncle’s face.  Goodness! How sad is that?  I wish I could just put him out of his misery.  He’s an old man and there won’t
be many that will miss him.  I’m sure they will get over it with the proper enticement. 

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