Although it is still in the making, I'd like to share key paragraphs that I personally am proud of. Understanding and in full view of criticism , comments would be much appreciated. I'm not going to give the summary of my book away , nor am I going to give away the plot I am merely going to leave viewers with cliff hangers. If you'd like to know more about my book feel free to ask, subscribe. The authenticy of the title is not yet for public consumption so really you are all left to grab at straws. But that's the point.
A part stolen from Chapter 7:
She squashed her face into the ginger locks of Angie's hair, breathing in the faint aura of misshapen remorse. When her cries for help were met with white flags it dawned on her that she was not applying what she had learnt. She was on her knees, forming a prayer above Angie, she now knew what to do. Her surroundings circulated with a stabilized foundation of harmony.All aspects slowly morphing into that which is pure. The relationships between objects and the living soon danced in conformity . It was this that she lacked, the sheer admission of the righteous power of prayer. One done with a heart full of bliss, she knelt her head. Rejoicing in the comfort of the darkness, warmth surrounding her and transmitting throughout her body a power that rested on top of Angie. She could feel that her presence spoke volumes, the air around her grew with boastful authority, transporting both Angie and Stacey into a metaphysical world. She became the dust particles, floating on decorum power. The monumental amount of power surging through her body drained her of consciousness, she slowly fell into a bucolic slumber. The dust turned into glittering sparks and she was floating in a universe beyond the stars.She could feel that the others were safe too, her twin's heart was beating in unison with hers. She was in his hands now, laying her body bare on concealed clouds . Drifting into the cerebral vortex of her consciousness, open to all dangers but welcomed by one assurance. To be saved, is to become the embodiment of purity. 'Funny, 'she thought to herself. She is far from perfect.
I've shared this with a few, but now hope to reach a broader audience.
