Title: Pendulum (The Neumarian
Chronicles)
Author: Ciara Knight
Pendulum
blurb:
Haunting memories.
Terrifying dreams.
Crippling lies.
Trapped in a world of deception, my sanity rests with the love of Ryder Arteres and our renegade friends. Six months of scouring the ocean floor in a rebel ship fleeing our homeland, delivers us to a possible alliance with the opportunistic European Council. Our only hope is to utilize our forbidden gifts to free our people from slavery, proving our worth. But when a trusted ally turns traitor and a new breed of the queen’s weaponry is revealed, I’m forced to face the terror of my past to save our crumbling future.
Terrifying dreams.
Crippling lies.
Trapped in a world of deception, my sanity rests with the love of Ryder Arteres and our renegade friends. Six months of scouring the ocean floor in a rebel ship fleeing our homeland, delivers us to a possible alliance with the opportunistic European Council. Our only hope is to utilize our forbidden gifts to free our people from slavery, proving our worth. But when a trusted ally turns traitor and a new breed of the queen’s weaponry is revealed, I’m forced to face the terror of my past to save our crumbling future.
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Author
Bio:
Ciara Knight began her writing career in 2008. She writes to ‘Defy the Dark’ with her fantasy, paranormal, and dystopian books. Her first Young Adult Series, Battle for Souls, will be published by Turquoise Morning press, with her prequel novella, Love’s Long Shadow, releasing in October 2011. Followed by Rise From Darkness (Book I) in March 2012, Fall From Grace (Book II), and Ascension of Evil (Book III).
Also in 2012, her adult fantasy, Curse of Gremdon will be published by Crescent Moon Press.
When not writing, she enjoys reading all types of fiction. Some great literary influences in her life include Edgar Allen Poe, Shakespeare, Francine Rivers and J K Rowling.
Her first love, besides her family, reading, and writing, is travel. She's backpacked through Europe, visited orphanages in China, and landed in a helicopter on a glacier in Alaska.
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Pendulum Excerpt
Ryder tipped my chin up and pressed a kiss to my
forehead. At feeling his suppressed desire and longing, I nuzzled his neck,
seeking more, wanting to touch him, not through his uniform but his bare skin.
“Shh. You need sleep. Nightmares have been
keeping you up. You’re exhausted. Wish I could be there to hold you through
them, but we should arrive at the ENR base soon. It’s been too long.” His hand
slipped to the nape of my neck. “Once we reach land, no one will keep us
apart.”
Heat surged to my face and I leaned into his
hands. “Nightmares? How did you…oh, your sister. Great. Guess Raeth can’t keep
a secret.” I knew Raeth only told her brother out of concern, but I’d still
chastise my best friend when I got back to my room.
“She just confirmed what I’d felt through our
bond.” Ryder drew a circle around the tip of my nose with his. “What you been
dreaming’ about?”
His closeness weakened my resolve to keep it
from him. He’d think I was crazy.
“Tell me,” he urged, brushing his lips across
mine in a feather-light touch.
My breath hitched and the memories of beatings
and torture faded when his thumb glided down my cheek. “It doesn’t matter. Kiss
me.”
His lips claimed mine with a too long-suppressed
urgency. He needed and wanted me as much as I did him. If we didn’t make it to
land soon, they’d have mutiny on their hands.
I inhaled his scent, absorbing it into my soul.
Even after all this time beneath the sea, a hint of Earth remained and I
savored the aroma. He’d always smell the same to me. A musky, earthy smell,
with a hint of freedom. The aroma wrapped around my body like a shield of
strength.
Steps thumped down the corridor and he broke the
kiss. “Tell me. Before we have to go.”
I panted and shook my head. From the moment we’d
met, he twisted me up inside until I’d share whatever he wanted to know.
“Images mostly. My mother, my father. I never see his face, but I see hers.” I
suppressed a shudder. “None of it makes sense. It’s almost like I feel physical
pain, but I can’t see the memory.”
Ryder’s eyes narrowed. “What’s Gordon been doing
to you during those sessions?”
“Gordon? Nothing. He’s been helping me remember
things. He says I’ve been reprogrammed. He’s trained in opening the mind back
up and he thinks I could remember something that would help the rebellion.”
Ryder glanced down the hall. “Maybe so, but I
don’t like you suffering. Mighty easy for him to push you into helping. But you
need to know when to back off. You been training so much and been working with
Captain Gordon, you haven’t gotten any rest.”
“Maybe that’s because I don’t want to.” I stared
up at him. “I’m frightened, Ryder. Terrified my mother’s programmed me into
being some kind of weapon.”
“I won’t let that happen.” He kissed me again
then rested his forehead against mine. “We, just the two of us, need to find
some time alone.”
I struggled to stay calm, to not let my
frustration and jealousy out. I failed. “The last time I tried to take some
time off, you were busy with Mart and her training. Can’t you train with
someone else, like me? Why does it always have to be her?”
“Jealous?” The side of his lip quirked up into a
teasing grin.
Yes! “No! No more than you are of Gordon.”
He straightened, his hand moving down from my
neck to my lower back. “Let’s not do this. It’s late. I don’t want to argue.”
Hugging me, he lifted me into the air until I was at eye level then he nuzzled
my neck. “Rather do other things with you than fight.”
A giggle slipped from my lips.
“Love that sound.” Ryder nipped my earlobe.
“What sound?”
“You happy. Someday, we’ll go to that Resort
Territory of yours,” Ryder slid his nose down the side of my neck, “where we
can laugh all day.” His tongue traced the path his nose had just made. “Swim
naked in that lake of yours.”
A guard stomped along the metal grate floor and
halted a few meters away. “Hey, you two. Lights out in five. Don’t make me
throw you in the brig.”
My head still spun from Ryder’s words. He gently
lowered me to the ground. My knees shook, but I managed to remain upright.
Ryder scowled.
“Now,” the guard ordered, his face grim and
determined.
Ryder growled low in his chest then kissed my
cheek. “Until later,” he whispered.
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Typical Writing Day
A typical writing day starts with a workout
at my mom and pop gym up the street. I’ll plot while I’m pumping iron, or
gasping for breath. Yes, the scenery helps with writing my heroes. ;)
After I finish my workout, I crawl to my
car and head home for my reward. A LARGE cup of coffee!! Armed with my treat, I
stumble onto my dream writing spot, my back porch. In an instant, all is right
in the world.
I’ll quickly pound out a few thousand words
from what I’ve created and stored in my mind while working out, then it’s on to
email and all the social media sites. Yes, the fun, yet gigantic time hog we
all love to socialize on. I’ll only give myself an hour to answer email,
messages, Tweets, Facebook posts, and sometimes I even look at rankings to see
how things are going.
Once my hour is up, I turn it all off and
start pounding away for another hour. Around twelve I’ll take a break and make
Mr. Knight and myself some lunch. Yep, Mr. Knight works from home, too. No,
that’s not a distraction at all. ;)
By one o’clock I’m pounding away once more
until two. At that point, I hope I’ve managed around four thousand words, or
massive edits, before I bring up email and all that social media stuff for twenty
minutes. Once two thirty rolls around, my writing day is over until the kiddos
go to bed. If I’m on a deadline, I’ll pound away again for a few hours before I
fall exhausted into bed.
Yep, that’s a typical writing day. Of
course, it doesn’t always go that well. Errands, day job (part-time), school
activities and volunteer work call me away. It’s a part of life, juggling all
the different hats we wear. Hey, it keeps things interesting, right?
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