Title: Praefatio (Praefatio #1)
Publication date: May 21, 2013
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Author: Georgia McBride
Seventeen-year-old Grace Ann Miller is no ordinary runaway...
After having been missing for weeks, Grace is found on the estate of international rock star Gavin Vault, half-dressed and yelling for help. Over the course of twenty-four hours Grace holds an entire police force captive with incredulous tales of angels, demons, and war; intent on saving Gavin from lockup and her family from worry over her safety.
Authorities believe that Grace is ill, suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, the victim of assault and a severely fractured mind. Undeterred, Grace reveals the secret existence of dark angels on earth, an ancient prophecy and a wretched curse steeped in Biblical myth. Grace’s claims set into motion an ages-old war, resulting in blood, death and the loss of everything that matters. But are these the delusions of an immensely sick girl, or could Grace’s story actually be true?
Praefatio is Grace’s account of weeks on the run, falling in love and losing everything but her faith. When it’s sister against brother, light versus darkness, corrupt police officers, eager doctors and accusing journalists, against one girl with nothing but her word as proof: who do you believe?
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Excerpt :
Things got bad after that. Like immediately. Visions came faster than I could process, sometimes several per day. Some seemed like precious memories, others like premonitions, still others like horrific nightmares. My mind was on video hijack. I saw what it wanted me to see, when it wanted me to see it, and there was nothing I could do about it. Then there were the times when it seemed to be looking for something in particular. I would focus on something, then visions would whiz past on fast-forward before stopping briefly on something else. The only thing worse than that was when they went in reverse!
My body constricted as the video began. Fast-forward. The day I was baptized. Remi’s first day of kindergarten. The day Dad gave me his Jeep. The day Mom left us for the first time to take a role on Broadway. “New York City is no place for children.” She said it with such concern, who could argue? One day, I decided then, I was going to live in New York City too.
My stomach lurched forward when my mind’s video stopped and I was thrust into a vision.
Behind the giant tree. Something isn’t right. Where am I? Those eyes. Wait. Oh no. Run! He’s too fast. He’s taunting her, enjoying the fear in her core. It’s like he can taste it, and it satisfies a deep and ancient hunger. I can feel it. The hunger. NO! He’s way too fast. Run faster! He’s too…fast. Tears drip from my eyes and I don’t try to stop them. I am frozen solid with fear. He’s gonna…Remi? Oh no. Remi, please. You can’t win this. Please don’t. He’s… a…Holy Sh… I’m dizzy. I cannot take deep breaths. It feels like I might hyperventilate. Remi, don’t be stupid, just go. GO NOW! They’re coming. Don’t you see them? Remi? OH MY GOD. What did you do?
Then I was shivering, shaking my head, trying to push away the memory of what I had just seen, vivid as if I had been there. It felt as if I was. I felt the wind in the air. I felt fear, like tiny, cold pinpricks on my skin. My heart was pounding in time with the pounding of Remi’s feet. And then it stopped. Remi’s feet—not my heart—I don’t think. I wiped cold tears with my sleeve. Looking down I saw that my hands were fists, and my knuckles devoid of any real color, as that of the dead.
Excerpt :
Things got bad after that. Like immediately. Visions came faster than I could process, sometimes several per day. Some seemed like precious memories, others like premonitions, still others like horrific nightmares. My mind was on video hijack. I saw what it wanted me to see, when it wanted me to see it, and there was nothing I could do about it. Then there were the times when it seemed to be looking for something in particular. I would focus on something, then visions would whiz past on fast-forward before stopping briefly on something else. The only thing worse than that was when they went in reverse!
My body constricted as the video began. Fast-forward. The day I was baptized. Remi’s first day of kindergarten. The day Dad gave me his Jeep. The day Mom left us for the first time to take a role on Broadway. “New York City is no place for children.” She said it with such concern, who could argue? One day, I decided then, I was going to live in New York City too.
My stomach lurched forward when my mind’s video stopped and I was thrust into a vision.
Behind the giant tree. Something isn’t right. Where am I? Those eyes. Wait. Oh no. Run! He’s too fast. He’s taunting her, enjoying the fear in her core. It’s like he can taste it, and it satisfies a deep and ancient hunger. I can feel it. The hunger. NO! He’s way too fast. Run faster! He’s too…fast. Tears drip from my eyes and I don’t try to stop them. I am frozen solid with fear. He’s gonna…Remi? Oh no. Remi, please. You can’t win this. Please don’t. He’s… a…Holy Sh… I’m dizzy. I cannot take deep breaths. It feels like I might hyperventilate. Remi, don’t be stupid, just go. GO NOW! They’re coming. Don’t you see them? Remi? OH MY GOD. What did you do?
Then I was shivering, shaking my head, trying to push away the memory of what I had just seen, vivid as if I had been there. It felt as if I was. I felt the wind in the air. I felt fear, like tiny, cold pinpricks on my skin. My heart was pounding in time with the pounding of Remi’s feet. And then it stopped. Remi’s feet—not my heart—I don’t think. I wiped cold tears with my sleeve. Looking down I saw that my hands were fists, and my knuckles devoid of any real color, as that of the dead.
ABOUT GEORGIA MCBRIDE:Georgia loves a good story. Whether it’s writing her own, or publishing someone else’s, story is at the heart of everything Georgia does. Founder of Month9Books, YALITCHAT.ORG and the weekly #yalitchat on Twitter, Georgia spends most of her days writing, editing, or talking about books. That is, of course, when she is not blasting really loud music or reading. She lives in North Carolina with four dogs, a frog, a parrot, 2 kids, parents and a husband. PRAEFATIO is her first novel.
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