Kurdish Music 101


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In my upcoming book, Shahram – A Kurdish Love Story, my hero is Kurdish, and he grew up in the west of Iran. To make it easy, his nickname is Ram and I’m going to let him tell you about some of his favorite music. Before he arrives, here’s a small excerpt from my book of what he looks like…

Ram Zare was still leaned up against the hood of his car with a sexy grin curving his lips. Nope, she wasn’t that lucky to go unnoticed. The guy was desire, lust, and sin from the top of his dark, overlong hair to his scrumptious body, and silky brown gaze. She hated how her eyes zeroed in on his black leather jacket, emphasizing his hard chest. Of course, they’d barely spoken outside his sensual grin and her awkwardness, but the man oozed all kinds of carnal appeal that should be illegal.

–Mia Phillips

Me: Hello, Ram. Thanks for stopping by today.

Ram: Salam. Thank you for inviting me. I appreciate the opportunity.

Me. Well, it’s great you’re here. I wanted to introduce you to everyone before your story hits.

Ram: (flashes a smile) Anytime.

Me. So, I was hoping you would share some insight into Kurdish music. Would you share the basics?

Ram: To keep it simple, there are three basic kinds: storytellers, minstrels and bards. These are considered to be classical. There are some heroic ballads about Kurdish heroes and love ballads expressing the pain of separation and unfulfilled love. And some religious, love songs, and dance. Wedding songs are very popular too.

Me: I see you brought along some samples. What is the first one?

Ram: This is a song typically played in weddings when the bride arrives. It’s called Şemmame by popular singer, Ibrahim Tatlises. In this video, you get a sense of the happy times a wedding is for families.

Me: Awesome. Love the dancing too. It’s so lively and happy.

Ram: Kurds love to dance—especially at weddings.

Me: Wait…? I heard they love to dance anytime.

Ram: (grins) Yes, you heard right.

Me: What does Şemmame mean?

Ram: Well, here’s the translation. I hope it’s not too complicated. (He winks)

Şemmamê Şemmamê Şemmamê bûkê

—- şemmam is a type of melon, but is also used to refer to the breasts of a young woman which should be the case in this song, bûk = bride. Şemmamê is also the name for a girl.


Me: Thank you for that. (trying not to blush) Okay, so what is the second example?

Ram: This one is more modern. It’s by two singers who are very popular in the Middle East: Jamshid and Mansour. The song is called Naz Maka, and it’s a very happy song, though the video doesn’t show traditional Kurdish culture. It’s probably more for the upcoming generation, but it is in the Kurdish language with a few lines of Farsi/Persian. It’s one of my favorites.

Me: Oh, that is high energy!! LOVE IT!! What does Naz Maka mean?

Ram: (he laughs heartily) It means… don’t be spoiled. You never know what kind of song will hold a few surprises. Asking a girl not to be spoiled is one of them.

Me: Oh, really? Do you have anyone in particular in mind?

Ram: Of course I do, but I’m not telling you. (he winks)

Me: Why not? This would be a great way to share a bit about yourself.

Ram: (nods) I agree, but I’m not feeling it.

Me: (I resist the urge to roll my eyes, looking thoughtful) I see you brought us a final song to look at. What is this?

Ram: This… (he pauses, his face softening)

Me: Ram?

Ram: This is called Delale. Just listen…

Me: It’s beautiful. What does Delale mean?

Ram: It means “My love.” It is written and produced by: Saam Moosa. Here… I also brought the translation:

I can’t wait to hear your voice, I’m yearning to see you

I missed you a lot, and are waiting here until you coming back

So many days have passed, I’m home alone,

Bored and counting every minute

My heart wears your name

Our love is endless

There is no girl like you

My love is infinitely great

My love, my darling

My Sweetheart My wife and friend

When will you reach me I cant wait no more

Please run faster to me, my Love, my darling

The sun is shining down on me when you smile, when you leave, it turns dark

Your warmth is like the summer, your every touch is lovable

You really deserve all my love, You mean the world to me

My love, my darling.

My heart wears your name

Our love is endless

There is no girl like you

My love is infinitely great

My love, my darling

My Sweetheart, my wife and friend

When will you reach me, I can’t wait no more

Please run faster to me, My Love, my darling

As long as I live, my heart will always be yours

As long as I live, my soul will always be yours

My love, my darling

My Sweetheart, my wife and friend

When will you reach me, I can’t wait no more

Please run faster to me, My Love, my darling

Me: That is very beautiful, Ram. Thank you for sharing this with us today.

Ram: My pleasure. It is very special to me.

Me: Oh? Why is that?

Ram: (he hesitates) Well, if I tell you now, then I’ll be giving away something too soon. Trust me, you’ll find out soon enough.

Me: Ok. Cryptic and vague, but thank you all the same. (slight pause) I appreciate you stopping by and giving us a flash insight into the various Kurdish music out there. I’m sure there’s more, but what you shared has been beautiful.

Ram: It’s been an honor to share. I’ve only shown you three of my favorites. Kurdish music spans different types and meanings. Our music is steeped in history. Some sad, some happy. No matter where a Kurd lives in the world, we all keep the beauty of music in our hearts. That’s not simple words, but a fact. And thank you for having me.

Me: Goodbye, Ram–

Ram: Wait, I brought you a final video.

Me: Really? That’s wonderful. What is it?

Ram: It’s at a Kurdish wedding in Iran. The men love to dance like this after lunch. Tell me what you think.

Me: Oooooo, I loved it! They really look like they are having fun. I appreciate the small surprise at the end.

Ram. Happy to share some of my favorites with you.

Me. I’ll be seeing you soon to discuss more on your book.

Ram: I’m ready when you are. Take care, Beth Jaan. Khodahafez.

**Thank you for stopping by, dear reader. I hope you enjoyed a little insight into Kurdish music from Ram’s point of view.**

Craving by Stephanie Summers is now an audio book!


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Welcome to Willow Creek. People are happy, crime is practically nonexistent, and life is good…unless you’re Sabine Crowley. Sabine has been chosen to be the next blood bag for the vampire lord who has protected the town from otherworldly creatures for 200 years.

Sabine has big dreams for her life, and none of them include becoming a vampire’s concubine. On her 18th birthday, she seeks solitude to process the cruel turn her destiny has taken. As she sits alone in Cleary Park, a sexy stranger approaches her. He’s tall, mysterious, handsome, and a complete jerk. He soon reveals himself to be a vampire; Sabine is terrified of him and her strange attraction to him. She wants to get as far away from him as possible, yet finds herself wondering if she’ll see him again.

Remy, the cocky newcomer vampire, has been summoned by his maker, Bastian, to take his place beside his maker in the hierarchy of vampires inhabiting Willow Creek. He’s none too thrilled to be stuck in a boring little town in the middle of nowhere, where he’ll have to feed exclusively from the girl he’s been paired with. He’s repulsed by the whole situation.

When Sabine tries to run away from her fate, Remy is forced to follow her and bring her back. They’re unwillingly thrust into each other’s lives and, reluctantly, find an undeniable attraction between themselves. Will they ever look past their contempt for one another and act on their urges? Or are they destined to hate each other forever?

©2015 Stephanie Summers (P)2015 Stephanie Summers

Links: Audible – Coming soon to iTunes

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If you could sum up Craving in three words, what would they be?

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After*Burn Giveaway!!!


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See this #AmazonGiveaway for a chance to win: After * Burn: Poems: Shadows of Brokenness. https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/61034b5ca15ca0bf NO PURCHASE NECESSARY. Ends the earlier of May 18, 2015 11:59 PM PDT, or when all prizes are claimed.

3 Copies up for Grabs!!!! (Expired!!)

Thank you to everyone that participated.

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After * Burn (Poems: Shadows of Brokenness) Released


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Poems: Shadows of Brokenness

The inside of brokenness is dark and gritty. A place where pain resides. It’s not sunshine and roses. It’s not rainbows and flowers. No, this real. This is where heartache meets the soul on a journey of healing. This is therapy between ink and words. It’s called… survival.

Smashwords – Amazon


Forgiveness Angel

She teases me behind a cloud,
Wearing her sorrow like a shroud.

Her eyes are bright,
With a terrifying light.

I try to reach for her;
She flies like a blur.

Her wings of night,
A heart-pounding sight.

I want to make amends,
Yet still, she condemns.

Reminding me of my faults.
Something aged like malt.

The taste in my mouth sour,
Making my soul cower.

If she only knew how much I regret,
Maybe she would abet.

She cries more pain,
And her laughter a great stain.

Still, she remains hidden,
My spirit sinking in midden.

Nothing will hold her;
Nothing will calm her.

I’m on my knees,
But, time gives a great squeeze.

 Coming soon to print…

Copyright 2015 © Beth Mikell All Rights Reserved.

Cover Reveal with a Twist – The Imperial Arm


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Here it is… my new novel coming to you soon.

The Imperial Arm is a medieval romance with plenty of action and intrigue. You’ll find knights and sword fighting. Lies and mystery. And of course… a love right in the center of it all. Here’s the twist… The Imperial Arm is being showcased on Kindle Scout for next 30 days. 

What is Kindle Scout?

This is the new face of publishing: crowdsourcing.

For thirty days, Amazon will allow users to read and download an excerpt of The Imperial Arm for free. If you love it, then click the blue button and nominate the book. The more nominations, the better the book’s chance at being offered a publishing contract. Yes–a contract with Kindle Press. Why did I opt for this instead? I wanted to try something new.

Here’s how it works:

1. Have an Amazon account, so you can nominate books.

2. A book’s “campaign” lasts for thirty days, then it’s either given a deal or dropped.

3. Once you nominate a book, the book has to stay nominated for it to count.

4. Share with your friends.

5. If your nominated book WINS, the author is given a publishing contract, and you get a FREE Kindle copy sent to your device on release day. 

The Imperial Arm Campaign

Go to Kindle Scout and sign in to Amazon.

Here’s my campaign: https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/30OMF5B8FZM9W

Read or download an excerpt.

Please nominate.

Share it.

Easy-peasy. :) Thank you so much!


New Release Coming Soon


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Hello everyone… I know I’ve been a bit MIA. I’ve been working on a new project and it’s nearly ready. I went a different direction, one I hope you’ll like. It’s a story set in medieval England titled, The Imperial Arm. I’m hoping for a May release once all edits are completed. Here’s a little of what’s to come…

An epic saga unfolds…
Medieval England. Emissary to King Henry III.

Darrius of Blackstone is sent to northern England with his Imperial Elite to take down an enemy of the crown. The list of grievances is long—his debauched brother—a rebellious bride—a demonic father-in-law—and a band of renegades. Danger and intrigue defy nature’s life-and-death penalties, exposing the Imperial Arm’s code of honor and the risks he will take to triumph. However, the cold, desolate warrior unleashes his darkest heart upon Lady Brenna of Carthmore, a woman suffering from neglect and his honor be damned. Darrius must save more than his mission, but with love, there is no choice.

Cover reveal coming soon…

Guest Author: Beth Hale


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I’d like to welcome Beth Hale today as she gives us some insight on how she deals with writer’s block and her new book…

How I Deal

Writer’s block is an evil, evil reality in an author’s world. Sometimes it can be a mild annoyance, and other times it can be a crippling ordeal. I would like to share three of the ways I deal with writer’s block.


—I bake. Cookies and cakes; pies and bread. If the house is smelling good, I am trying to make my characters talk to me again.


—I clean. Obsessively clean. Everything. If my husband comes home to find his sock drawer ruthlessly organized, I am trying to discover which direction my book needs to take.


—Music. Yep. If you find me with my iPod turned up to max volume and dancing

around the house, I am trying to work out a difficult scene in my mind.


There are some other ways, but I can’t give away all my secrets. You might laugh at me if I did.




Author Bio

Beth Hale writes about what she knows: strong, Southern women and the men who love them. She twines believable characters, realistic circumstances, and heart-felt emotions together to create sassy, sexy contemporary romances. She draws inspiration from the everyday life problems we all face and expands them into vivid, interesting, hard-to-put-down stories.


She learned the joys of reading from her mother, and her love affair with books has only grown stronger. If she isn’t breathing life into a new character, she is trying to make a dent in her large to-be-read pile.


Beth lives in a small town in Mississippi with her own real-life hero and two children. They share the house with a variety of pets. When she is not working her “day job” as an E-911 dispatcher, you can find her curled up on her couch, with a blanket, a cup of coffee, and a notebook.


Book Blurb

Walker and Lainey share one explosive night together, and he awakens to find her gone. Shrugging it off as just a glorious one-night stand, he accepts a new job in a new town, New Hope, Mississippi. That’s where he finds Lainey again. She just happens to be married to the Chief of Police—and Walker’s new boss.


Lainey is terrified that Walker will divulge their secret. If he does, Lainey is a dead woman. But despite the danger, she can’t forget the one passionate night she spent in Walker’s arms.


Walker demands answers from Lainey: What secret is she hiding? Why is she so afraid? And when people begin dying, he wants to get to the bottom of it. Why is the police chief trying to brush off the deaths? Why doesn’t he want Walker to work the cases? What kind of secrets is he hiding?


Drawn together, unable to deny their passion, they risk their lives. Lainey is trapped. Walker is determined to save her and uncover the truth. Can they expose the secrets before a ruthless man destroys any hope for a brighter future?

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Book Release: Awakening (The Willow Creek Vampires Series Book 3) by Stephanie Summers


The town of Willow Creek is seemingly free after Remy’s sacrifice set off a life-altering chain of events that resulted in the demise of most of the world’s vampire population. Sabine flees to her home afterwards, except her family has disappeared and a “For Sale” sign is planted in her front yard. Just when she thinks she’s lost it all, she’s summoned back to Willow Creek Manor. Confused, and almost certainly walking into a trap, she reluctantly returns, only to find that the king of vampires still lives… and he is none other than her Remy. The dead love of her life is alive, but he doesn’t quite seem like the same man. With the help of a witch, a ghost, and a longtime enemy, can Sabine bring back the man she fell in love with… or will she lose him forever?

Bonus:  Awakening includes the prologue and first two chapters of Stephanie’s upcoming novel, Take Me On. Once you’ve read The Willow Creek Vampires Series, you might remember a certain rock star Sabine has been obsessed with named Ash London. Take Me On is his story. Enjoy!

Buy Link: Amazon

My Review:

If you thought you lost the love of your life, only to find him alive–how would you react?
Sabine finds Remy alive, but something is different. Something has changed. He’s not exactly her Remy, is he? So many factors play against the power couple, struggling to hold onto their love and happiness. You won’t believe the awesome mind job in this story. It’s not predictable. Forget everything you know about vampires and walk the journey with Sabine and Remy. Giving up isn’t an option as these two fight for their love and try desperately to overcome the ultimate evil threatening to destroy them. This is a great conclusion to the WCVS. Ms. Summers delivers and I highly recommend!!!




Other books:


Craving (The Willow Creek Vampires Series Book 1)

My Review:

A young woman destined to become a vampire’s concubine? What a fresh idea!! There was plenty of excitement starting from the beginning with an underlining mystery that pulls you in and how the vampires protect the town of Willow Creek from something sinister. I loved Sabine with her snarky comments and desire for independence and Remy’s self-confident sexiness with his desire-to-be-anywhere-else-in-the-world-but-here kind of attitude. In the beginning, neither of them want each other, but that’s part of the fascination…the love/hate of their relationship keeps you guessing, mixed with humor and hope they will succumb to each other. Bottom line: their chemistry ROCKS!! You won’t be the same after reading this and you’ll be CRAVING more! I recommend it to anyone who loves vampires!


Haunting (The Willow Creek Vampires Series Book 2)

My Review:

First of all, the cover is stunning!!! Book 2 was heavy on the action and intrigue. Each moment brought you closer to the reveal of the big secret surrounding Willow Creek (You don’t want to miss it!). It was “Haunting” and filled with mystery. Sabine and Remy are a power couple, in love yet faced with losing each other. I enjoyed how one minute everything is setup to go well and then Ms. Summers adds another layer…then another… then another until nothing is as it seems and the ending will shock you! I really don’t want to give away any spoilers because it’s just that good. This sizzling, at times heart stopping novel will keep you guessing until the last page. I highly recommend.

About the Author


So what can I say here? I’m a lady who likes to cuss…a lot…like every sentence if I can get by with it, though I know how to behave myself around children and the easily offended. I’m a self-published author who never considered writing a novel until after I was 30 years old. I decided to give it a shot, and, to my surprise, people actually like my story! I have a couple other stories I’m working on and a ton of other ideas for future works. I’m a little bit sarcastic (okay, a lot sarcastic), and I like to laugh just about as much as I like to bitch about things that annoy me. Oh, and I am head over heels in love with designer shoes. That’s me in a nutshell.

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Guest Post: The Religion, Rage & w(R)iting Blog Tour


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Hi, and welcome to The Religion, Rage & w(R)iting Blog Tour for Authors, Shirley-Harris Slaughter, Rhani D’Chae and Harmony Kent. (Click on each author’s name to be taken directly to their Author Page at 4WillsPublishing, where you can learn more about them).

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Author PhotoHarmony Kent

 These three authors are wonderful clients of 4WillsPublishing, a publishing House dedicated to helping authors put out the best written, and marketing products for their literary work, possible.

This tour is a surprise tour, which means the authors knew nothing about it until it started!  This is our gift to them to show our appreciation of their work, their dedication to putting out the great written word, and also a big THANK YOU for allowing us to showcase and promote them.

This is a 3 Author/7 Day/40 Blog Tour!  Yes, for 7 days, The Religion, Rage & w(R)iting Blog Tour will sit on 40 blogs!  And for 7 days, on 40 blogs, you will get a tiny tid-bit of something related to Religion, so that you never forget OUR LADY OF VICTORY, the rage of people, such as that displayed in SHADOW OF THE DRILL, and w(R)iting tips to help you POLISH YOUR PROSE! (Click on each book title to find out more about it) 

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Polish Your Prose by Harmony Kent


This will be a fun tour, an inspirational tour, a delightful tour which has been designed to enlighten you, entertain you and help you overcome those feelings which bind us daily and keeps us from growing from point A to point B.  Each day as you stop by each blog to find out what bit of inspiration is being shared, we ask that you take the time to leave a comment for the authors, visit their blogs, Follow them on Twitter and FB, and last but not least, please PICK UP A COPY OF THEIR BOOKS!  They are all 5 star reads!  And this tour wouldn’t be complete, if you didn’t check out The Religion, Rage & w(R)iting Book Trailer!  (Please note:  these bits and quotes were not taken from the author’s books).

Before we forget, we’ve included another of our authors, Nonnie Jules.  Although she’s a partner in our firm, she is STILL one of our clients!  Her books, THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO RAISING (ALMOST) PERFECT DAUGHTERS, Daydream’s Daughter, Nightmare’s Friend and Sugarcoatin’ Is For Candy & Pacifyin’ Is For Kids! are also very interesting and entertaining reads!

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On this stop, we want you to dwell on this:

​Even if a unity of faith is not possible, a unity of love is. ~ Hans Urs Von Balthasar​ 

Thank you for joining us on this stop of our tour.  We are grateful to our host for allowing us to share with this audience and we hope that we have left you wanting more!  To follow this tour, please visit the 4WillsPublishing EVENTS page for the complete tour line-up and to also register to win a SURPRISE pack of books as well as a stint on WHO’S ON THE SHELF WITH NONNIE JULES!  Now, on to the next stop!!!!

Guest Post: Author, Aoife Sheridan (Blog Tour)


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It took us nearly an hour to locate Stacey’s house. Her memory wasn’t great and it took four estates before we found hers.

“This is it!” she said, and her enthusiasm died as I made my way to the door. She fidgeted with her hands, nervous now.  Her fingers brushed through her golden hair and that’s when her wounds became visible to me; I watched as Stacey put the pieces of her death together, like all spirits who bring to memory their deaths, her wounds began to resurface. She was remembering what happened, I tried not to look away as the transformation began, half of her skull was bashed in and blood started to taint her hair and clothes. I looked away as my stomach heaved, I couldn’t watch anymore.

“Do I look okay?” she asked.

I swallowed and gave her a smile. “You look great.” No point in telling her that she looked like something from a horror movie.

The door opened, and before I could say hello, Stacey started mumbling, “Mum.” But the women looked at me… waiting, not hearing her daughter.

“Mrs. Moore, do you have a moment, please?” She looked at me, unsure. I really should have changed. “I’m a friend of Stacey’s,” I said.

The woman opened the door and her eyes filled with sorrow, “Come in, dear.”

I crossed the threshold and Stacey followed, her movements becoming stiff.

Something felt off, really wrong. Maybe it was Stacey being home. I sat down on a worn brown settee, my body not settling.

Mrs. Moore sat across from me, her hands knotted together “How did you say you knew my daughter?” she asked while looking around nervously, as if she could feel the shift in the atmosphere.

I looked at Stacey, but she was unsettled. Her body was phasing in and out and alarm was on her face.

“What was your name?” Mrs. Moore’s voice came through my cloud of thought.

I looked at her weary face now. “Abigail,” I answered as I looked back at Stacey, who was almost invisible now.

Something was really wrong here. Bad vibes hit me in waves, and my stomach knotted.

“Is there anyone else here?” I asked.

Mrs. Moore stood, looking alarmed. “I think it’s best if you leave.”

I stood too, with no intentions of leaving. I looked around the small sitting room. Photos of the family adorned the wall, three blonde girls, Mrs. Moore, who looked healthy and happy, and a tall man with a deep set of blue eyes and the blond hair that he had given to his two beautiful daughters. Stacey was smiling in the photo, wearing a snow white summer dress, the same one she had appeared to me in.

“When was this photo taken?” I asked.

“Five years ago. Now, I think it’s best if you leave!” she said, looking afraid for the first time. Stacey’s outline started to appear.

“What age was Stacey when she died?”

Mrs. Moore looked about ready to bolt from the room, but I grabbed her arm. “She was fifteen. It was an accident,” she said as her eyes filled with tears.

“You lied to me!” I said to Stacey as she hovered at the door.

“Just like you lied to your friend.” Something sinister crossed her face.

“Oh no, I’m sorry. Please, don’t let her hurt me!” Mrs. Moore was on her knees, with her hands in a praying gesture.

The woman’s eyes were pleading, terrified as her eyes went to the area that Stacey now vacated. The light bulb overhead started to glow brightly and smashed into a million pieces, raining down on us. I covered my head as small bits pierced my skin. I hated when they did that.

“Where are you?” Stacey roared and the photos on the wall started to shake, leaping from the wall before crashing to the ground. Her outline glowered an ugly red as her anger grew. She would take down the whole house.

“Mammy!” The scream of a terrified young girl came from upstairs. I met Stacey’s eyes as she disappeared through the ceiling and the girl’s screams became blood curling. I raced up the stairs as ornaments and pictures were flung in every direction.

I dodged as much as I could, but still got hit all the same. When I opened the door that the screams were coming from, Stacey had turned into something ugly. Her outline now black as blood dripped from her. The young girl’s room was smashed to pieces. The only piece of furniture still in place was the bed where the little girl sat on, her knees drawn up to her chest as she tried to protect herself. The bed levitated off the floor. I could hear her mother’s soft whispers of prayer as she stayed downstairs. Maybe fear kept her rooted, or she believed that God would intervene. Good luck with that, I thought.

“Stacey Moore, your time ends now in this world” I removed my cross and the bottle of holy water from the inside of my coat, and as I started to splash her with it, the bed hit the floor with a thud and all movement ceased as Stacey turned to me.

Her face became young again. Innocence radiated from her now large green eyes. “He hurt me so bad, who will make him pay? Who will remind them of what they let him got away with? What about me? Does no one care about me?” Her face started to darken again. I needed to keep this spirit calm. A soft glow beside the little girl started to get brighter. Her guardian angel becoming more protective. Stacey laughed. “Where was my angel when he bashed my head in?”

She raced towards me with an angry scream and everything turned dark.


I opened my eyes but couldn’t see my own hand in front of me. I stood on shaky legs. A whisper brushed the back of my neck. I turned holding out my hands, trying to feel what was behind me, but my hands brushed through air. Laughter came from my right and I moved in that direction, but once again, I could only see darkness. Then a small light moved towards me and Stacey’s face jumped out, making a scream leap from my throat. I took a step back, trying to regain my composure. I hated when they did that. Half of her face was smashed in, the skull sunken from where a large object had bashed it and blood soaked her face and dress.

“I know what you are and I want them to pay!” she said.

Blood had seeped into one of her eyes, making it glow with an angry red hue. The other eye sloped at an odd angle, where the skull was no longer supporting it.

“I’m a demon hunter. I don’t hurt people,” I said as she moved closer. I looked around, but still couldn’t see anything. “Where am I?” I asked as this had never happened before.

“You’re inside my head. I needed you to myself for a moment before he came.” She smiled, cracking the blood that had coated her lips. “I know you can hurt them for me,” she said. I wasn’t playing her games, no one was coming she was trying to scare me.

“Release me now, or I will send you to the pits of hell!” I held her stare, even against how gruesome she looked.

“Have you ever been to hell, Abigail?” she asked sweetly.

“Stacey, this is your last warning, Release me, now!” I said.

Tightness filled my chest, making it hard to breathe. My knees buckled as my vision blurred, and I only had a split second to brace myself as she raced for me, her hands held high, and then she was gone. I looked up and around me, but once again, I was in darkness. The air filled my lungs and the taste of sulfur was overpowering. I stood too quickly as dizziness rushed me; something was here with me, something worse than Stacey. Maybe it was the person who she was talking about. Goose bumps broke out along my arms and the hair rose on the back of my neck.  “He’s here!” I turned to the voice and Stacey stared down at me, anger now etched on her face. “My time has run out, Hunter!” she growled, before she raked her now long nails down my face.

I screamed in agony, my own hands trying to protect myself, but no more pain came. I turned and she was gone. My face stung and my hands trembled as I reached up and touched it gently. Warmth coated my fingertips and I could feel the dripping of the blood from my face. She had dug deep.

Ten voices came to me at once. I couldn’t find the source or understand the language, but two words were repeated constantly until the noise became louder and louder, “Everto parvulus”. The temperature had dropped and I shivered with the cold. My hair was starting to freeze and the ends held small icicles. The voices stopped and silence filled its void, just before light poured into the darkness. It was too bright and I shielded my face. A roar of anger filled my ears, a roar that I recognized as Zee’s. It sent all my nerves on edge. Air raced towards me along with the light. It was only a blur that passed me, but I knew it was Zee, and then light spread into the room and I could see the demon, its face was contracting into other faces. Each face brought a fresh terror, and then it paused on one and my legs gave out.

“Dad,” I whispered, and then nothing.


About the Author:

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Aoife Marie Sheridan has loved reading from a very young age, starting off with mills and boon’s books, given to by her grandmother her love for romances grew, by the age of 14 she had read hundreds of them.

Aoife had a passion for writing poetry or in her eyes her journal entries. It was something she did throughout her teens and into her twenties. Aoife won first place for two of her poems and had them published at a young age of just nineteen. Realising she needed to get a real job (What writing isn’t) she studied accountancy and qualified working in that field for many years, until her passion for reading returned and she found Maria V Snyder. Poison study one of her favourite books has been read and re-read countless times.

Aoife’s first book Eden Forest (Part one of the Saskia Trilogy) came to be after a dream of a man and woman on a black horse jumping through a wall of fire and the idea of Saskia was born. Now with her first novel published and taking first place for Eden Forest with Writers Got Talent 2013, Aoife continues to write tales of fantasy and is currently working on her third book for the Saskia Trilogy amongst other new works.

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