The Dia Chronicles Book One
Genre: Historical Fantasy
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The world has long forgotten them, but their descendants live on, not wholly mortal or god, but something in between…
At the dawn of the sixth century, in the aftermath of her mother’s brutal execution, Mara Black is forced to flee the only life she has ever known.
Mara can tell she’s different, but isn't sure why. After she encounters two mysterious strangers, she discovers her secret is but a drop in an ocean of many. She is a Dia, a descendant of ancient gods, and her mother sacrificed herself to protect Mara from their past.
Summoned by an uncle she didn't know existed, Mara thinks she’s found the family she’s always wanted, and Corbin, a love she never thought possible. But not everything is as it seems. Her uncle has other motives for protecting her, and her mentor, Malcolm, becomes so jealous, he’ll do anything to get what he wants.
When tragedy strikes, and the true darkness among them comes to light, Mara discovers that sometimes love can give you everything, and obsession can take it all away. With her powers gone, and destiny calling, she has to look deep within to find the courage to save herself. Mara, along with Corbin and her newfound family, must fight to get back what was taken, or die trying.
Corbin turned to Malcolm. “Are they charging her with witchcraft?”
Malcolm nodded with a smirk. “It appears that way. Fools. They waste their time looking for witches. They have no idea what walks amongst them.”
They were half way through the crowd when Corbin felt a chill, like lightening, as his arm brushed against someone. He walked a few paces and stopped, making sure to keep his face concealed within his hood. He saw a girl, barely a woman, standing on her toes to see over the shoulders in front of her.
“That’s her,” Malcolm whispered. “That’s Mara.”
Her expression was panicked, and she didn’t seem to notice Corbin staring at her. “Should we speak with her?” Corbin asked.
Malcolm gave him a hard shove. “Not now. We will come back for her later.”
Corbin took one last glance at her and continued towards the front of the crowd. It wouldn’t do any good to speak to her now. Not like this.
About this Author:
Tammy Farrell grew up in Orangeville, Ontario Canada where she discovered her love of writing, and all things related to Edgar Allan Poe. She now lives with her husband and four fur babies in Greenville, South Carolina, where she teaches pre-GED English and attempts to learn French when she isn’t busy writing.
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