Book Review of Falling: Book
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Blurb
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The
intellectual challenge of college and the warm embrace of a serious boyfriend
have given Maya the wings she needs to break away from her bookish and shy
reserve. Her ideal life comes crashing down when she and her boyfriend are
accosted by a stranger. A stranger with glowing hands.
Maya's boyfriend is killed. She is kidnapped. Changed.
A rescue comes, but not soon enough.
Maya’s senses sharpen, her body becomes strong and agile, and she develops the ability to visually see the emotions of those around her as colorful auras…beautiful auras…tempting auras.
And then there’s the song…
Now, Maya must struggle to control the murderous appetite that fuels her new abilities, accept her altered condition and learn to trust two vigilante half-brothers she never knew she had. As she joins the battle against a secret network of powerful and destructive beings that call themselves "Angels", Maya vows to find and destroy the one who changed her.
On the bright side, at least Maya's oldest half-brother has stopped trying to kill her.
Maya's boyfriend is killed. She is kidnapped. Changed.
A rescue comes, but not soon enough.
Maya’s senses sharpen, her body becomes strong and agile, and she develops the ability to visually see the emotions of those around her as colorful auras…beautiful auras…tempting auras.
And then there’s the song…
Now, Maya must struggle to control the murderous appetite that fuels her new abilities, accept her altered condition and learn to trust two vigilante half-brothers she never knew she had. As she joins the battle against a secret network of powerful and destructive beings that call themselves "Angels", Maya vows to find and destroy the one who changed her.
On the bright side, at least Maya's oldest half-brother has stopped trying to kill her.
About the
Author:
J Bennett is a
professional copywriter, as well as a novelist. She lives and writes in
Southern California.
Works by J Bennett
Girl With
Broken Wings
Falling (Book One)
Coping (Novella, 1.5)
Landing (Book Two), To Be Released Jan 2013
Falling (Book One)
Coping (Novella, 1.5)
Landing (Book Two), To Be Released Jan 2013
The Vampire’s
Housekeeper Chronicles
#1 Employment Interview With A Vampire (Short Story)
#2 The Vampire Hunter Comes to Call (Short Story)
#3 Duel With The Werefrog (Short Story)
#1 Employment Interview With A Vampire (Short Story)
#2 The Vampire Hunter Comes to Call (Short Story)
#3 Duel With The Werefrog (Short Story)
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Excerpt:
FALLING
Excerpt
From Book One of the Girl With Broken Wings Series by J Bennett
Chapter
6
“Your
head,” the boy with elf eyes murmurs as he puts me into a car. Then, “this is,
um, awkward.” He can only get me half in. I hear his steps moving quickly
around the back of the car. He opens the opposite door and pulls me the rest of
the way across the back seat.
“Thank
you,” I say. I want to touch the blue glow around him. This will soothe the
pain inside of me. Not pain. Hunger. Great, gaping hunger. I am shivering,
still sweating. The strap of my bra has fallen to my elbow.
“Do we,
uh, have a blanket in the trunk or something, Tarren?”
“Get in
the car.”
I hear
sirens. They sound closer than they could possibly be. Just like I think I can
hear the boy’s heart thudding in his chest, but that can’t be real.
“Yeah,
it’s a warm night. She’ll be fine.” The door by my head closes. I flinch at the
sound. After a moment it opens again.
“Seatbelt.”
He leans over me, grappling with the buckle under my back. His heart is a
drum. I hear the whoosh of air in and
out of his lungs. I smell him, the sweat on him, the damp of his clothes.
Glowing spirals of blue cloak his body like colored steam. I must touch the
color. I am moving my arm, dizzy with even this effort but desperate. He is so
close. My hands grow hot. Something is happening to them. The skin of my palms
is puckering, splitting open.
“There we
go.” The boy is gone. The door closes. I keep reaching up hoping to catch any
lingering wisps of the glow. The skin furls back over my palm, seaming itself
up into a dark X across the center. The car is moving. Every breath smells like
blood. I’m giggling like a maniac, but only in my head. I shove my hands under
my body, because this will somehow help. I’m still burning to death, by the
way.
The
driver whispers to himself, “We had him. We had him.”
The one
with the backwards ball cap and elf eyes says, “Look, we got her; that was the
whole point.” He turns to look at the driver. “We’ll kill Grand some other
time.”
The
driver doesn’t say anything, but the color ratchets around him, bright along
the edges. I close my eyes, but I can still feel the skin pulling away from my
palms again.
“Your eye
is swelling up,” the passenger says.
“I’m
fine. You?”
“Ankle.
Just twisted it a little. I’ll throw some ice on it whenever. No cops behind
us. We need to switch our plates when we stop. Ditch the guns too. We left
shell casings. Damn shame, though.” The passenger pulls a gun from his belt,
hefts it in his hand. “My guy went through a lot of trouble to get this baby.
Not that you care. Anyone can get Glocks.”
“Put that
away,” the driver says. “We’ll cover cleanup later.”
“We should probably get her a shirt,” he says. The driver doesn’t reply, but his eyes flick up to the rearview mirror when we stop at a light.
After a
while, the elf turns to the driver and asks, “Is there any way this isn’t going
to totally fucking ruin her life?”
I can’t
stop shivering. My body jerks, so that I fall back painfully onto the buckle.
The fire is starting to separate. There’s the part ripping up my bones and
evaporating my blood, but there is something entirely different lifting out of
the flames. This is an exquisite hurt, all neural and twitchy. It’s hunger, but
not like a hunger I’ve ever known before. This hunger is cutting me wide open
with a song, carving out its own channels in my brain and snuffing out the
human parts of me.
I think
that I am going to die, and I don’t want to, except that I do, because Ryan is
dead, at least I think he is, but maybe he isn’t, because he can’t be. He can’t
be.
The hum
of the car seems so loud, and the passing street lamps blaze like sudden flares
in the night. We leave behind the
highway and then the street lamps and then the other cars. I cry, but these are
silent tears, hot by the time they tip over my chin. We sail through the night
for a long while, and the tears eventually dwindle. All that is left is the
hunger growing louder and louder in my bones.
Eventually,
the car stops. The driver gets out. The door by my head is wrenched open. He
grabs my shoulders and pulls. The seatbelt digs into my hips, and I cry out.
“Damn,”
he mutters. He grabs my wrists in one hand and pins them against the back of
the seat while he leans over and undoes my buckle. The passenger side door
opens.
“Jesus,
where are we? You gotta piss?”
The
driver pulls me roughly out of the car. I hit the ground and curl my legs into
my chest. There is only the hunger and the pain and the shadow of Ryan
lingering behind the trees that edge each side of the road.
The
driver pulls a gun from his waistband, and I am not afraid. The amber glow is
so bright around him that it looks like some sort of unnatural fire. Everything
is fire. I stare at the scar running along his jaw and recognize him. The
enforcer of Avalon levels his gun at me. The blood stains across his shirt and
jeans are already turning dark. In his eyes I see a cold that I would never be
cliché enough to call arctic except that I can’t think of anything else.
There’s a lot of blood on him.
“Tarren,
no!”
Pant legs
intrude into my visual field.
“She’s
infected. We have to do it now while she’s weak.”
“One shot
Tarren. She only got one shot. She’s like…a hybrid or something.”
“We can’t
take the chance.”
“Yes we
can, because, uh, because you could use her in your research. She could be,
like, the key. The hybrids are always the key in, you know, stuff.”
“We’ll
take the body back to Lo’s lab.”
“Cold
hearted bastard! She’s blood.”
“His
blood.”
“Our
blood. She’s our blood Tarren.” The elf boy’s voice has gone harsh. “She’s our
family, and you can pretend that you don’t care about anything anymore, that
you’re suffering the weight of the entire world on your shoulders, but you’re
just afraid. Fuck you. I’m not moving.”
“You
done?” The gun doesn’t move.
“And the
hunger?”
My
protector turns and looks at me. I can hear how fast his heart is beating, the
faint rush of blood as he clenches his fists. The light around him swells. So
blue with sudden streaks of lavender lashing across. The song. They act as if
they can’t hear the music flowing in hot torrents all around us.
“We’ll
buy her rabbits,” he says finally.
“She’ll
lapse and feed on humans.”
“No,
she…”
“THEY
ALWAYS FEED ON HUMANS.” The enforcer’s
voice echoes into the trees. He pulls in a deep breath. “You know that. She is
Grand’s daughter. He’ll come after her again and by then she’ll be strong. I’ll
take care of it. Just get out of my way.”
“I’m on
fire,” I say for no reason. I lift myself up to my elbows with difficulty. I
don’t know which one I want to prevail. A bullet would be quicker than this
slow burn.
“No.” The
legs in front of me step a little wider. “No,” the elf says again. “We’ve
crossed a lot of lines, but I’m not going to let you cross this one. She may
feed on humans one day, maybe not. Until she does, she’s an innocent, and we
don’t kill innocent people. Not today. Not ever. She deserves a chance; I don’t
care who the fuck her parents are. If she crosses over, I’ll kill her myself,
but not today.”
The
enforcer keeps his gun steady. “Gabe,”
he says.
“I’m not
moving.” Gabe spreads his arms. “If you’ve got to kill her, then do it, but I’m
sick of this shit. You kill me first, ‘cause killing innocent people is what
bad guys do. I’m not a bad guy, and I’d rather be dead then see you turn into
one.”
I hold my
hands out in front of me and stare at the new dark slits running through my
palms.
“Am I a
monster?” I whisper. “Is that what this is?”
“No,”
Gabe looks at me over his shoulder. “Well, kinda, but we’re going to help you.
We’re family.”
Tarren
lowers his gun. A slow descent.
***
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Review
Unique
take on Angels. I seem to be on a streak of missing children returned. But this sister was adopted into a wonderful
family and doesn’t remember her birth family.
And now she has been found, but she isn’t exactly as she was when she
left… and I don’t mean that she is older.
No, she has been changed into something different. And she is falling or fallen, depending on
how you look at it.
Definitely
a unique book. I truly enjoyed reading
all the different take on things. I give
this book a 4.5 out of 5 clouds.
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