Rise From Darkness
Book One: Battle of the Souls
Publisher: Turquoise Morning Press
Young Adult Paranormal
4 out of 5 STARS
Alexander Lorre gives new meaning to the term “tormented teen”. He’s a newly fallen angel, which means he has the self-control of a three-year-old, the hormones of a teenager and the strength of an angel. When he rescues Gaby Moore from drowning, the chemistry between them is undeniable. With a local demon threatening Gaby’s life, he struggles to find a balance between remaining close enough to protect her but distant enough to control his desires.
As danger draws closer, Gaby uncovers shattering secrets that will lead to an ultimate choice. Will she fight alongside her father, an earthbound hunter killing fallen angels and demons, give into the demon blood coursing through her veins and join the demon world, or save the man she loves from both? The first two choices damn her, but the last one could destroy them all.
Unexpectedly good. There are lots of angel stories springing up from everywhere, and some of them honestly are not good enough. But Rise from Darkness doesn't belong to that criteria. It's awesome delicate story brings on the hype of its fastpaced telling that makes you keep reading. Sure the main gist of the novel is not all new, but Ciara has this gift of making it into something that has never been done before, as far as I can remember.
Another thing that makes me love stories are the great characters. Well, Rise from darkness certainly has them. Gabby, the main protagonist of the story can be labeled as a strong heroine from zero to hero. Alex, on the other hand has this vulnerability that makes me want to hug him tight but also he has this strong and dependable personality that makes me want to hind under his wings, metaphorically speaking, but can also be literal if you want. Lol.
Overall, this an incredible first book for the trilogy. A great read that makes me want to follow the series!
The ocean wanted to claim Gaby, but she kicked to keep her chin above the water. Her ankle caught in something. She twisted but it only tightened. Fire shot up her calf, through her thigh, and spread to her abdomen.
She plunged her head under and contorted into a ball, reaching to free her foot. Her fingers brushed a bumpy surface. It moved, tightening its grip. She cried out releasing a mass of bubbles, and slammed her heel into whatever encircled her ankle. It released and she kicked to the surface, spitting and choking.
Terror seized. Her entire body trembled and she wanted to scream but only whimpers escaped between panicked gasps.
A dark mass the size of a compact car smashed into her side, knocking what little wind she had from her lungs.
Arms encircled her chest and jerked her back down into the dark sea. Water flooded her mouth. She scratched at the vise around her middle. It couldn’t end like this.
She swore she heard a sinister laugh reverberate around her. Despite the sting of the salt, she tried to focus in the murky water. Four shapes spun around her, all in different sizes. Monsters, from her dreams. They were real.
Not real, only an episode.
The largest one circled faster and faster, the menacing chuckles grew louder. The creatures defied the laws of nature the way they moved and sounded in the water.
Relax, and it will fade. But her heart continued to thrash against her ribs.
A figure resembling a four-horned bull clasped her waist and threw her towards another. The four dark shadows tossed her body back and forth like a basketball. Searing pain burned against her flesh.
Oxygen fought for escape, pressuring her lungs for release. She blew out the remaining air and sucked water in. Her throat scorched as if she swallowed hot-lava. Her chest constricted and she spewed water only to swallow more.
Darkness curved the corners of her vision. Who will take care of Dad? Maybe death will be better than life on Earth without Mom.
Dark shapes swarmed closer.
Her mind warred with her body and her body won. Muscles relaxed and her brain surrendered to her fate, welcoming peace.
Brilliant navy light flashed in a bright explosion around her. Sadness still clung to her heart for a life never truly lived. But at least the suffering would end.
Her mother appeared and the edge of sorrow receded allowing a hint of hope to surge in for the first time in a year. She wanted to melt into her embrace. Hands outstretched, Gaby reached for her mother’s arms in hopes of being together once more.
Ciara Knight always had a passion for storytelling. At an early age, she wrote several short stories and poems, and in college she started work on her first novel. It wasn’t until late 2008 that she returned to her true passion of writing. Over the past few years she has penned five novels and joined several professional writing organizations to better her craft.
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.
Ciara is happily married and enjoys family time. She has learned to embrace chaos, which is a requirement when raising three boys, and utilizes the insanity to create stories not of this world including, Fantasy, Paranormal, Sci-Fi, and Young Adult Dystopian.
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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