Life ending games? Or are they just the beginning? Dangerous. Risqué. A catch. There's always a catch. Three tales that will blow your mind."Playing the fate cards so fast, she caused pieces of past and future to fly by, appearing and disappearing. The onlookers—family—in her head were dizzy and not quite sure where to step."
Strap on your seatbelt for this whirlwind of short stories that take you out of this world—literally!
A goddess on a mission or a young adult growing up? In the paranormal world, who's to know?
Covert Action is supposed to mean "secret" but in a world of regulation, just what is everyone going so far out of their way to hide? Sex is a dangerous game. More than anyone could have bet.
What if life was as simple as a game of dice or poker?
What if human's lived their lives unaware that they were pawns, played on a board by those who were just a little more than human? Would fate intervene? Would love mean anything? If you were a God among humans, wouldn't you be just maybe, slightly, bored?
Life ending games? Or are they just the beginning? Dangerous. Risqué. A catch. There's always a catch. Three tales that will blow your mind.
EXCERPT
From Under The Shadow of Wings
She had come to collect. All the places she had been before. All the places she had died. They had died. She could hear them all now. All her dead relatives. She came back to collect what was hers. What was theirs. She came back to kick some ass. She had already won. She had just come back to collect.
Playing the fate cards so fast, she caused pieces of past and future to fly by, appearing and disappearing. The onlookers—family—in her head were dizzy and not quite sure where to step.
While all of this was going on in her head, she sat in the bar of an airport, waiting for the red-eye. Her drink was Chardonnay. Next to her was a man dressed to be noticed. She guessed that with slicked-back hair and a model’s face, he was probably doing his best to feign nonchalance. He has those big, brown eyes—the ones that look at you and implore. Or seduce. Which one is he? Inside she heard her dead relatives bickering. Is he going to be the one?
They each had food and were waiting for their tab.
He finally looked at her and spoke. "I hate being held hostage by bad waiters, don’t you?" He smiled, white teeth gleaming.
She looked him over. His ticket stuck out from his jacket pocket. He would be on the same plane as her.
"Unless they’re very bad," she said with a smirk.
His red face showed that he was unprepared for her forwardness, but instead of backing down, he struck. He seemed to have recovered his confidence. "There’s no time lonelier than the night, baby," he said, looking at her like fresh meat. She hadn't controlled her body well enough. She knew her pupils had dilated at him and bet he noticed it too. He was that kind of guy.
She could hear her dead relatives. My tongue is in your ear washing grime, endless grime, off our face and hands. And the insects crawl around for their share of dead skin flakes.
Kat smiled but paid the tab she had finally been given and got up. Walking over to the elevator, she hit the down button and didn’t look back.
About the author:
K.D. Rose is a poet and author who currently has published "Heavy Bags of Soul", "Inside Sorrow", “I AM”, “Erasing: Shadows”, "Anger's Children: Three Shorts That Will Blow Your Mind", "A Taste for Mystery: Two Novellas" and her new release, "The Brevity of Twit".
K.D.’s book, Inside Sorrow won the Readers Favorite 2013 international Silver Medal for Poetry. With fellow authors around the globe, KD was also a founding member of the e-magazine, INNOVATE.
K.D. has an eclectic mind and loves language, physics, philosophy, photography, design, art, writing, symbolism, semiotics, spirituality, and Dr. Who. KD Rose is an avid supporter of music, the arts, cutting edge science, technology, and creativity in all forms. K.D also has a chronic illness but doesn't let it get her down. K.D. considers herself a "Spoonie" on the lam.
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21 comments:
Thank you for hosting
Great synopsis. I love a good short story. Having said that, very, very, few authors successfully write a really good short story - the kind that leaves you thinking about it for a long time afterwards.
Hello K.D. these stories sound awesome! Looking forward to reading your book. Thank you
Great excerpt! Thanks for sharing :)
I have enjoyed learning about the book. Thanks for sharing it.
This book sounds awesome
I like that there are 3 short stories in one book. The excerpt sounds very different than anything I've read before. I'd love to read this book :)
I like the cover! Thank you for sharing!
Cool excerpt that ended at just the right moment. :-)
I enjoyed reading the excerpt and look forward to reading this book!
I really liked that first paragraph of the excerpt, especially the last two sentences. It really hints at a cool back story.
The shades or red, bold font, and repeated phrase on the cover do a really good job of conveying anger!
Of course there is always a catch! That's what makes the story interesting. *grin*
Her dead relatives are freaky/make freaky comments, which, I suppose, is the point.
Sounds fast paced and exciting!
The guy's comeback to Kat's comeback falls short. It wasn't clever at all - it was definitely worth walking away from.
"A goddess on a mission or a young adult growing up?"
Both?
I like the cover and description of the book. I am interested to read more of these short stories.
Playing the past, present, and future fate cards while sitting and drinking a chardonnay? That's serious multitasking!
I like the title "heavy bags of soul'. I have no idea waht it means, but it sounds cool.
I'm surprised the guy has a physical ticket in his pocket! :-)
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