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Thursday, April 26, 2018

a dark and deadly path - Tears of the Fallen by K.M. Hager

"If you read this story, be prepared for a roller coaster ride. Every twist or turn or ups or downs in this story will have you guessing what will happen next. [...] Right when you think this story couldn't have more going on in it, it does and it keeps going until the end. Looking forward to the next book." T.R., Goodreads


Re-Published: March 28th, 2018

Amy Coleman on a mission to find her son, the only problem was–up until two days ago she never knew she had a child. 

Life for Amy is not worth living anymore. She was brutally attacked, and that nightmare of an abandoned child is seeping into her reality. There is only one person who can stop her mission for death, a fallen Angel by the name of Stephen. However, what Amy doesn't realise is falling helplessly in love with this Angel will just lead her down a dark and deadly path and right smack in the middle of an Angelic War. 

After spending seven years on a self-destructive path of abuse, she will start to unravel the secrets and lies of that awful night she was attacked sending her world upside down. When Amy uncovers what really attacked her that night, she will also have to face the painful reality that she is a mother because of it. 

The Angels try with Heavenly influence to blocking any memory from her, she still must find her son before her attacker Solas does and sacrifices him in a bid to open the gates of purgatory. 


It’s only when we get to meet death personally and stare into its darkness that we will ever really feel the raw emotion and fear that the darkness brings in the last fleeting moments of our lives. We all think about it and sense when it’s coming. But like most unpleasant thoughts, we disregard it, choosing to ignore the niggling doubts our instincts are so desperately trying to warn us about. So when I walked home that night and took my usual route across the isolated beach, I felt danger was coming. My body tried to warn me that something wasn’t right.

Why didn’t I listen to it?

The hairs on the back of my neck began to stand up in protest. Fear travelled through my veins and pumped its poisonous venom straight into my heart. The panicked beats of my heart drowned out the sounds of the crashing waves as they pounded the shore. I was too late. I was nearly at the other end, and it would have been quicker to keep moving.

The clouds were closing over me, and the sun was far out into the distance, ready to rest its tired head for the night. There would be no point in turning back now. So I lunged forward toward the exit. I desperately tried to get to the stairs so I could take the last step from the cold, wet sand and onto the familiar stone of safety. But as I placed my left foot on the step and relaxed my body, I felt a sharp pain at the side of my head. A strong, cruel grip wrapped itself around the top of my arm, and my feet left the safety of the ground. I flew across the sand through the cold air and landed directly on a rock. The pain was crippling and rendered me semi-unconscious. I was unable to focus on any object or stand up and run from whatever force of nature had tried to take my life. I lay there for a minute and tried, frantically, to muster the energy so I could escape the situation. I needed to get home. The blood from my head trickled down the side of my face, and I needed help. My eyes tried to adjust back into focus and looked for someone to come to my aid, but I could see no one.

As I lay on the dampness of the sand, I looked into the night sky. I watched with panic as dark shadows emerged and hovered over me as if they were lost souls that danced over my vulnerable body. At that moment, everything stood still. Time and existence froze as I looked upon the lost souls that waited eagerly to take my life. A life I hadn’t yet lived. I was only sixteen, and there was so much left to do: finish my exams and smoke weed. Kiss Peter Jackson, the high school hunk. Or even make love.

Then all my thoughts were gone. All that was left was acceptance that it was my time. There was no way out of it, so I closed my eyes and accepted my fate. “Oh, come on. It’s no fun if your eyes are closed.” I jumped. My heart leapt straight out of my chest and slammed back inside me.

I looked up toward the shadows that had formed a ring around me. They danced delicately over my body, and in the centre was darkness, a shadow that had crept out from the night and lingered over me. A dark energy had my wrists and pinned me to the ground, leaving me paralysed. I stared up at the silhouette, and I watched with terror as the monster shifted, forcing an impression of a human face while he tried to form in our realm. My alternate perception showed me his true form.

His head shook erratically from side to side. He had me distracted. Within an instant, he had successfully transcended and he was sitting down on top of me. 

All I could see was his deep, penetrating eyes. They seemed almost hypnotic, but were filled with sin. They were soulless and without a touch of humanity. He was the Devil on his darkest day. 

About the author:
K.M.Hager lives in Devon with her family. When she's not being a mother or a referee to her two children, she tries to get on writing her Tears of the Fallen series. 

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1 comment:

Bea LaRocca said...

Happy Friday! I just saw that the second book in this series is also available. I just added them both to my Amazon wish-list. Have a great weekend.