Hope Fairmont is a normal teenage girl. She attends public school, gets good grades, has a normal best friend…sort of normal…and works as a janitor at the local hospital. Unfortunately, that’s where the ruse ends. Oh, sure, she might be tidying up hospital rooms here and there, but Hope is also using a gift she hides from everyone in order to heal any patients who might need her, which, in her mind is everyone.
She and her father may have been able to keep her healing gift a secret for most of her life, but there are others out there who know who Hope really is and what her gift for healing is truly meant to accomplish. Hope’s life spirals out of control when two, handsome young men mysteriously appear, claiming they must protect her from a demon god determined to end her life before she can fulfill her destiny.
Tie shook his head and then opened
his mouth as if to say something, but all that came out was a wheezing noise
and then an alarming amount of blood. I looked at the gaping hole in his chest
and began to panic, feeling certain Tie should have repaired what he could, and
Victor should have healed him by now.
"Victor, why isn't he healing
himself?" I asked anxiously.
"He can't," he said.
Victor opened his eyes and sat back
"Then you do it," I cried
out. My voice was beginning to shake, and I knew I was about two seconds away
from becoming as unhinged as Angie.
"I can't do it. I can't heal
him." He buried his face in his hands.
"Quit telling me what can't be
done, and tell me what can!"
"Nothing can be done,
okay?" The look he gave me was awful. A look of defeat. "There is
absolutely nothing that anyone can do. The sword that stabbed him was forged in
the land of the dead, and I only have so much power at my disposal. What little
power I did have I used to heal you when we were at the hospital."
I swallowed down the lump of guilt
forming in my throat and let out a trembling breath.
"Even if I hadn't healed you
tonight, I still wouldn't be able to help him. You can't heal a stab wound made
from that kind of sword," he whispered. "Tie is going to die."
About the Author
C. J. Anaya began writing short stories for family and friends when she was thirteen years old. This soon morphed into an extensive project every year during Christmas as a way to create a fun and inexpensive Christmas gift.
Her passion for reading and writing led her to following her own dreams of becoming a published author. She was born in Utah and raised everywhere else. She even lived a few years in Brazil, enjoying the people, the culture and learning the beautiful language of Portuguese; a language she is still fluent in to this day. As a result of her exposure to varying peoples and cultures, her interests became varied as well.
As a mother of four children she is now a singer and a songwriter, a baker and a cake decorator, a dancer and a choreographer, a girl with a degree in Criminal Justice and a first time published author of YA paranormal romance and fantasy. She is also married to the most deliciously, handsome looking Latino. As always, she has plenty to write about.