Thank you for having me guest on Fang-tastic Books today! It’s great to be here. As I pondered what to share with you all, my heroine from the Cornerstone Deep series, Mianna, kept nudging me. “Let me do it, Charlene,” she kept saying. So I finally gave in. I charged her with letting you know some of her favorite things. So may I present Mianna Shilo of The Transformation of Anna, Echoes, and Destiny books…
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Mianna dances around the terrace and onto the lush grounds. She tilts a handwritten page between her hands as if it is her partner. Cole smiles and steps behind her, peering over her shoulder. He wraps his arms around her waist. “What are you doing?”
She scrunches her shoulders and leans into him. “It’s beautiful out here and I wanted to be inspired. I rarely get to do guest posts and I’m just so thrilled that Charlene chose me for this one.”
“I see. So, what have you written so far?”
She reads from the paper. “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.”
Cole nods. “Okay.”
“Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.”
He looks to the side. “Um...”
“Brown paper packages tied up with strings.” She glances up at him. “These are a few of my favorite things.”
She holds up a finger. “Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes. Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes.” She lifts her arms and turns to face him, setting them on his shoulders. “Silver white winters that melt into springs…”
“I know. These are a few of your favorite things.”
She blushes and leans her head to the side with a cherubic smile. “How did you know?”
“It’s a song on Cornerstone Summit. Mianna, my love, you were supposed to write about your favorite things.”
“But these are perfect. And they are my favorite things. Or some of them. And Charlene has been humming this song.” She begins to sway to the music in her mind.
An adoring smile spreads across Coles face. As he raises a hand at the woodland and birdsong fills air in a likeness of the old melody. He takes Mianna’s hand and leads her to the belvedere.
Vincent and James watch as Cole and Mianna enter the ornate gazebo and begin to dance to the song sung by the foul. Vincent folds his arms and shakes his head. “Only Cole and Mianna could get away with waltzing to a song from The Sound of Music. In a blog post. Without it coming across as cheesy.”
Charlene A. Wilson
Genre: Paranormal/light sci-fi/ Fantasy
Publisher: Spectrum Publishing
Date of Publication: May 11, 2015
ISBN 10: 0989984656
ISBN 13: 978-0-9899846-5-2
Number of pages: 200
Word Count: 52,886
Cover Artist: Charlene A. Wilson
Angels, Gods, High Ones… Could anything else find its way into the prophecy caused by their father, Sylis Shilo, the renowned realm traveler? Vincent understands there were things in his father’s work he wasn’t privy to simply because his soul was too young, but how could this be kept a secret from even his brothers? The more he learns, the more he’s glad he hadn’t known.
The sentinels of Cornerstone Deep are in for their most difficult challenge yet. The portal to the Spectrum of the Realms must be sealed, and punishments must be carried out. Will the Gods take all that is dear to Vincent, James, and Cole Shilo?
“Flesh cannot take away that which our souls have united.”
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Stars blinked, and Vincent scowled at the firmament. They mocked him—tiny gems as out of his reach as the treasure he sought. With a snarl, he scanned the area around the empty town square, whirled to face Simpson drive, and then jabbed his hand toward the deserted street of the city’s east side.
The summoning command echoed through the night and then ebbed into the quiet atmosphere with no result.
A frog croaked from Center Creek somewhere within the park to his right. The urban green rustled and deep shadows waved as the breeze whispered along the tall border hedges. A cat padded from an alley between the north side commerce onto the sidewalk and then looked his way. The dim streetlight reflected in its eyes, two silver discs that taunted alongside the night sky.
With a growl, he punched his frustration into the air. Blue neon flashed from his fist. The bolt highlighted the crimson brick storefronts and plowed into the street with a resounding blast. Asphalt bulleted the commerce, shattering glass behind the barred windows, and pelted the granite griffin perched on top of the corner archway of the entrance to Shilo Park.
The cat darted back the way it came.
Vincent snarled. Turning toward the city center, he clenched his jaw and glared around the empty court. How many times have I tried to summon the Mother Earth beads from here already? Every faithful follower of the gods had come to witness the absence of Gryffin. When they left, the park was in shambles. It took three weeks to pick up all the rubble and return the vegetation to its rightful state. He glanced over his shoulder at the stone gargoyle. The god of conformance couldn’t have made a more striking statement with that disappearance act—and the beads couldn’t have been lost at a worst time. Anyone could have stashed them away, thrilled to find such a keep.
Vincent ground his teeth together so hard his temples ached. Humidity thickened the early summer night and carried the sulfuric odor from the west side industries. It coated his senses with added irritation. Where was the floral scent of Shilo Park? He needed the sweet comfort it held.
Releasing his breath, he whispered a vow he didn’t intend to sustain. “Elaina, you will never touch another magical charm as long as you live.”
He glanced at his watch and sighed an anxious breath. I need to get home.
How long before his brothers questioned his excursions? How long could he keep the disappearance of the relic a secret?
Furling his cape, he dispersed his elements into a fine mist. He allowed his dark essence to meander as he flew the length of the boulevard, recalling the crowded scene. Pilgrimage buggies, tents, covered wagons; they were only a portion of the massive gathering of faithful that had finally cleared the area.
Irritation rippled his essence. With a growl, he conceded failure and headed over the southern apricot orchards to Shilo Manor.
About the Author:
Charlene A. Wilson is an author of tales that take you to other dimensions. She weaves magic, lasting love, and intrigue to immerse you into the lives of her characters.
She began writing in her early teens when her vivid dreams stayed with her long after she had them. The characters and worlds were so amazing she brought them to life through her books.
Charlene resides in a small community in Arkansas, USA, with her two beautiful daughters, husband, a cuddly Pekingese, and a very chatty cockatiel named Todder.
Author site: http://CharleneAWilson.com