Title: Ancient Dreams
Author:
J.P. Roth
Genre:
Fantasy
About Ancient Dreams:
“My tale starts with a ‘once
upon a time’ — A long time ago, beings lived who could control the elements,
immortality, and time. We called them gods and gave them our worship. They
played with us like toys, took our lives and sabotaged our love. Now, the gods
are myths. Stories in books—not to be confused with our modern world. I
believed this until I found myself tumbling into a dream. This dream takes me
to another life. To a forgotten time in a bloody age. I dream of Hades’s son
and a lustful goddess. I dream of limitless power and revolving time. I dream a
death and love that was mine.
My name is Cara Wynter— and this is my
story.”
Cara Wynter is a literature student
living with her twin sister, Lily, in Fairhaven Washington. A daughter of
witches, touch brings Cara only pain; dark visions of pasts and futures she can
rarely change. Already fighting to exist in her strange reality, she is plagued
by reoccurring dreams of her own death. In a desperate attempt to unlock the
secrets in the violent images, she finds herself lost in a contest between
love—and the will of the ancient gods. With only forgotten memories and the
pages of a book to guide her, she struggles to understand her past. In order to
break a deadly curse, Cara must face her worst fears—to save the soul of a god
she has treasured for centuries, and a love she can’t live without
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Excerpt:
I took a
deep inhale, not caring that it burned my raw throat. The fresh air soothed my
battered face. I climbed into my car and started the engine. I drove for a
while, time and trees flashing past me. I thought about the knife going into
the little girl’s neck. My heart ached for her, for her family; then, I thought
of my dream, the painful reality of the blade. I remembered what it felt like
to die. A confusing torrent of emotions burned in my chest; pity for the dead
child, and who she might have become, hope that the owner of the Cinderella pin
still lived, and fear that she would die screaming—that we both would. Another
image filled my mind. Him, leaning over me, a look in his eyes that spoke of an
emotion deeper than love, his beautiful voice twisted in agony, begging me to
stay, pleading for me to fight the cold finality of death. For Lily, the
answers were out there, hiding somewhere between the stars, I couldn't agree.
Night was falling, with it, came only darkness.
About
the Author:
Author, dreamer and wild child extraordinaire: JP Roth is an American Novelist, and owner of Rothic comics, founded in 2012, through which she has produced and published five of her original series. JP Roth in California with her beautiful family, and their adorable Bichon Frise. Her days are spent writing fanciful stories, walking on the beach, and attending comic conventions across the globe. While JP Roth enjoys travelling to exotic locations, she admittedly prefers to stay home, wrapped in a soft fluffy blanket, drinking tea and penning her next novel.
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