Sometimes, love isn’t as magical as
people expect it to be…
Rona believes love is nothing more than a myth, a tale for little girls. As the
oldest daughter, she knows duty and family honor as well as the difference between salt
Until the immortal ruler of the seas appears from thin air and she is swept
into a dark and dangerous affair. What was formerly myth soon becomes part of the
everyday. And Rona believes when Seid tells her they will be together forever.
But forever is a long time and after she betrays him, what was supposed to
be an eternity in paradise becomes an eternity in hell. Now she is cursed, unable to feel
human emotions except through the couples she is led to save.
Two thousand years is an awfully long time to live alone. And the business
of love saving isn’t what it used to be. By the twenty-first century, love has become an
illusion as grandiose as magic and Rona’s ready to give up. Until the night she is seen
by a human. Deep in the underbelly of the city that never sleeps, she recognizes him
instantly. He may dress differently and have gained a few new scars, but she would
recognize the face of her former lover in any lifetime.
Trouble is, he seems to have no memory of her and he and his ex-girlfriend
are the ones whose true love she’s meant to save. But when he starts to fall for her,
she is forced to learn what it means to be human all over again.
Past and present come full circle in this tale of love, forgiveness and woe.
Release Date: February 13, 2013.
Genre:NA Paranormal Romance
walks amid the soft gray mist, the fog that rises up from the dew-softened earth. Her
lover’s arms wrap round her, draw her to his broad chest, and she clings to him in
return. And as always, I watch them from afar, from the lone north shore from behind
the docks, listening to the creak of the wooden ship at my back and gentle lapping of
waves caressing its hull. Overhead, seagulls cry as the sun begins to slip into its sea bed,
casting a glow over the waters until they look to be on fire.
His lips caress hers and they walk together along the sands, towards the
cottage stilted upon the rocks.
Relief floods me, completes me as I share in their
satisfaction. The luminous cord, invisible to their eyes but ever present to mine, has
repaired itself. At last he has given into his feelings for her and put aside his pride. This
time took me longer than expected, but this moment makes everything I have done
Or so I tell myself. I try to ignore the
stab of bitter jealousy in my heart. I feel this every time I succeed, whether I want to or
not, because their love burns me. As always I watch, cursed to never feel such emotion
again by the very man I loved.
I slip into the waters easily, my skin
ready to burst with its newfound freedom and the ecstasy of the cool sea as I watch
them from the drifting surface. The curse still lies heavily upon me and with it I am
incapable of ignoring their feelings for one another. Even from here I see the brilliance
of the invisible golden thread tying them together, glowing like the morning sun. When
they listened to their doubts and fears, the thread was weak, likely to snap any second.
But now it is twisted and tied so tightly I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
They are one now, as they were meant to be.
From my vantage point on the
waterfront I watch them hold one another upon the front porch of their cottage home.
Always watching and wondering, I want to ask the unseen power that governs us
whether their love is true. So long it has been since I last tasted the ecstasy of true love
that I can scarcely remember now. Is it only an apparition, as I have witnessed so often
through the ages? A midnight flight of passion, treasured words, looks, touch—all is
meaningless to me now.
But once you were like her, young,
hopeful. Until the dream was shattered, that is.
We will know soon enough. The
cord binding them may be tight, but the true test is coming. Trials never fail to come, by
mine or some divine hand. Already I can feel its forces stirring far in the ocean behind
me, pushing the waves in rougher breaks along the shore.
Oblivious, they smile and joke upon
their whitewashed porch, watching as the sun rises with pink and purple and golden
brilliance. At first they do not see the harsh clouds gathering overhead, nor the
high mountainous waves gathering in the far distance. But I do, as I know the
being responsible for those waves and this test.
I have often wondered if my curse
truly is nothing more than a mockery of my love for him. I give of myself to protect
these lovers, but in the end nature will be the one to trigger my curse. Will the magic
inside of me rise up to save them? Or will it sweep them away to a tragic, albeit
In the beginning I did not hesitate to
shake my fists at those clouds. The creator isn’t responsible for this. It is him, the being
who has been given certain powers and, in my experience, done nothing but abuse them.
I loved him deeply once for his darkness and strength, his power that can rival the most
violent of hurricanes. He told me we would live forever. He promised me the sea, his
world, all to do our bidding.
The glory of dawn fades around
us but the couple only has eyes for each other. So they don’t see the colors drain from
the skies and the waters and seep beneath my skin instead. Sunlight fills my bones and
my soul, until I am bursting with new light, so my eyes reflect the glory of the skies.
The waters are gentle around me, even as the winds begin to pull them in harsh circles,
drawing them tighter, higher.
I know the lovers notice the change
when I feel the sudden spike of their emotions prickling at the back of my neck. Fear
is in their hearts though he shelters her in his embrace. And she is comforted, though
in truth he is just as powerless as she. And the dark clouds descend, closing the
distance between the calm and storm at an alarming rate. Rain pours over us and the
waters churn and swell. I can feel the sea’s anger, its great fury, and its need.</
I turn back, towards the house by the
sea. They have made no attempt to flee to safety, even as the seas grow and the waves
turn out a great roar. I can’t help but wonder if it is all worth it. Perhaps they are better
off dead? Will they not be happier with their lives ending in the throes of true love,
rather than watching the love eventually fade and burn up to ashes? Life is so much
crueler than they understand.
Yet miraculously, their cord only
glimmers brighter with its own light. In this moment, I know that their love will last.
Their devotion will never fade.
Aching within my heart and
ignoring that old pang of sorrow that they have found what I must ever forgo, I can feel
the color amid the black and gray dawn pour into me, shine through the calm waters
about me and the rain. The power of the curse sings above the winds, whispering my
instructions, and I take the first stroke towards the cottage. I am pulled towards
them, hating that it is his song that compels me to obey when I detest it.
“Cursed,” he once cried in a fit of
rage. His temper has always been as restless and unpredictable as the sea itself. But his
words had power behind them and I felt the effects instantly. Too late to take it back.</
Pain such as I once could not dream
of in my human youth and ecstasy such as none could fathom fill my being as I swim
towards them. With unnatural strength I push through the wild waters parting easily
against my sides, urging me faster.
Tears glisten in her almond eyes.
I can see them clearly now as they trickle down her cheek and blend with the rain.
His hand shelters her head, in spite of the fear in his heart. He stands firm for her and
defiantly for them both.
The waves are growing in strength
and so I call upon the wind to push harder and faster. I lift up my arms and am gathered
up into the core of a high ocean wave, a high wall of pure water and a force of nature
within itself. Color and light surrounds and fills me as I keep my arms outstretched
towards them and welcome the pain. Light shines from every pore of my skin,
shimmering and changing, inconstant as dawn until dusk.
I watch as their eyes grow wide,
disbelieving, as the wave guides me to hover just above the whitewashed porch, mere
inches before their faces. I prepare myself for the pain I’m about to embrace and sigh
when the air between us shimmers as though lit with a thousand tiny stars. Time stands
still in our tiny protected sphere, while rushing madly outside of the captured air.</
My body trembles with the effort
to hold firm against the hurricane pounding against my back. Despite the sting I do not
stop. Instead I focus on their faces, the ones I’ve been led by a higher power to
save. Relief, terror and awe emanate from their eyes as the ocean roars around us and
shakes the tender foundations of the wooden cottage built upon the rocks. As always I
know they will live happily ever after as I never could.
I stand until I can stand no more,
until only the spray of harsh winds billows on. Only then am I convinced they will
be safe and allow the waters to carry me back down to the rocks. They cave into one
another as I limp back into the sea and allow myself to fade from their sight.</
Soon I am strong enough to walk
upon the shore once more and the colors I stole from the world around me shine yet
from my eyes, ingrained upon my skin. Eventually they will fade, when I am
pulled to my next mission, my next task.
As I walk away I can still
feel echoes of their love. One day they will answer, when others ask how they
survived, that they cannot remember what happened when the hurricane came to take
them. They’ll push the memory of me away until it is nothing more than a vague
dream. Perhaps it is best they remain ignorant of a hidden world they can never
I know I will never forget their
faces, the ones I managed to save and those I failed. And as always as I walk on alone I
can already feel others in the distance.
“Cursed,” he once said, striking his
words upon me to satisfy his own fears. I will be with him forever, he says, yet not in
the way I wanted.
Always I am doomed to walk the
earth and seas, to find love and protect it. The one joy I can never feel again, I am
cursed to preserve at all costs. Always to watch and never be seen, never touch. Always
I will remain unchanged until I am freed.
Jennifer Silverwood was raised deep in the heart of Texas and has been
spinning yarns a mile high since childhood. In her spare time she reads and writes
and tries to sustain her wanderlust, whether by touring the Carpathian Mountains
in Transylvania, the highlands of Ecuador or taking a road trip to the next town.
After attending three different universities without managing to square a degree, she
decided to do the next logical thing; become a writer. Always on the lookout for her
next adventure, in print or reality, she dreams of one day proving to the masses that
everything really is better in Texas. She is the author of the Heaven's Edge series and