The Avalon Relics: Lilith Links
Author
J. L. Clark
Author Bio
J.L. Clark began her writing career in the fifth grade, when her teacher took the detective story she wrote for class and turned it into a small book as a gift to her. The encouragement of her teacher, as well as her love for telling stories, kept her writing about the worlds that existed in her imagination.
J.L. now lives with her husband and three dogs in Houston, Texas, and stays busy during the day working as a physician. In the evenings, her storytelling alter ego takes over, and she writes furiously in hopes of sharing the magic of reading a great book with others.
Description
Sophia Bennett is looking forward to celebrating her eighteenth birthday with her best friend Angie. After graduating high school and enjoying the last days of her summer vacation, getting ready for college and catching the eye of her high school crush Jake are the most important things on her mind…at least, until the night of her birthday party.
Suddenly, Sophia is thrust into a world that she never knew existed, and finds herself in the middle of an ancient struggle between good and evil. Time is against her as she and her new friends struggle to take possession of a powerful magic before it falls into the wrong hands.
Can Sophia solve the mystery of the Lilith links in time to save her loved ones, or will the enemy triumph and destroy all that she holds dear?
Book excerpt
A low hum permeates the dark room, a bluish hue emitting from the only source of light that can be found. A large oval object sits in the center of the space, its surface glimmering and reflecting ribbons of light across all the walls. The hum begins to get louder as a door is opened, and a figure enters, almost floating across the floor. The entrance closes silently behind the tall and slender blonde woman as she places a hand gently on the object, just as ripples begin stretching across the liquid surface. She stares quietly into it as she runs her hand across the top in a slow back and forth motion, uttering an incantation.
“Respice, adspice, prospice. Look to the past, the present, the future. Show me what it is I seek.”
Soon, images begin to appear, and the woman stares intently, as if memorizing each and every detail of the events that unfold in front of her eyes. When the pictures begin to fade, a small smile unfolds across her face.
“Our wait has not been in vain. The prophecy will soon be fulfilled.”
Quickly, she turns and leaves the room, her long white gown fluttering behind her. The room becomes dark once again, and the hum dissipates into silence.
