Molly's Diary Reveal Day 7/15 KAMM - A Fields of Elysium Blog Hop

Written and illustrated by A.B. Whelan

The Diary of Molly Elizabeth Bennett

Based on the story of Fields of Elysium 

Day 7: Kamm

Kamm is the oldest brother of the Motley sisters, a Sentinel Master, a retired Ecmentur champion and a sulky man with much pain and sadness in his past. He wants to get rid of all Earth people (Terrakas) on Arkana and not letting more in, so Molly and Kamm don't exactly get along.

(Originally posted on Curling Up With a Good Book's blog)

EXCERPT

Fields of Elysium

A YA romantic fantasy 

A dark figure stepped out of the shadows, its figure clearing as he neared us. It was a man, dressed in a glossy-hooded black cloak, held together on the chest by a metal bird buckle. Red material peeked out from under the tight coat at his neck and over his thighs. His outfit looked like a uniform.   

“Hello, Kamm,” Tulliat greeted him, recoiling.

“You didn’t answer my question,” the deep voice growled.

“Victor brought her here. She almost died from Panicova poisoning.”

I wanted to step forward and shake hands with this Kamm, but my legs refused to obey.

At last, the figure reached the circle of light created by Mynps in the lantern and tucked his hood back. He was in his late twenties and had dazzling blue eyes and thick straight eyebrows. His heart-shaped lips were surrounded with stubble a few days old. Dark grey seemed to dominate his short hair, but that might have been from the dim light and the three moons’ silver glow.

He glowered at me in a piercing and hostile way.

I felt as small as a mouse.

Throughout my entire life I had never experienced such repugnant behavior toward me by so many. I was never outstandingly popular, but neither was I hated so virulently.

“Stop telling her our secrets. Our job is tough enough without you helping them so foolishly,” Kamm growled at Tulliat, all the while keeping his dark eyes on me.

“She’s with me, Kamm,” Victor said, floating in the air on his Ducati next me.

He extended his arm for me.

“Then maybe you should be a more cautious shepherd and not let your sheep wander off,” Kamm said spicily.

He threw another antagonistic glance at me, spun around and was gone, the same soundless way as he appeared.

I climbed onto the railing and jumped over onto the Ducati.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know how I could have fallen asleep like that,” Victor said.

“No harm done. Your friend Tulliat kept me good company,” I said, waving at the boy whose admiration for Victor was plastered all over his face.

“I’ll see you soon, brother,” Victor called.

Tulliat lit up with a broad smile. “I’ll be waiting for your return.”

Victor nodded, turned the protective field on, and we headed off into the darkness of the woodland.

Written and illustrated by A.B. Whelan

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From the Author 

I'm a Hungarian born American writer, who was lucky enough to travel Europe, Africa, and The Middle East and live in Ecuador, Crete and Italy. I graduated as a computer engineer, thus if anybody tells you math and literature can't walk hand in hand, don't believe them. *smile*

I'm the author of the Fields of Elysium saga, which I like to call a young adult romantic fantasy. The first book of the series was inspired by amazing movies like Dirty Dancing, Avatar, and Twilight and earned praise from prestigious review companies and readers. I'm currently working on book three and four, and planning to write one more novella to finish the series, dedicated to another very interesting character in my story, The Prophet, the mysterious leader of the Arkanians.


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Molly's Diary Reveal DAy 6/15 TULLIAT- A Fields of Elysium Blog Hop

Written and illustrated by A.B. Whelan

The Diary of Molly Elizabeth Bennett

Based on the story of Fields of Elysium 

Day 6: Tulliat

Tulliat is a young Arkanian boy, whose biggest dream is to follow Victor's footsteps and become an Ecmentur contestant and a Sentinel Apprentice. The problem is that pure blood Arkanians aren't exactly the perfect fit for the Sentinel Academy.

(Originally posted on From The Bootheel Cotton Patch's blog)

EXCERPT

Fields of Elysium

A YA romantic fantasy 

Holding my breath, I slipped off the bed. I tiptoed to the chair by the fire where I found my clothes hanging washed and dried. I changed swiftly, hoping Victor wouldn’t wake up and Ulka De Tino wouldn’t enter until I was done.

I stepped out of the hut onto a rope suspension bridge stretched out between two trees. It was dark and the air was chilly. I shuddered and wrapped my arms around me.

An owl hooted in the distance and I looked up to see thousands of fireflies transforming the forest into a scene as if a starry sky was about to fall upon us.

I lifted my hand but the lightning bugs didn’t let me touch them, only hovered around me everywhere, mesmerizing me.

I stepped forward, the bridge wobbly under my feet.

“They’re Mynps,” a young boy said, peeking out from behind a tree and stepping onto the same bridge. He couldn’t have been older than fourteen. His face was kind, with roundish features. His eyes were bright and honest. His dark, wavy hair swept over his shoulders, tufts tucked behind his ears.

“They’re beautiful. And so many of them!”

“We paint the tree bark with arum oil. The smell attracts them,” he explained, smiling as he captured one in  his  hands. “Do you want to see it?” he asked, walking closer to me.

I nodded.

In front of me he opened his palm and the Mynp flew out leisurely, as if it knew that Arkanians meant no harm, and joined the floating mass of thousands.

“I’m Molly by the way,” I said, once my focus returned to the boy.

“Tulliat,” he said and bowed to me with a beaming face.

  “Do you know Victor Sorren?” I asked, leaning against the rope railing of the bridge.

He laughed out loud. “Of course. He’s like a brother to me.”

“Well, I guess this is a pretty small village, isn’t it?” I observed, blank-faced. 

 “I just wanted to see you when you’re conscious. I’d better go now,” he said and turned away.

Two things immediately sneaked through my head from his statement. The first was the embarrassment that he saw me passed out and helpless. I swiftly dismissed that thought as other possibilities coursed through my head about who else might have seen me and how much they had seen. The other thing was the recognition of my opportunity here to find out more about Victor’s past. I couldn’t let him go.

“Tulliat!” I called out, keeping my voice controlled and low to avoid waking Victor.

He turned and waited.

“Do you think you could show me around the village?” I asked in the sweetest voice I could manage, framed by my pleading eyes and a charming smile.

“It’s too late and dark. Victor wouldn’t like it.”

“He’s sleeping. He’ll never know,” I said, knitting my brows for an even more emotional look.

“Well, perhaps taking you to the tower would be okay,” Tulliat compromised at least.

“I’m sure it would,” I whispered, shuddering, and pulled my arms closer. I had accidentally left my fur coat in Weston’s Araneavi so I had only pants and a long-sleeved shirt to withstand the cold. My teeth chattering, I watched Tulliat capture Mynps and put them into a lantern. After he closed the small metal flap, he noticed my discomfort at once, peeled off his white coat and placed it over my back. It was made of very fine wool and smelled like pine and smoke.

“Thanks,” I said and wrapped myself in it. “But won’t you be cold now?”

“Nah,” he said, waving his hand. “I have two more layers of clothes on.”

I pulled his jacket tighter around me, looked back one more time toward the hut where Victor was sleeping, and followed Tulliat’s lead to the tower. We passed three more bridges and walked around a ledge built to surround a giant tree trunk, then climbed a rope ladder. The branches of the crown had been removed, leaving a clear path to the platform. As I hauled myself higher I looked up and noticed a rectangular slot. An open trapdoor.

Once Tulliat reached the top, he dropped onto his stomach and stretched his hand out for me through the opening. I wrapped my fingers around his forearm and he helped me onto the timber platform that was built on top of the tree, secured against its trunk, about two-cars wide and three-cars long. Behind us swayed the part of the crown that remained untouched. It was dark and ominous, giving me the creeps. Tulliat stepped over to the edge. I hurried to join him.

Written and illustrated by A.B. Whelan

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Kindle Edition on Amazon

Fields of Elysium (a romantic fantasy, book 1)

Paperback on Amazon
438 pages (book 2)

Valley of Darkness (Fields of Elysium, #2) (Volume 2)

Kindle Edition on Amazon:

Valley of Darkness Part 1 (Fields of Elysium, #2)

Valley of Darkness Part 2 (Fields of Elysium, #2)

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146 pages (Novella)
Safe and Sound (Fields of Elysium)

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Safe and Sound (A Fields of Elysium Novella)

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From the Author 

I'm a Hungarian born American writer, who was lucky enough to travel Europe, Africa, and The Middle East and live in Ecuador, Crete and Italy. I graduated as a computer engineer, thus if anybody tells you math and literature can't walk hand in hand, don't believe them. *smile*

I'm the author of the Fields of Elysium saga, which I like to call a young adult romantic fantasy. The first book of the series was inspired by amazing movies like Dirty Dancing, Avatar, and Twilight and earned praise from prestigious review companies and readers. I'm currently working on book three and four, and planning to write one more novella to finish the series, dedicated to another very interesting character in my story, The Prophet, the mysterious leader of the Arkanians.


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Molly's Diary Reveal Day 5/15 KONDERRA - A Fields of Elysium Blog Hop

Written and illustrated by A.B. Whelan

The Diary of Molly Elizabeth Bennett

Based on the story of Fields of Elysium 

Day 5: Konderra
(Originally posted on Cuzinlogic's blog)

EXCERPT

Fields of Elysium

A YA romantic fantasy 

The hairy creature started to climb a tree with me wedged tightly under its arm. Gripped with fear and panic, I looked back toward the waterfall and spotted Weston and Roger storming out from the maze of trees. They never stopped moving, just bolted through the jungle after us. When Ben and Edwin joined the boys with knives in hands, I felt a sliver of hope for survival, but for only a second because soon they all disappeared from my view.

I twisted my body to get a look at the creature’s face, but I wasn’t able to bend enough; I was too confined. With my face hanging downwards, I could only watch as our increasing elevation dwarfed the terrain under me. I thought of biting the monster’s arm, but the thick layer of dark, rusty fur seemed impenetrable. There was still hope for me to reach one of my knives and stab deep into its side, but my arms weren’t long enough. Besides, from the height we were at by then, the fall would prove fatal.

I gave up the struggle for now while my brain conjured up frightening images . The idea that I was being taken to the creature’s lair to become lunch for its offspring started forming in my mind.

As I was preparing myself mentally for the encounter, for the first opportunity to pull my knife, the creature jumped from one tree to another. At the first landing my forehead hit something and the oozing blood blinded my left eye. The second jump left me with a badly bruised elbow. After the third one I felt like a well-beaten rug dangling languidly from a clothesline.

My tear-filled eye bored into the dense undergrowth, which seemed so far down and scary. I came to the realization that the boys had no chance to keep up with our speed. As all hope that they were going to rescue me slowly evaporated, one wish emerged. Please, God, let it be done quickly. Don’t let this monster devour me slowly, piece by piece.

But dark desires attract dark thoughts. So in the moment between life and death, I became possessed with negativity instead of fighting strength. Images of documentaries started to haunt me: scenes where lions took down a baby elephant and started to rip big chunks of meat out of its legs while it was still alive. Then a new picture surfaced - two orca whales tossing a seal back and forth between them, using their prey as a sporting device, sending me into panic. To stop the flow of these brutal images, I closed my eyes and started to weep quietly.

The abrupt termination of movement caused my eyes to open. I was lying face down on a flat cliff, a crimson smudge from my face on the rock in front of me. I wiped the mixture of blood and tears from my eyes with my shirt and rolled over. Less than an arm’s length away, a giant, furry animal stared at me with bulging amber eyes. Its pupils were split, as if a black almond had been pressed into its eyeballs. Short red fur covered its face and chest, but black tufts of hair stuck out of its overhanging brows, while the rest of its heavily-built and ferocious-looking body was brown and very hairy. Two small, arched ears peeked out from the side of its head and its nose was diamond shaped. But its scariest features were the projecting jaws and saber teeth. The sight of it made me shake like a dry leaf on a branch from a gust of autumn wind. Still I managed to sit up, keeping my head bowed to avoid looking into the animal’s eyes, and holding my injured elbow close to my chest.

 A deafening howl erupted from the animal’s throat. It must have been a calling sound, because similar animals in diverse sizes and colors descended from the mountain. The biggest one of all, with black fur and red chest, came the closest. I looked up into its dreadful, orange-framed eyes, using the last of whatever bravery I had.

If I must die, I’ll die with dignity, I thought, and a single teardrop trailed down my face. The giant raised its right paw at me, baring its four fingers and long sharp claws. The last thing I could remember was the salty taste on my tongue as I licked my quivering lips.

“I’m sorry, Mom and Dad,” I whispered, straightening my posture and accepting my fate.

Written and illustrated by A.B. Whelan

Thank you for reading,

                              

Find the series on Barnes&Noble and Smashwords

Paperback on Amazon
424 pages (book 1)
Fields of Elysium


Kindle Edition on Amazon
Fields of Elysium (a romantic fantasy, book 1)

Paperback on Amazon
438 pages (book 2)

Valley of Darkness (Fields of Elysium, #2) (Volume 2)

Kindle Edition on Amazon:

Valley of Darkness Part 1 (Fields of Elysium, #2)

Valley of Darkness Part 2 (Fields of Elysium, #2)

Paperback on Amazon
146 pages (Novella)
Safe and Sound (Fields of Elysium)

Kindle Edition on Amazon:
Safe and Sound (A Fields of Elysium Novella)

AMAZON EXCLUSIVE!!

Fields of Elysium Book Trailer

From the Author 

I'm a Hungarian born American writer, who was lucky enough to travel Europe, Africa, and The Middle East and live in Ecuador, Crete and Italy. I graduated as a computer engineer, thus if anybody tells you math and literature can't walk hand in hand, don't believe them. *smile*

I'm the author of the Fields of Elysium saga, which I like to call a young adult romantic fantasy. The first book of the series was inspired by amazing movies like Dirty Dancing, Avatar, and Twilight and earned praise from prestigious review companies and readers. I'm currently working on book three and four, and planning to write one more novella to finish the series, dedicated to another very interesting character in my story, The Prophet, the mysterious leader of the Arkanians.


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Molly's Diary Reveal Day 4/15 CAMILLA - A Fields of Elysium Blog Hop

Written and illustrated by A.B. Whelan

The Diary of Molly Elizabeth Bennett

Based on the story of Fields of Elysium 

Day 4: Camilla
(Originally posted on Author Camelia Mironskiba's blog)

Camilla Baker attends Beverly Hills High. She's an exotic, popular and over-confident pack leader in Molly's class. She has her eyes set on the future and she doesn't back down from anything to achieve her goals. She has more secrets than a teen girl's diary and she can be very mean sometimes, but without her, Molly would be just an outsider.

EXCERPT

Fields of Elysium

A YA romantic fantasy 

By the time school ended, I wasn’t ready for detention, but there was nothing I could do about it. After entering Mrs. Evans’ classroom, I took my place on a chair, the closest one to the door. Camilla arrived shortly after me and slammed her books down on the first desk in the middle row.

“This is lame!” she murmured, making a point of letting the legs of her chair scrape loudly on the flooring.

“Well, you know Mrs. Evans. She can’t stand when we talk.”

“You know what? I’m tired of not being able to talk when I want but being forced to talk when I don’t feel like it. This is bullshit.”

“A couple more years and you are out and can do whatever you want.”

“Oh, please. I never get to do whatever I want.”

“What’re you talking about? I’m sure you’re pretty much in control of your own life.”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

“I’m just saying what I see. You’re confident and have style.”

 “Style, huh?” she scoffed, but not in a mean way. “Do you have any idea how many hours I spend in a day to look like this?” She motioned to her body.

“I don’t know. A lot, I guess.”

She scoffed again, shaking her head from side to side. “You have no idea how much I envy you.”

“Me? What do I have that you could possible envy?”

“For starters, you’re the new kid here. You don’t have any pressure on you to wear designer clothes or maintain your position in the school’s social circle. I do, because that’s how people got used to seeing me here. Can you imagine how much I wish I could dress down sometimes? Just throw on sweatpants and an oversized shirt and don’t use any makeup.”

“I thought you loved all this being the center of attention, and the lavish outfits.”

“No my mother is the one who loves being the center of attention. I just don’t have a choice.  She’s very controlling. You know what she said after we took a family picture?”

I shrugged, deliberating whether this was a rhetorical question or not.

“She didn’t say how good it felt for her to see us together or how proud she was of me. Oh, no. She told me that I needed to do a teeth whitening again because my teeth were getting yellow. Can you believe that? I don’t even remember the last time she gave me a hug. She pulls a little theater in front of other people and leans in for a fake hug, but she never embraced me, not even when I was a child. She was afraid that her tits would pop. …

“You’re the lucky one. Your parents are much nicer and they look like parents. My mother looks younger than I do from all of her plastic surgeries. Botox and what not. I can put on the best dress I have but she always has to one-up-me, so she can pocket the congratulations on how fantastic she looks for her age.

“We can’t even go to the beach because she hates the ocean, the sun, the sand, everything. How can anybody hate the beach? I don’t get that…. She has very white skin and she doesn’t want to go, that’s okay, but I’m not allowed to go either because she thinks the sun will make my skin age faster. I don’t even know who that person is. …

“She wasn’t always like this. She met my dad in college and their love produced me. Now I’m neither white nor black.” She sighed, looking out of the window.

“And that’s not all of it. After college she had a job as a babysitter, working for rich families, when I was only two. She met my stepdad by working for this family. Of course he’s white. Can you believe when we go somewhere? Everybody thinks that I was adopted. Sometimes I think even my mother’s ashamed of me.”

“How could she be ashamed of you? You’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever met. I’m sure you’ve got this wrong.”

“No, I don’t think I have. And that’s not even the end of the story. Last summer I fell for someone. I’m sure you already know who that person is. His mom’s white and his dad’s black, too. His parents didn’t divorce though; only his famous lawyer dad sleeps with every woman he can. Of course everyone knows about it. … He was so nice to me all summer. He did ask me to keep our relationship a secret, but that was okay with me. But when school started again he told me that he needed some space and now we’re just friends. And I have to watch him flirting with other girls and telling his friends that he slept with more girls than he can count through summer. He even flirts with you.”

“Are you talking about Chris?”

“Yep, that’s him. The legendary Chris Duncan. He’s trying to keep up with his dad even though I’m a hundred percent sure he’s ashamed of how his dad cheats on his mom. I remember once a kid made some smartass remarks about his dad and his mistresses and Chris beat the kid up so badly that his dad had to step in and probably spend a lot of money, just to keep him in school.”

“So how long have you known each other?”

She chuckled. “Since last year. I was the new student then.”

“Why don’t you tell him how you feel?”

“Are you out of your mind? You can’t show your real feelings around here, neither talk about them. People would destroy you, mock you to death.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, like a hundred percent sure.”

“Well, I’m very bad at playing games. I don’t think I can pretend that I like someone if I don’t, or act unconcerned when I’m not.”

“If you want to survive here, you better learn then. By the way this conversation never happened. I don’t even know what got into me talking to you about this stuff. I guess you just have this innocent face. Trustable.” She rolled her eye at me.

“Don’t worry. I would never tell anybody anything.”

“Thanks. … And now it’s your turn.”

“My turn?”

“Now you gotta tell me something about yourself that you’re ashamed to admit.”

Written and illustrated by A.B. Whelan

Thank you for reading,

                              

Find the series on Barnes&Noble and Smashwords

Paperback on Amazon
424 pages (book 1)
Fields of Elysium


Kindle Edition on Amazon
Fields of Elysium (a romantic fantasy, book 1)

Paperback on Amazon
438 pages (book 2)

Valley of Darkness (Fields of Elysium, #2) (Volume 2)

Kindle Edition on Amazon:

Valley of Darkness Part 1 (Fields of Elysium, #2)

Valley of Darkness Part 2 (Fields of Elysium, #2)

Paperback on Amazon
146 pages (Novella)
Safe and Sound (Fields of Elysium)

Kindle Edition on Amazon:
Safe and Sound (A Fields of Elysium Novella)

AMAZON EXCLUSIVE!!

Fields of Elysium Book Trailer

From the Author 

I'm a Hungarian born American writer, who was lucky enough to travel Europe, Africa, and The Middle East and live in Ecuador, Crete and Italy. I graduated as a computer engineer, thus if anybody tells you math and literature can't walk hand in hand, don't believe them. *smile*

I'm the author of the Fields of Elysium saga, which I like to call a young adult romantic fantasy. The first book of the series was inspired by amazing movies like Dirty Dancing, Avatar, and Twilight and earned praise from prestigious review companies and readers. I'm currently working on book three and four, and planning to write one more novella to finish the series, dedicated to another very interesting character in my story, The Prophet, the mysterious leader of the Arkanians.


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