 Does the weather make a difference on your birthday? Not if you are a wonderful new read about a Sumarian Water God who falls for a Sky God! Each author loves when their book is finally released after months or years of hard work. They wait with bated breath for the first reviews to trickle in...Do they love my book? No worries with this story! We KNOW you will love it! After all, with the angst of school, what else could make readers happier then some amazing tales!!  A Sumerian water and sky god myth collides with a modern high school. Ayanna is a math nerd, logical and rational, even cold, but Calder makes her feel things she never had before. Somehow, she’s able to accept it when she discovers he’s a reincarnated Sumerian water god. Will she be able to accept the full truth, that the story of Enki and Inanna has been reborn in a modern Ohio high school? EXCERPT (just for you Inkspell fans): “We lost more than Zavier,” he said. “My mom died that day too.” I kept stroking down his face and neck. “It’s all kind of fuzzy—until we docked. She obviously knew something had happened on the lake but didn’t know what. She only feared her family had been affected. I saw the exact second when she understood. My dad helped me from the boat. She was running down the dock. She used to call us her three boys. She froze at the sight of only two.” “‘Sarah,’ my dad said. He sounded like he was begging forgiveness.” “Her face—my God, her face. I didn’t cry until she did. My dad and I held her up, and she screamed Zavier’s name across the lake.” “My dad took care of her, but he was even more of a mess. I’d never seen him cry before, nor have I since. He begged her forgiveness constantly, compulsively. I honestly don’t think he could stop the words. The world tumbled sideways at the sound of his shaking voice. I huddled in the corner the whole night, watching them, watching what I’d failed to prevent.” “That’s what brought it out. I felt something change that night. It wasn’t just Zavier’s loss. I wanted to stop it from happening again. At first, I thought it was just determination to make up for my failure. I wanted to learn more than just how to swim. I wanted to learn how to save people. Danny was shocked to hell when I showed up for his class. He actually tried to talk me out of it. But I was good at it. He hired me the next summer.” He stopped talking and only stared into space. I led him away from the kitchen, away from any kind of work. I made him lie down on the bed, amazed he obeyed so easily. I thought about trying to talk him out of working in the morning but figured he needed it, loved it, even more than swim practice. It was early yet, maybe nine, but I lay next to him to try to soothe him to sleep. He drifted off as my fingertips trailed along his skin. All of the lines of his face smoothed. I was thankful to be able to stay with him, to be able to take care of him. The unfamiliar bed, the unfamiliar scent of the sheets didn’t matter. He was familiar. I’d always known him. I watched over him, and sometime during the night, I lay my head down on his chest. My eyes eventually closed while I listened to his breaths. Even in sleep, he kept his arms around me. Then his frame tightened. “Zavier.” I lifted my head. “Calder.” His neck arched back, and he grunted as if in pain. I moved closer and lay my hand on his cheek. He was panting. His eyes opened. “She was taking him,” he said. “His face—I could only watch as it faded.” “You’re here now.” His breath came out hard. He rested his head back and swallowed. I rolled to my back and pulled him to me. He laid his head against my chest and wrapped an arm around my waist. BUY LINKS |
