Golden Dawn & MMF Part P #atozchallenge

Happy Friday everyone! I’m skipping Featured Photo Friday in order to bring you something special. Today, Golden Dawn by the fantastic Aldrea Alien is available for purchase!

It is a Paranormal (see, it’s P related), and you’ve seen some flash fiction for it on Michael Di Gesu’s blog. Now, you can read the actual story.

Blurb:
Family and blood.

After 1100 years, these simple words mean everything to Herald. His life has been ruled by keeping his siblings safe, keeping them from becoming prey whilst feeding on the weaker. His failures have been many and measured by those he has lost. People like his twin brother.

There has always been an enemy to push back or defeat.

Just who the enemy is comes into question when Herald meets the dangerous, angelic creature he is to guard. Wondering where his true loyalties lie is a dangerous thought. No matter whether he chooses family over the heart, it will mean death.

Only the right choice will ensure the life taken is not his.

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Born and raised in New Zealand, Aldrea Alien lives on a small farm with her family, including a menagerie of animals. Since discovering a love of writing at the age of twelve, she hasn’t found an ounce of peace from the characters plaguing her mind.

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And now…

For the A to Z challenge, I present Murder Most Fowl, an unedited serial story from the unpublished Cera Chronicles. Please excuse the grammar mistakes. This hasn’t been critiqued yet. If you’re just diving into this story, you may want to start with .

Perry opened fire. The sky shuddered with a resounding boom. A cannonball crashed to land, crushing a cowboy and cratering the main road. The ground shook and Molly grabbed a hold of me. Dirt clogged the air.

Michael ran back to me, handkerchief clutched in his hand. “Quick, pour the aluminum dust in here.”

I dislodged Molly and dumped the small pile of ground metal on top of the gathered rust already inside.

A man wearing a red and white striped top dove at us with a knife. I caught his face with my palm and flung him aside. Pfft! Amateurs. I elbowed a second attacker and kicked a third. Persistent little buggers, I’d give them that.

Fues hooted and whipped his staff up over his head…just below the waistline of the charging pirate. The man stopped cold, his face contorting. He grabbed himself between the legs and tipped over, whimpering.

Michael raced to the photographer and ripped the flash-lamp from the man’s hand. He tapped the powder into his handkerchief and tied the bundle into a tight, compact ball.

Bartholomew fired his shotgun, reloaded, and fired again. “Nobody puts a hole in my establishment and gets away with it!” He slammed the butt of his gun into one pirate’s jaw. “I expect full payment for the damages!”

Molly screamed and struggled against a goggle-wearing female who had her by the neck.

I grimaced. Really? “I would expect someone named Massacre Molly to know how to fight!”

“I didn’t choose that nickname!” She clawed at her captor’s arm.

Michael shoved a straw stick into his metallic bundle. “I need a light!”

I flicked a finger and the dry grass caught fire. He tossed it to Fues. “Shoot this at the zeppelin!”

The pygmy chittered something, speared a loose corner of the cloth with an arrow, and fired it at the balloon. The arrow struck the vessel, and the straw burned down to the metal contents of the handkerchief. Blue-white light ignited, too bright to watch.

The zeppelin shuddered. A plume of fire bloomed from the point of impact. A moment later, a second plume shot out the bottom of the giant balloon. Flames spread. The air heated. A smaller vessel detached from the main body and sped away in rapid escape. There went Perry. The remaining pirates jumped ship as it crashed into the saloon. The zeppelin exploded, taking the rest of the saloon with it.

Bartholomew looked from it to us. “You’re gonna have to pay for that.”

Read Q here.

Thanks for reading! If you want to start at the beginning, . Don’t forget to visit other bloggers participating in the A to Z Challenge.

Are you as excited for Aldrea’s book as I am?