We are here to celebrate her release, THE SECOND SIGN.
The
Second Sign
By
Elizabeth Arroyo
The floorboards creaked under the Intruder as he walked up
the aisle of the small church. Moving shadows crept along the walls, brought to
life by the flickering candles that rimmed the nave. Looming carved pieces,
depicting the last moments of the prophet vital to this particular religion’s
history, hung between stained glass windows. The deity's name didn't matter,
known as many different names in the world. What mattered was that people
believed.
Belief was power.
The Intruder sauntered toward the altar, a hint of incense
in the air. A stone baptismal fountain laid on the floor to his left, large
enough to bathe a child or drown one depending on your intent. His eyes settled
on the iconic figure crucified and displayed for all to see. He found a moment’s
peace gazing up at the idolized portrayal of death. Crucifixion was a martyr's
death, instilling fear in those that witnessed it. Fear begets conformity in
all creatures. The Intruder looked down at his own palms, tracing his own scars
with his thumb.
There were many ways to kill a man. But only one way to kill a
soul.
Genuflecting, he crossed himself as was the customary
fashion, and then slid into a pew and leaned forward, his head bowed in reverence.
He no longer prayed, had forgotten how over the many centuries. Memories were
blurred in his mind, unable to remember his true name. The reference of time
held no meaning for him. Nothing mattered but peace of mind.
He lifted his head and gazed upon a statue of one of the
Fallen. The Fallen's arm was raised high over his head as if to shield himself
from an expected blow. A serpent coiled around his leg up his waist, its tail
curled around his wrist holding him down to the base, his mouth open in a
silent eternal scream.
The Intruder knew one day he would meet the same fate. But
not yet. He had work to finish still. Peace was all he wanted.
He inhaled deeply. A
door creaked and footsteps approached. The echoes pounded in his ears.
“May I help you?” a man's voice asked.
Say Hi to my wonderful guest author, Elizabeth by supporting her and picking up a copy of her book and saying hello to her at her hangouts on the web!
Blog: http://chandarawrites.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/elizabetharroyo.author
Twitter: https://twitter.com/EArroyo5
Watch the trailer at http://youtu.be/omcmt6q8PIw
The Blog Tour
Feb. 7 Christine Rains - Launch info
Feb. 15 Tara Tyler Talks - http://taratylertalks.blogspot.com
Feb. 15 Leave it to Livia- http://leaveittolivia.blogspot.com/Feb. 20 Theresa Milstein - http://theresamilstein.blogspot.com/
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Feb. 22 Charity Bradford - ARC review
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6 comments:
Elizabeth is wonderful. I had the pleasure of reading this book and loved it. Excited for the next one.
And ooh, I love your new header, LM. Nice!
Thanks for hosting me!
Thanks Sheri! =)
I am loving this cover WOW!!!
WOOT! ;)
It is a great cover. Thanks for sharing on the blog. I love to learn about new books and authors.
Thanks so much for the chance to win this giveaway :) I think the Cover is Amazing! Good Luck to all :)
This sounds wonderful!
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