Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Sins of the Fallen by Karina Espinosa: Spotlight and Excerpt

 





Young Adult Fantasy
Date Published: 1/28/2014

When seventeen-year-old Maximillion Taylor and his best friend, Jones go to a house party, he doesn't expect to get kidnapped—much less by a succubus—and she's not the only one on the hunt. Thrown into a world of angels and demons, where nothing and no one is what they seem, Max ventures to find his true identity and learn to fight the demons who pursue him. When his origin is revealed, it's a race against the clock for a battle that will determine whether he can protect the ones he loves or succumb to his true nature. Through lies, betrayal, love and pain, Max must prepare to face the demons before it is too late…
 

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EXCERPT

What came next I didn't see coming. Something was shining in Angela's hand as she thrust it into the twin's stomach.
A knife.
“They’re coming for him. They know. He’s not a secret anymore,” she gurgled out, and before I could react, she let out a loud shriek, sounding like a screeching bird but amplified. I covered my ears as they started to pop. When I looked up, there wasn't blood oozing out of her, but a thick black liquid—and not just from the knife wound— it seeped out of her eyes, nose, mouth, even finger nails. The smell was even worse. The stench of decay filled the room and I tasted the bile rising up my throat. The shrieking stopped and Angela dropped whatever was left of her into the puddle of black liquid.
"What the—?" was all I could say before she crossed the room and pulled me up to my feet.
"Let's go," she said, but I couldn't even move. My body felt heavy and I knew I was going to pass out. This feeling was getting too familiar, but I couldn't dwell on it now. I was out.
 
 
 
Karina Espinosa
 
 
Born in New York city, my family picked up and moved to South Florida when I was twelve. After high school I spent the next few years traveling and experiencing what life had to offer me. At twenty four years old, I'm back in South Florida in my third year of University-majoring in Communication studies. When not in the writing cave, I usually have my nose in a book or on Netflix, cut off from the world with a huge bowl of ice cream.

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