Title: So Shall I Reap
Series: The Unseen Series
Author: Kathy-Lynn Cross
Published: June 30th, 2015
Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing
Genre: YA Paranormal
Content Warning: Violence and adult language
Synopsis: There is no protection from the Unseen.
Las Vegas, Nevada can’t contain Alexcia Crystalline Stasis, who is living the ideal teenager’s dream as the school’s elite socialite. That is, until a fatal car accident changes everything. Now Alexcia’s emotions are on the verge of combusting. As if mourning the loss of her boyfriend isn’t enough, she is also dealing with extreme night terrors that leave her wondering if she just might need to be fitted for a straightjacket.
Tevin isn’t your normal daemon. He’s the leader of his clan, and he also happens to be a very active Grim Reaper. He never wanted to be charged with babysitting the one girl who can sway Creation’s Balance. Tevin has known and kept Alexcia safe most of her life. Now that he has to become even more personally involved in her protection, Tevin finds himself having a hard time separating his sworn duty and pure curiosity. What does make Alexcia tick?
Will Tevin be able to keep Alexcia safe from the Unseen? And will Alexcia’s emotions eventually help Tevin attempt to understand what being human is all about? Or will the entities and assassins’ of the Unseen get what they want … her dead.
Excerpt from So Shall I Reap by Kathy-Lynn Cross:
Flames and darkness served as a reminder of the future we faced. Resting both forearms around my middle and feeling defeated, I shuddered. Filling in my view with his unreadable stare, he then glanced away briefly and whispered, “I wonder if a soulless creature is worthy to be bound by a heart, tied to a soul? Yet, as you stand there looking at me, I continue seeing the eyes of the child I once knew. Do you still want to offer me your soul?”
Without hesitation, sorrow for him exploded inside my chest. Thin lines of ink trailed down his cheeks, and I reached up to caress this face while pulling him closer for a chance to kiss his lips. Even for a moment, to give him a taste of my soul.
How did I know him?
I hadn’t grasped the words he spoke, let alone the feelings I had for him. Without conscious control over my voice, it answered him for me, “I can only choose what is right and pure. This is my only function. My heart is all the power I can give you right now.” I was unsure what I meant, but he smiled at me. The creatures formed a tighter circle around us and their wings appeared to be dripping hot silver acid that melted into what looked like cloaks made of the same black mist rising from the ground. Without notice, I found myself wrapped within two massive wings.
His wings sizzled as he pulled me into his icy embrace, leaning in to whisper against the inner part of my ear, “They say love knows no bounds. Death only has one boundary, and you cross over it when your heart stops. But written on the Unseen scrolls, it states this one emotion will last even after the breath ceases.”
With his trail of words still lingering against the inside curvature of my ear, my composure disappeared. The blankets were wrapped tight around me like a cocoon. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn it had snowed in the room overnight. Shadows were thick and barricaded the bedroom and closet doors. No escape from the nightly terrors. Rubbing the grit from each lash, I unwrapped from the cocoon of covers, followed by flopping one leg at a time to the floor. My mind was clouded in the thick fog making it difficult to push off the bed. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever been so weak and chilled from sweating. An overwhelming need washed over me to open the drapes and cleanse the bedroom from the unknown with the glow from the streetlights. His presence remained in the room with me. Turning slowly from the window, it felt as if I were wearing lead shoes. Pushing their weight toward the mirror, I was horrified at the face gaping back at me. I leaned closer to try and comprehend what the glass was telling me. Two small, dried streams of red gleamed on my cheeks. I was frozen in a nonexistent moment of time. My breath caught as I gasped… and woke up.
About the Author:
Born in Pomona, California, Kathy-Lynn Cross lived there for twelve years until her family moved to Las Vegas, Nevada—where she resides still to this day. Inspired by the backdrop of Sin City, Kathy-Lynn took her English professor’s advice and wrote about the hometown that she knew.
Kathy-Lynn wasn’t always a writer. In 2008, when her niece was hospitalized, Kathy-Lynn decided to do something special for her so she wrote a short tale for her to read. After devouring it in a single day, her niece and the nurses in the pediatrics wing quickly asked her, “What’s next?”
That was when a new chapter in her life opened up, and Kathy-Lynn realized that she wanted to become a Storyweaver.
Kathy-Lynn loves the color red and obsessively uses it in everything, including her bottle-blonde hair accented by red highlights. She has a knack for baking and cake decorating—that is, when her fingers are not busy writing mayhem. When recharging, you could find her curled up with a cup of coffee and a good book or spending time with her hubby of nineteen years, two kids, four cats, and the family dog.
Kathy-Lynn has stopped by today to talk to us about her writing and her new novel!
Describe your relationship with a good book.
A story with character(s) and plot(s) that I can’t stop thinking about, and it leaves me with a book hangover the next morning. Then for weeks I’ll go on a verbal binge, telling everyone about it because I can’t say good bye to the characters.
When did you first start writing and what was the first thing that you wrote that you were proud of?
In 2008, when my niece was hospitalized, I decided to do something special for her so I wrote a short tale for her to read. After devouring it in a single day, my niece and the nurses in the pediatrics wing quickly asked, “What’s next?” I was elated that my niece and the nurses wanted more. That’s when I realized I wanted to become a Storyweaver.
Please describe your work ethic as an author.
I’m fortunate that I don’t have a 9 to 5 time frame. Some days, I may put in ten to eleven hours, and others, sad to say, maybe silent without one key click. When I have a story running through my head, nothing can unglue me from my chair. But when the voices are quiet, and my mind has hit the dreaded white wall, it’s my brain telling me we need a break.
How do you balance your work as an author with the other aspects of your life?
Time is my nemesis and is hard for me to juggle around. During the day, my characters have my attention while my husband sleeps and the kids are at school. But the voices don’t always agree with the time frame. It is hard but my family supports me and they understand when I say, “deadline” and I’m not talking about the reapers time frame. We do try to plan “family time” in advance, so I have an idea when to put my imagination on hold.
Why did you write this book?
So Shall I Reap is not my first story. I started with a story about the Merfolk and their struggles under the sea. My mother-in-law used to edit it, and then once corrected, I would read the story to my mom. Our family lost both of them six months apart. I couldn’t return to the story without thinking about death and if given the chance to change it… would I? Then I thought if you could trick a reaper (Tevin) into saving someone (Alexcia) what would the outcome be? Now I can’t get Tevin and Alexcia to stop talking; therefore, the story is written in both points of view.
What experiences from your past do you find yourself drawing upon repeatedly for inspiration in your work?
Write what you know. Best advice my College English Professor said in his beginning opening statement to the class. I add the fictional characters and playground to what I know, and it works for me.
What do you hope to accomplish in the next five years, both as an author and in your outside life?
As an author, I hope to have the Unseen Series finished and working on new worlds to visit for the next brain vacation. As a wife, going on 25 years of marriage and still going strong. As for me, staying out of Tevin’s crosshairs and riding the waves of creation.
Since you are a storyteller, please tell one good lie about yourself.
I have to make a correction. I’m a Storyweaver, not a teller. I come from a long line of “Storyweavers” in my family. Starting-I’m sure-far before my great-great-grandmother, on my father’s side. As a family, we would come together, and listen to my great-great-grandparents, great-grandparents, grandparents, even aunts and uncles tell family stories during the holidays. In short, I come from a very-very long line of “talkers.”
Thanks for having me on today’s blog. Scythe ya later.
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