We’re back today with a bit of T.M. Scott’s first novel, Symphoni! You know me – anything with paranormal elements and strong female characters, and I’m in!
Symphoni, Book One in the Eros Sisters Series
Genre: YA Fantasy & Paranormal
The Power To End The War Between The Olympians And Titans Lies In His Hands
“We don’t know the implications of our actions; of the decisions we make every day and the effects of those decisions. Greg, your choice, your fate, and your whole existence can be over in no time. I just hope, for everyone’s sake, that you get to do what you were created for,” she turned and looked at me, “before Legend does.”
Life hasn’t been too easy for Greg Daniels lately. But when he arrives at school on the first day back from summer vacation, he finds that things are much worse than he could have ever imagined.
Stuck in the middle of an ancient feud between the Olympians and the Titans, Greg discovers that the line between good and evil isn’t always clear and his allies might be more dangerous than the enemy.
We stood in silence at the edge of Olympian Lake just looking at each other. We were about fifteen feet apart, her expression calm and relaxed, but my heart pounded hard in my chest as if my body somehow knew what was about to happen. The sun had already set, leaving the cloudless California sky an endless sea of blue. Her long black hair fluttered around her as a cold breeze blew between us and it caused the hair on my arms to stand on end. I blinked and suddenly there she was, not even four inches from my face. I didn’t flinch. I’d witnessed her abilities before and her ability to transport was probably the least shocking. Her cool breath brushed lightly across my face and I felt the air pick up around us, swirling coldly as if we were in our own little tornado.
The quiet anticipation of what we both knew was about to happen had started to make me edgy, but before I could comment, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her lips were soft and urgent, her tongue hungry as she searched my mouth as if we didn’t have enough time. She tasted good, like cool spring water and cold mountain air, as her breath filled my body and sent hard electricity down my spine. My knees began to shake and she clamped her arms tightly around my neck as her breath became scorching hot in my mouth. My eyes sprang open and I struggled against her iron hold. She didn’t budge and I felt a thick, excruciatingly hot substance begin to
flow into my body.
“Well,” I thought, amazingly calm considering my impending doom, “I knew she would kill me one day.” My lungs started straining for air and my body seized as the magma (at least that‟s what it felt like) reached my chest, and yet, she never let go. Instead, she tightened her grip around me and guided me smoothly to the ground. I decided to stop struggling, accepting my fate, and looked around. My heart beat finally started to slow, bringing with it a host of memories that flashed rapidly through my mind.
Symphoni. My Symphoni. When she walked into the room, my heartbeat slowed just as it was now; only this time it meant I was dying. I looked up at the sky now twinkling brightly with hundreds of stars and smiled to myself as I tried to remember all the times she and I sat in this very spot. I remembered the times I ran my fingers through her thick, black hair, the times I gazed deep into her eyes, and thought about how I would miss her even after my untimely (and frankly completely unnecessary) death. I closed my eyes just as my heart finally stopped and the silence of the world was deafening. No birds, cars, and no sounds of breathing or movements to keep me company in these last seconds of life. Just silence. I felt myself leaving the earth, floating away to find my small place in the divine (as grandma used to say), when suddenly I heard her voice.
“GREG!” her scream filled the air with her mournful cry as it rang through the night sky, shattering the silence with her pain and terror. Then, before another word or breath could escape her body, before I could see her beautiful eyes glistening with tears and tell her that everything would be OK…
T.M Scott loves writing. With passion, drive and a taste for the unusual, she enjoys reading and writing new and different things. Doing her best to always think out of the box, her writing usually starts off as an insane scheme of some sort before she works out the finer aspects and turns it into something great! Her heroines and heroes are never the typical ‘beautiful’ people, meaning they all have some sort of quirk or oddity about them that makes them unique and refreshing characters everyone can relate to.
Her first novel, Symphoni, will be out in 2013 and her work has been featured in the horror anthology, The Withering Darkness. She lives in Los Angeles, California with her daughter Ariyanna.