Deep within a Colorado cave, a teen drifter discovers an arrowhead shaped crystal harboring an evil sentience. Acting as the crystal?s host, the boy is endowed with psychic powers and extreme rage. He embarks on a cross country mission, eager to exact revenge for crimes committed more than a century ago; able to track his intended victims through a biological conduit.
Caitlin Diggs became the FBI?s top agent by being brazen and unconventional, but her experience and training had not prepared her for this new enemy, a murderous teenager whose twisted union with a crystal has spawned a biological internet threatening all of humanity.
A trail of bodies leads Agent Diggs to a terrible conclusion; to halt the murders, she must take control of the crystal herself. But Diggs is not herself. Plagued by nightmares of her partner and lover?s murder, she has revenge issues of her own. Can she come to terms with her vengeful lust and stop the killer? Or will she be lured into the crystal?s blood web?
Returning home from sea after three years, a place he had found as an escape from the pain caused by his unfaithful first love, all Michael saw in a girl was his chance for vengeance. His feelings of hurt aggravated to a new high on hearing his sister’s words that the girl-next-door, Catherine, was different. To prove that she was wrong, Michael argued that he could wreck Catherine before he left for sea.
Little did he know that his life would change forever, that his fate would be in the hands of the people who blamed him for what befell upon her. The series of shocks started as the first few lines written inside Catherine’s journals.
Then he would have to challenge fate…….for good or for worse!
Was a mariner and is now a fulll time author. The incidents in the story has a touch of true life experience
True life experience
Sample from Book:
“Oh thou soul-mate of mine;
Won’t it be hard to live with you no more nearby?
But alas as the road lies parting now-a-time,
My love, I figure it’s safer to tell you goodbye.”
– CATHERINE STEPHEN SEBASTIAN.
“Dear Cathy, how I wish, if only yesterday’s dreams were today’s reality.”
– MICHAEL SEBASTIAN.
It’s said that hope grows with light but, for me, the rise of sun in the distant horizon drew the gravity of my situation on to my already hysterical mind. The endless miles of orangish dark sea, its swells ending in front of the crimson background of the horizon, clearly codified my adverse state of helplessness. All of it felt like an immense portrait of distress and, except for the gurgling swells breaking on my face and the wind kissing me on its way past my ear, the only sound that broke the deadly silence was my long lone whimper for help.
The vomiting started as a series of coughs, significantly increasing into bouts of nausea which finally ended in a violent throw-up of fluids. A considerable amount of salt water, along with the mixed contents of cereal and bread I had for my early morning breakfast, got flushed off through my mouth and nose. Finally, after what felt like an unstoppable struggle, I felt my body relax and resume its normal breathing as soon as the violent throw-up ended.
I knew that this was going to be the last sunrise I would ever be seeing in my life and watched in awe, for the first time, as the sun’s upper limb broke the horizon, peeking himself from the depths of the seas as he made his journey back onto the skies to illuminate the earth in his selfless light. Moments later, the sun broke himself free from the horizon’s band and climbed out from the water, breaking free from the long swim he might have had enjoyed overnight.
The crimson colored sky was slowly turning into one of light orange, which within moments, turned progressively into a lighter shade that mixed with the blueness of the ocean surrounding me. If only it were for some other time, I would have had watched the curtain of sky lining my sight of view with glee rather than the complete fright and regret I was having now. The change in color of the dark water of the sea into a more translucent blue slowly struck out the vastness of my plight into my terrified eyes.
Out of despair I tried to close my eyes, trying to remember about home…………….
Our ride lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour and, when we finally reached the fields, the whole group was awestruck on seeing her seated behind me. Though all we stayed was for less than half an hour in the group’s company, Jennifer seemed to enjoy the time she spent with me. Leaving her outside her home, that night, I enjoyed the first kiss of love in my life.
“Take it as a yes from me for the morning.” she added as she walked back into her house.
Happenings of that night mysteriously altered the course of life for me.
It marked the start of my first relation with a girl, a relation that lasted till the evening of prom. Like it’s said to happen in love, I was living each day as a new page of my life. I started waking up each morning, more to see her brunette haired plush lipped face complete with a nose pierce and two pearl ringed ear lobes than to get complicated with other issues in life.
The shivering had finally ended and the new cause of concern for me was in keeping my head above the increasingly high swell. I was too much involved in the struggle to lie afloat that, when I felt a slight contact on the inside of my thigh, my panicked mind failed to register it. The rubs kept repeating, increasing in frequency, and finally I was woken up from my thoughts. Though my first fears were for sharks, the failure to see a dorsal fin breaking the water’s surface gave me an unexplainable sense of relief.
I placed my head under the water’s surface to take a look at what was rubbing itself against my body.
One of the most beautiful sights of a light blue column of immensely deep water, surrounding me, embedding me in a seemingly moving curtain, mesmerized my anxious eyes in the beauty of its plain simplicity. Breaking the curtain of blue was the sight of a silvery white form, which felt more like a piece of silver foil dazzling in the depths.
On careful repeated underwater stares, I finally made out the shape of a fish, around half a meter long, circling itself around me. To my horror, I made out the awful truth that the fish was the one which was rubbing against my body. The only reason for it to maintain a distance from me was the methodical threading of my limbs in an effort to stay afloat.
Staring out into the heaven, looming high above me, I prayed to god for putting me out of my misery as quickly as he could.
Here I was, lying isolated, growing weaker by the second, in an immense column of water, trying to gather enough strength to fight back any chance of drowning when, to add to my utter misery, an enormous fish of unknown type kept circling me in its full hearted effort to peck at my flesh. This was the first time I was experiencing death up-close and, all I could do to keep it at bay was the super-human effort of trying to stay afloat; like an ant fallen into a pond. At least the ant would have something to hold on to but, for me, all I could believe in was a thought for rescue.
One which was growing meaner by the second!
Catherine; as from her own Journals:
Every girl lives with a dream-
A dream to love a boy, marry him, enjoy a full happening life with him and finally, when the time comes, die lying in his arms, the knowledge of having at least some one worthy enough to shed a tear, providing her with an unknown satisfaction.
Lucky are the few who get the sequence right and foolish are the most, who in their own unforgiving ways of life, makes a mess of what were in offer.
Homicide Detective Stanford Carter uses Zen meditation to deal with the gruesome crimes of humanity. But his composure is severely tested when an unfaithful husband and stripper are not only murdered but showcased for their immoral lives. To test his mettle further, department policy is jeopardizing his romance with his CSI colleague Jill Seacrest. Marrying colleagues is prohibited and Carter must either end his romance or have Jill put in for transfer. The private detective hired by the family of the victims becomes the only suspect. Carter theorizes someone with knowledge in law enforcement is responsible for leaving clean but disturbing crime scenes. Further investigation leads him to believe a pair of killers might be working as serials. As Jill goes undercover to investigate the PI’s social life, Carter fears he might not only fail to stop the vigilante killings but lose the love of his life.
When aliens contact suspense author Wilfred Diamond demanding he spread a message to his fellow humans to go green – or else-he confides in his new love interest, EPA scientist Sonja Hoffs. Learning a technology is available which would cure the earth’s pollution woes, Diamond urges Hoffs to help him bring it to the light of day. But there are many who want the technology to remain in the dark and these people are just as dangerous as any alien invader. Knowing the risks, Hoffs lets her heart-and not her brain-guide her to take the plunge into not only a new romance but the perilous waters of political conspiracy.
Black magic threatens humanity with Extreme Liquidation. The only thing preventing occultist Aleister Crowley from ascension is reincarnation. Trapped in human form again, he’s manipulating political events to bring about the End Times and achieve what he believes to be his true destiny. FBI Agent Caitlin Diggs has a secret gift that could stop him, but Crowley’s no ordinary enemy. He knows something she doesn’t, and tampers with her ability, twisting it to serve his own agenda. Will she uncover the truth in time to save all mankind?
Veronica Armatti, a hairdresser and infatuation addict, has managed to strike the perfect balance between her daily existence and her overpowering desires. Veronica’s husband, Joe, tolerates her addiction as long as he doesn’t know the details. Veronica decides to get her latest fix with Andrew, an artist she meets at a grocery store. Andrew inducts Veronica into a mysterious and hypnotic dream world, where the powerful Devan entices her into his tribe of shape shifters, and where dreams and reality mingle in a deadly, intricate dance of survival.
After Ardin Wesley’s cousin Suziette is murdered, her widower, Brett, asks Ardin to help him adopt Suziette’s little girl, whom he’s grown to love. Trouble is, no one knows the identity of the child’s natural father. Ardin decides she wants to adopt Leonie, and take her to home to Manhattan.
Although she is drawn to Brett, an abusive husband turned Ardin against love and marriage. Brett feels betrayed when he learns of her plans to adopt the child. When someone sets fire to Ardin’s aunt’s house, she barely escapes with her life. Despite their differences, Brett offers her shelter and together they work to create a secure home for the bereft little girl and to discover the identity of her father before someone else dies to protect his terrible secret.
Sunny Smith is running from her memories. It’s what she does. Settling in a beautiful but remote area of Cornwall she thinks she has found the perfect place to help heal the emotional wounds left by her husband’s untimely death. She believes she has found a sort of freedom but her peace of mind becomes threatened by Jimmy Fisher. Jimmy is an artist. He is also a serial seducer. Although she has been warned about his past, Sunny finds she needs what he offers. Jimmy, too, is unable to remain as detached as he usually prefers to be and unwittingly leads Sunny towards savage violence and an overwhelming guilt. A guilt that demands the ultimate expression of remorse.
The Catalyst is a story of a passionate love affair that endures despite everything … although not quite as you might expect.
The last person cruise director Avery Knox expected to see aboard her very first trip out on Valiant is former college football star, Rip Pollendene. A decade ago, she had turned down his advances at the University of Miami and lived to regret her decision. Why is she so reluctant to take the second chance she’s been handed?
Rip Pollendene is the heir apparent to a beautiful island nation. But it’s a heritage Rip has ignored and rejected for twenty years. Now his homeland is on the brink of a bloody civil war with outside forces trying to manipulate the outcome. Is that why someone wants him dead?
How much should Rip sacrifice for a country he hardly knows? And is it sheer coincidence that has thrown golden girl Avery Knox back into his life? Can they stay alive long enough to find out if their love really is meant to be?