An Earth Relic Novel
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Crimson Frost Books
Date of Publication: October 21, 2014
Cover Artist: Suzannah Safi
Hunted by Chaos. Protected by Death. Guided by Fire.
Terran is now the key to a world she never knew existed.
Normal was what Terran did best – house, job, dog, friends – rinse and repeat. She never knew demigods existed, or that you could journey to other realms, manipulate nature with your mind, or that the dead weren’t really gone at all, but instead existed in the Underworld. No, she lived the mundane life of any twenty-seven-year-old Alaskan girl…until she met Aiden, the complicated and gorgeous new local art gallery owner.
As their fiery relationship evolves into something more, Terran finds herself surrounded by a world of nightmares and gods, when the mysterious Aiden proves to be more than a simple man. Soon, Terran finds that she is not so simple herself. As an ancient evil threatens to escape and unleash all Hell, Terran must dive into a magical world she never knew existed to save them all…even if that means giving up her life to do it.
When I walked in, I could feel an energy in the air. Its warm and soft pulse had a slight humming sensation that tickled my skin. Wisps of heat surrounded my necklace as it pulsed ever so slightly. Amazing. I had taken care of these plants their whole lives, from seedlings to sale. They truly felt like a piece of me now. As I tended to the flowers in the back of the shop, blue, purple, white, and yellow petals swayed to a gentle rhythm as I moved to the music playing in my earbuds. Was this the gift Marc had given me? If it was, it had gotten stronger. No way, this could be real. It was so bizarre. I had to know if anyone else saw this. I needed to find someone I could trust. I decided I would call Jon.
I ran to the ladies’ room and whipped out my phone. Please pick up, please pick up. After five rings, he finally answered.
"Terran? Sorry, I was in a meeting. What's up?"
"Are you super busy? I need a favor, a kind of crazy favor."
"Okay. Anything, but first are you okay?" It wasn’t like me to call Jon while he was at the office, so his concern was definitely warranted.
"I'm not hurt, but I might be crazy." I laughed, my tone laced with an anxiety that couldn’t be contained. "Can you meet me at the nursery? I could use your eyes for something."
"Sure. I'll be there in about twenty. Do you need anything while I'm on my way?"
"Just you, please. I'm in the back where we keep the marigolds."
It only took Jon about fifteen minutes to get here. He must have been worried and speeding. I was back with the marigolds when I heard him enter the room. I turned to see him in his dark charcoal suit with a light blue dress shirt. He looked handsome as usual.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he came in to hug me. We embraced and I instantly felt better. Jon always made me feel safe.
"I think so, I just think I'm going crazy." Tears pooled in my eyes as I had finally admitted out loud the one thing that I feared most.
"Oh, sweetheart. I'm sure that's not true. What's going on?"
I told him about the plants moving for me. I didn't want to repeat myself and I knew Micah would want to know about Seth. I wasn't sure I wanted to share the dancing plants bit with her.
I leaned over the marigold and brushed the tips of my fingers across the petals, moving my hand in a quick swipe over all the ones I could reach. Each little red, yellow, and gold petal shivered and shook, wiggling like you would when you get a chill, an involuntary movement. And like a newborn, they began searching for their mother, swaying and leaning towards me. My pulse sped up, the heat from my necklace warmed me to my core. It was a perfect heat, a warmth that exhilarated my soul. I turned back to Jon, who watched with intensity. And when I looked into his eyes, I could tell he had seen nothing. His eyes saddened as he realized I knew.
Character Name: Terran
Character Bio: Terran late twenty-something widow and native to Anchorage, Alaska. Horticulturalist and all around girl next door.
Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?
I guess my best quality is my hair. I love it. I mainly love it because I can wash and go and the curls look perfect. I’m not one for makeup and frills, so it’s truly a blessing. I’d be even more of a hot mess than I am most days if it wasn’t for the fact that my hair normally looks good. My worst quality? I guess I’d have to be that I can sometimes be an introvert. I try not to be. But I think it’s my friends that get me out and about. I wasn’t always this way, just since the accident.
What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?
Well… it’s a secret for a reason. J
What are you most afraid of?
My dreams. Seriously. They’ve just been getting worse and worse. And I feel like I’m on the verge of not being able to tell what’s real and what’s not.
What do you want more than anything?
To be free. I’d love to be free from the fear that I’m losing my mind.
What is your relationship status?
Well, my husband passed a couple years ago, so there really hasn’t been anyone since. But thanks my pushy girlfriend, Micah, and a freak storm, I’ve now got two beautiful complications in my life.
How would you describe your sense of fashion?
It’s all about the comfort! Don’t get me wrong…I love to look nice, but never at the cost of comfort!
How much of a rebel are you?
Depends on the day? J
What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?
My boys. No one could have asked for the most perfect little boys in the world.
What is your idea of happiness?
Being able to sit in silence with someone you love, snuggled up on the sofa with a nice cup of tea and a good book.
What is your current state of mind?
Well…I’m not sure. See, there has been some crazy things going on right now. I’m not sure if it’s real, or if I’m becoming schizophrenic like my mother.
What is your most treasured possession?
The necklace my father gave me as an infant. The stone is so unusual. It’s actually pretty worn on the back where I’ve rub it almost flat. It’s really like my security blanket now. LOL. There’s just something about it that feels like it’s a part of me.
What is it that you, most dislike?
Liars. There is nothing that sets me on fire more than listening to a liar. Seriously…nothing is that bad that you have to lie to me. And if you feel so guilty that you think you should lie…you probably shouldn’t have done it in the first place, right?
What is your greatest regret?
I try and tell myself I don’t regret anything. Believing that everything happens for a reason is the one thing that keeps me (mostly) sane.
What is the quality you most like in a man?
Am I allowed to answer his butt? J
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
Being honest. I mean I want honesty to the max. That’s one thing I love about my best friend, Micah. She might be a little much sometimes, but I always know where we stand.
Who is your favorite hero in fiction?
Definitely Poison Ivy! Okay, so she’s not really a hero, but she’s got some killer botany powers! The plant-girl in me can’t help it.
If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
I don’t think it’d be anything. I might not like everything about myself, but I was made this way for a reason, right?
What is your motto?
Never give up hope.
Born in Germany to a Puerto Rican mother and All-American Military father, who saw fit to give her a Russian name, Sasha Abernathy has always loved storytelling, traveling, and doing all things silly. Raised in Oklahoma, but eventually moving everywhere from Alaska to Spain, Sasha has finally settled in the beautiful state of Colorado. With her loving husband, two wild sons, and neurotic labradoodle, Sasha is surrounded by way too much testosterone and escapes through her mysteriously whimsical and romantic novels.