Warning: May cause reader to ride an emotional roller coaster, from laughing to anger, and possibly a few tears, as the characters play out the author’s dark imaginings of what life would be like for Kylie, and far too many gods seeking power. Book contains real consequences of battle, and the choices a parent will make trying to save their child.
KYLIE RIPPONS is a SpongeBob pajama bottom wearing, Dodge Ram 1500 4x4 driving, USDA certified klutz, coffee-addicted mortal, seeking a normal life despite the constant harassment of gods and the ability to braid time.
Kylie sees actions and consequences as bright, shining timelines in her head. Born with the power to gather the strings and braid them into a new chain of events, she is the weapon of choice for many pantheons in their never ending wars. But using the ability requires fuel, and for a mortal, it means a piece of her soul.
Constant harassment forces Kylie and her allies to take drastic action, and go on the offensive. She must braid time to save friends, and herself, as the gods drive them into situations in which she must choose: braid time, save her friends, and lose pieces of her mortal soul, or become slave to the pantheon of her choice.
Kylie faces her worst nightmare: kill a friend and permanently hide her son, leaving him motherless, or become a slave in exchange for his safety, leaving her soulless and insane.
If only the gods allowed for personal choice.
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / GeneralGoing Thru Hell was released September 25, 2013. It has had some success with hitting the Amazon bestseller lists twice since then, and is currently on the Kindle Free bestseller list for the weekend. I have not marketed this book as much as the others, and of the reviews, only two didn't like the book. Most love it, mostly due to the emotional attachment to the main characters.
I wanted to bang my head on the desk, but the boss would charge for damages.
Glancing around the tiny cubicle, I tried to find anything heavy to throw at the gabby and arrogant immortal. He'd only laugh at any pathetic attempt to shut him up with pencil holders and files. The PC tower might work. I shook my head, the paycheck didn’t need a hit.
The gray padded walls and built in desk didn’t allow for much, and I regretted not keeping at least a picture frame or two. The edges might cause him to give a funny yelp. He might not like it, but I’d be entertained.
To make matters worse, the immortal in question couldn't be seen by anyone else. By staying in the fourth dimension, beyond mortal senses, Amun pestered me while normal humans remained ignorant of the truth.
I’d give almost anything to be normal.
I pulled my purse from under the desk, rummaging for objects to use as missiles. I gave up. Co-workers would have great stories of me throwing various objects at thin air. Last Christmas party notwithstanding, I didn't need more rumors circulating.
“Go. Away.” I narrowed my eyes. Tall, muscular and handsome, Amun was built like other male immortals I'd had the displeasure of meeting. The only difference seen in the bronze skin, beautiful mahogany colored eyes, and straight black hair. He always wore a stupid St. Louis Rams t-shirt, both wrists encircled by badly inked ram tats. Perfect picture of an idiot.
“Why should I endeavor to please you?” His voice silky smooth, making promises I knew he would never keep.
“Did it ever occur to your ego-filled, arrogant mind to be nice?”
“No. I am a god. You should do as you are bid.”
“You lose. Get out. No deal.”
