Author to Author: Sneak Peek with Allie Jean

Dreams of the Cursed

Book #2 of theDreamer series by

AllieJean

A secret war has wagedunderneath the notice of humanity since the beginning. The Warriors inheritedthis fight and are honor bound to rid the world of an ancient evil by guardingthe most precious, piercing light against the darkness - their female kin knownas the Oracles.

Chantal Breelan has sufferedfrom horrific nightmares for most of her life, believing something to be wrongwith her to have such visions of destruction. But when creatures of darknesscame crawling out of the shadows to hunt her down, her dreams became reality.

Now, Chantal has picked up thereigns of her birthright and stood by her Warrior kin. She’s on a mission torescue others like herself. Yet in this challenge a battle of wits is exposed.New players are discovered, throwing strategies into question. When the truthcomes to light, can Chantal hold her band of brothers together, or will theycrumble under the weight of betrayal.

Coming Fall 2013

Excerpt

“Come here, my dear.” Merclain smiled at her,revealing yellowing, crooked teeth. “Let me get you to a safe place.”

“Yeah, nothanks.” Chantal laughed. “But if you both survive, tell my brother, Damon, Isaid hi.”

“It isher, Merc!” Bubba pointed at her like a bona fide moron. Chantal smiled at themand bowed low with their arms held wide.

“Theoldest known Oracle at your service.”

Both menbegan walking toward her slowly, pulling their own weapons from beneath theirjackets. Bubba held a stumpy blade with a square tip and gnarly looking sawtooth edges. Merclain clutched a curved sword Chantal had seen in that movieabout the Spartans with half-naked men. She didn’t pay much attention to theplot, much to Mathias’s annoyance. In any case, neither of their weapons held acandle to her lightweight katana, and she fingered the well-suited hilt with afamiliarity that felt almost cathartic.

“Let’sget her, Merc!”

“Oh, comenow. Do you really think I’m that stupid?” The men split up, trying to approachher at both sides. “Do I look like I’m stupid?” Merclain and Bubba stayedsilent, assessing. “I’ll tell you what, let’s make a deal. If you two moronscan defeat me, I’ll go with you. That no-good brother of mine will love youboth. Throw you a parade or something.” The two men exchanged a loaded glance,and Bubba smiled like he’d won the lottery. “But, if I kick both of your pansyasses . . . well . . . I guess that’s just an overall win for me.”

“Thatdoesn’t seem like a fair trade, my dear.” Merclain now stood five feet away,Bubba cutting off any escape to her right.

“Itdoesn’t seem like you boys are into equality.” Chantal pushed off the headstoneand took a couple steps toward them. “Two grown men against helpless littlegirls. Let’s just say I’m evening the odds.”

“You think you can take both of us?” Bubbaguffawed, his belly shaking like pudding. Chantal smiled wickedly.

“Absolutely.”

In the blink of an eye, the fight had beenwon, yet to Chantal, she could see it precisely as if it had beenchoreographed.

The attack came at her quick from the backand the front simultaneously. Merclain brought his scimitar down toward herhead with a vicious swing. Chantal blocked the hit and countered it with anaggressive twist of her wrist, dispelling the weapon. In a flash, she spun onher heel and went down on bended knee, slicing her sword horizontally acrossboth of Bubba’s shins as he tried to grab her from behind, amputating both legsbelow the knee. Bubba fell and clutched at the gushing wounds, his weaponsclattering to the ground. Chantal spun back to Merclain just as he attempted tostrike and plunged her blade deep into his ribs. Eyes rounded with shock, theoddly thin solider fell to the ground and dark crimson fluid bubbled from hismouth.

“You see?” Chantal gripped her sword andwiped her brow, smearing a streak of blood across her face. “Now that’s how yoube cocky.”

Adrenalinezinged through her system but the red haze of rage she’d experienced with herfirst fight with the Kajola hadn’t appeared. Looking at both of her victimswrithing on the ground from their mortal wounds, Chantal sheathed her blade,confident they were unable to come after her.

“Youcan’t keep them hidden from us,” Merclain spat at her, pink foam brimming athis mouth.

“You’re too late.”

“You’re not in much of a position to offer methreats.”

Merclain laughed, more a gurgling wheeze, andpointed to something behind her. Chantal turned to see the orange sun settingbehind the horizon. The Shade would open at dusk and Chantal’s heart clenchedin panic.

Thegirls . . .

Legacy of a Dreamer