Zinnia’s Journey by RRBC Author A.M. Manay

It is my great honor to introduce you to A.M. Manay. A.M. is a very supportive member of Rave Reviews Book Club and has authored 3 books in the November Snow Series:

She Dies at the End

She Lights up the Dark

She Sees in her Sleep

am manay she diesIn addition to her work as an indie author of paranormal fantasy, A.M. Manay is a former inner-city chemistry teacher, a singer, a yoga enthusiast, a Clerk of Session in the Presbyterian Church (USA), and a mother through domestic open adoption.  She has a passion for increasing diversity in popular culture and for strong heroines who stand up for themselves, make their own decisions, and don’t depend on romance as their reason for being.

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Zinnia’s Journey     am manay she lights

by A.M. Manay

As I mentioned in a previous blog post, I enjoy playing around with the thoughts and backgrounds of my supporting characters. Below is a journal entry from the point of view of Zinnia, a young fairy and one of the main characters in my series.  It provides plot hints about the second book in the series, She Lights Up the Dark, which was released in April, 2016.  At the end of the previous book, She Dies at the End, Zinnia bonds with a young werewolf orphan named Carlos, whom she writes about here. This relationship is problematic due to the history of animosity between fairies and werewolves. You can learn more about these characters by reading She Dies at the End, She Lights Up the Dark, and She Sees in Her Sleep, all available this weekend for only $0.99 each!

I’ve started writing down my thoughts.  Normally, I would talk to November, or call my mother.  Neither of those is an option anymore, but if I don’t get my thoughts out, I’m going to lose it.  Sigh.  So, here I am.

Carlos is gaining weight fast, thankfully.  He’s sleeping a little better, too, though the bad dreams are frequent.  He’s warmed up to Pine, finally.  I’ve been reading a lot online about how to help traumatized children.  I’m hoping that if we ever find someplace we can safely stay for any length of time, that I can find him a decent therapist or something.  Right now, I’m encouraging him to draw lots of pictures. Some of them are pretty disturbing, but I figure that’s good, right?  He’s trying to process what happened to him and his family.  Hector’s traumatized, too, of course, but he won’t talk about squat, at least not with me.  I’m hoping Pine has more luck.    

Pine and Hector grow more adorable by the day.  I think Hector finally admitted to him that he’s also gay.  Carlos and I have a bet going as to when they’ll finally hold hands.

I keep wondering how November is doing.  I wonder if she’s keeping tabs on us.  If she is, she’ll see that we’re not making much progress.  I’m feeling pretty useless over here, trying unsuccessfully to talk to people who hate us while Luka blows up half the world.  I think there have been at least three attacks since we left Oakland two weeks ago, spread all across the country.  The humans are flipping out.  Every town we drive through, we see the National Guard on street corners.  I read yesterday that there’s a proposal to institute martial law. Smh.

 Carlos is waking up, so I’d better stop for today and get my teaching hat on.  I picked up some books, so we can homeschool on the road.  He’s smart as a whip, but then, I’m biased.  :-)

 Book blurb for She Lights Up the Dark (November Snow Book 2)

A frightening vision stalks November, even in her grave . . . and things go severely sideways just as soon as she claws her way out of it. 

Continuing the story begun in the well-received paranormal romp She Dies at the End, She Lights Up the Dark finds November Snow struggling to adjust to her new life as a vampire with none of the support she’d expected. Her nemesis Luka has plotted to isolate November and scatter her allies as he executes his plan to bring human society under his control. Her loneliness leads her to become emotionally entangled with a charming but likely untrustworthy fellow vampire. 

When danger flares, November discovers that her psychic gift has expanded in a powerful and perilous fashion. Coerced into close company with her enemy, she fights to master her power and to uncover the secrets that may help her to save both her friends and the human world from being crushed under Luka’s boot. November is determined to stop Luka as his plan builds toward an unknown and deadly climax, but she may find that lighting up the dark comes with a high price to pay. 

This books contains violence, some sexual content, and occasional profanity.

Short Excerpt from Chapter 4 of She Lights Up the Dark (November Snow Book 2)

They had stopped for gas and food in some random town a couple hours outside Portland.  Hector and Carlos were cleaning out the McDonalds while Pine pumped gas into the RV and Zinnia found excuses to touch strangers and take little sips of their life energy.  

She bought a newspaper in the convenience store, along with a pack of gum for Carlos.  Another day, another terrorist bombing.  How many had there been, now? A dozen? She sighed.  This one was in Tulsa.  Luka’s bombers seemed to be choosing more obscure targets lately, trying to instill fear everywhere from downtown to the barnyard.

National Guardsmen were rapidly becoming a common sight.  Metal detectors and armed guards now greeted people at the entrances of shopping malls.  Stadiums were empty, parades cancelled.  She’d heard on the radio about a bill flying through Congress to permit bombing strikes on terrorist training camps on U.S. soil— not that they had found any yet, nor would they ever, as long as Willow was around.

The internet was rife with speculation.  Most blamed the Muslims out of old habit, but a hundred different groups had claimed responsibility, which only made people more frightened and suspicious of one another.

Her reverie in the parking lot was interrupted when Carlos flew to her side and wrapped his arms around her waist.  “Hey, kiddo,” she exclaimed, hugging him back and bending down to kiss the top of his head.  “Did you get a good lunch?”

The pair headed back to their home on wheels.  Zinnia’s smile faltered as the hair rose on the back of her neck.  She turned around to see someone staring at them.  He was a fairy.  His hard olive green eyes met hers for a moment, and her heart dropped, but she didn’t sense the hatred from him that usually washed over her in waves when another fairy or a werewolf saw her makeshift little family.  He turned and walked swiftly away.  Zinnia could have sworn she almost saw him smile.

Pine had also spotted him.  “We’d better get going,” he said, hurrying them along, scanning for any other signs of trouble.  

They never stayed in any place very long.  After a week, sometimes less, local werewolves or fairies or vampires would make their lack of welcome clear.  They would share warnings about Luka with the strangers, implore them to consider working together, and then move on, continuing their quixotic effort to build common cause between the three species of supernatural creatures.  With millennia of distrust to overcome, it felt like an impossible task, but what else could they do?  This was their part of the mission.

They weren’t much suited for anything else.  Hector was a werewolf without a pack, unwelcome everywhere.  Carlos and Zinnia were so tightly bound by magic that they couldn’t be separated without risking their health, which made them likewise outcast.  Zinnia wasn’t cut out for guerrilla warfare or spying anyway.  And Pine wasn’t going to leave Zinnia alone with only werewolves for company.   He’d known her since she was a little girl. And there was the matter of his growing fondness for Hector . . .

They were about an hour gone when they saw the fairy again, this time standing in the middle of the road.  “Weapons ready,” Pine called quietly to Hector, trying not to wake the angelically sleeping Carlos.

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Author Links for A.M. Manay

She Dies at the End: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0112S00KI

She Sees in Her Sleep: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B019EG1NWE

She Lights Up the Dark: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BQGGBMW

Website: www.ammanay.net

Fan email list: November’s News

Facebook: facebook.com/ammanaywrites

Twitter: @ammanay

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Amazon author page: amazon.com/author/ammanay

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