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Black
Apocalypse
The Vulcan
Legacies, 4
Sasha Hibbs
51,000
words
YA Paranormal Romance
Evernight Teen Publishing
Resurrected from
the dead, Michael Blackwell is enraged and heartbroken to find Ally—the girl he
loved—in the arms of the very man that killed him as a human. In Michael’s
eyes, Ally’s betrayal is absolute. But there is more than meets the eye when it
comes to the man who killed Michael, and even more with the girl he thought he
knew.
Black Apocalypse is a journey full of heartache and redemption where the
past weaves an uncertain future. Can Michael forgive Ally for her betrayal? Can
Ally finally embrace who she is destined to become to save them both?
Who is the elusive Seraph, Laurel? Who was the Devourer before his colossal
fall from grace? What decisions did they make together that altered the course
of history? Shocking revelations, prophecies fulfilled, a war where not
everyone will make it out alive...the final installment in the Vulcan Legacies
will leave you breathless.
14+ due to adult situations
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VULCAN LEGACIES and MYTHOLOGY
Since Sasha's series is called the Vulcan Legacies, I had a small suspicion that her series may have been inspired or influenced by mythology. Here is what she had to say.
Hi
and thanks so much for having me!
The Vulcan Legacies
series boasts of a nice helping of mythology—some from Roman mythology and the
other part from my mind.
Vulcan is the Roman
god of fire. Among his multitude of talents is the ability to create fire and
with that, weaponry.
My own husband being
a blacksmith clued me in on the superstition surrounding blacksmiths. While an
important part to early cultures, the villages were afraid of blacksmiths
because they worked the ‘black metal’ from the ground. They believed this was
somehow working directly with the devil.
So spooked by a
blacksmiths work, the villagers forced them to reside outside the village.
Blacksmiths themselves were even afraid of their craft and at the end of each
working day they would strike their anvil three times to keep the devil chained
until the next day.
With an interest in
mythology and intrigued by my own husbands history, I felt sure I could tell a
story weaving from both sides.
Vulcan, in my series,
is a fallen Seraph, cursed and thrown out to live as a blacksmith among men
where the very people he desired a friendship with turned their backs on him.
It’s when this happens, that things get pretty tragic. Let’s say that Vulcan
didn’t take it too kindly that he gave up everything to be with these humans
only for them to shun him.
Vulcan felt like a
lonely soul to me and I had to write his story. Book 1, Black Amaranth, begins
with his direct descendant, Ally Watson. We meet her in present day and
unfortunately it’s up to her to undo the curse Vulcan invoked.
As the series
progresses, the reader will learn more about Vulcan and in salute to him, the
series ends with his story.
If you’d like to read
more about Vulcan and the mythology surrounding him, here is a link to find out
more!
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Sasha, thank you so much for that. Now let's read a little excerpt from this highly anticipated series ender!
Excerpt:
He glanced
at her silhouette. She stood beside him quietly, a tear streaking her pale
face, one silver line visible against the cold wintery night.
“Will you
dance with me?” Abaddon said, turning her back to face him.
Ally spoke
with her body. She shivered as she turned to him, reaching out and lacing her
fingers through his.
Abaddon
responded by pulling her close against him, removing his hands from hers so he
could wrap them around her, holding her tight and praying for the courage to
see his task through.
The Seraph
told him, told him what he must do. In his broken mind, the pieces lay jagged
and strewn, but he was putting them together, regaining the memories he’d lost
through the blinding rage of his illusion.
But Ally was
real. He was holding her in his arms, and she came to him with trust, with
patience, while he tried to regain the memories from his human life, ones that
would guide him on the path he was supposed to be on now.
But as he
held her in his arms, she felt so fragile, so breakable. He could hear the soft
thrumming of her heart. The beat was uneven, a rhythm that reminded him of the
last remnants of life.
Ally was
dying. She was his soulmate and the beat of her heart gave him all the courage
he needed. He wasn’t going to kill her. He was going to save her.
Abaddon
slowly broke away from her, keeping her at arm’s length. Her light was dimming,
but there was the faintest glimmer in her eyes that held hope for him. She
would be strong enough to endure what he was getting ready to do to her. She
had to be.
Abaddon
brought his wrist up to his mouth, extended his canines and pierced his flesh.
As blood rushed up to the surface, he gazed into her eyes.
He parted
his lips, ready to speak, to tell her it would be okay, but was silenced by
Ally resting a single finger against his lips.
“Shh,” Ally
whispered.
Her gaze
told him that she knew what was happening. She wouldn’t fight him. He could see
that she would trust him, blindly put all her faith in him, was truly ready to
walk down an unknown path with him.
He watched
in awe as she circled her cold fingers around his wrist and brought it up to
her lips. She locked gazes with him and he could feel her taking his essence
into him. She ended by gently kissing his wrist where the wound was. She swept
her hair to one side, exposing her neck up at him.
Abaddon felt
a warm tear run down his cheek.
“It’s okay,
Michael,” Ally said, her voice so little. “I’m ready.”
He unfurled
his wings, pulled her against him tightly, lowered his lips to hers, and in his
mind he whispered the words from a song, a song from a long time ago that meant
so much to him then and even more to him now.
“I've waited
such a long time for you,” he said. He softly caressed her lips with his,
savoring the feel of her against him, the kiss he’d waited a lifetime and
beyond for.
He raised
his gaze back to hers, brushing a wisp of hair away from her eyes, cupping her
face. “A lifetime,” he said, as he brushed soft kisses along her temple, her
cheek, her jawline, back to her trembling lips. Thinking back to that night
long ago, he lived the words of that song, held nothing back for what he felt
for her.
Abaddon
could see the tears standing in her eyes. He kissed them away, their salt
lingering on his lips. He drew her closer into him so that he could feel she
was real, she was in his arms, her life in his hands.
And through
her tears, he could see the relief, he could see the hope, he could see her love
staring back at him. His heart hammered in his chest, that muscle giving way to
a new life, a life that only love could give.
He brushed
his lips against hers again and again, whispering those lyrics so appropriate
for them, for their life, their death, their love against a world that, like
her essence, was fading fast. “You’ll always be mine.”
With shaky
hands, Abaddon pulled her down to the ground with him. Cradling her in his lap,
he grazed his canines against her throat. “I need you,” Abaddon whispered, as
Ally laced her fingers through his hair, pulling him down to her vein. She
arched her back, pressed up against him, encouraged him to drink from her, to
take her to where he’d been.
Abaddon
exhaled against her skin. With one hand holding her head and the other pressed
firmly into the small of her back, he pierced her, sunk his teeth into the soft
flesh at her neck. He took her into him, her blood coursing through him, sating
a hunger for far more than sustenance. In her blood was the story of their
life, the answers he sought, the lyrics to their own song.
Abaddon
could feel the life slowly fade from her, could hear her heartbeat slow.
Removing his canines, he drew back from her. Her head lolled to the side, her
pupils beginning to fix. He brought her lips back to his, kissed her gently.
As Ally’s
last breath escaped her body, Abaddon clutched her tightly to his chest, a
crimson tear falling against her, he whispered into her ear, “Hurry back to
me.”
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PHEW!!! *fans self* That was HOTT!!
Here's a little bit about the author of Black Apocalypse and the Vulcan Series!
About the Author:
By age 5,
Sasha Hibbs' favorite movie was Gone With the Wind. By age 12, she completed
her 7th grade book report on the sequel, Scarlett. By 18, she met and married
her very own Mr. Rhett Butler and as it turns out, she never had to worry about
going back to Tara to win the love of her life back. Fortunately, he stuck with
her.
With a
love of all things paranormal, the ambiance of the South with its gigantic
antebellum mansions and canopies of Spanish moss, and a love for her husband’s
rich storytelling of blacksmiths and the mythology surrounding their origins,
it wasn’t long until the world of her debut novel, Black Amaranth, was born.
When not
working her day job as a nurse, you can find Sasha dreaming of her next beach
trip, reading the latest YA novel, and drinking more white chocolate mocha than
she should.
Sasha
lives in mountainous West Virginia with her husband, Tim, and their two daughters,
Aeliza and Ava. She is currently hard at work on her next novel.
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