Published by Ink Spell Publishing on 15th December 2014
Gabriel Stewart helped his best friend Kellen St. James save the world from The Scourge in the Battle of Dublin. But before that? Gabe was just an ordinary guy who kept having dreams about a little boy with black hair and green eyes—a boy he hadn’t even met yet.
And even weirder? Gabe’s mind kept replaying these images on loop of things he’d never seen. He heard voices in his head when no one was around. And he actually blew off hot Valerie Gibbons to chase after the black-haired kid in the park. What was up with that?
As Gabe searches for the truth, fate continually puts him in Kellen’s path, but will he be able to stop the Children of Danu from stealing Kellen before the battle begins? What will it take for Gabe to become The Last Protector?
*The Last Protector is a companion novella–intended to be read after the other books in the series.
It was an ordinary Thursday, (or at least I thought it was going to be), when things got scary. As usual, I was flirting with Valerie Gibbons by the lockers.
“You coming over after school?” Val toyed with the front of her cheerleading skirt.
I shook my head. “Not today.” This weird sense of urgency had thrummed in my veins all day, like a Heavy Metal bass line.
Go to the park, go to the park, go to the park…
Val pouted. “You aren’t going to dump me, are you? I really like you, Gabe.”
“Nah.” I made sure no teachers were watching, and then gave her a quick kiss on the lips. My gut turned to jelly when my mouth brushed against hers.
“Where ya going?”
I wished I could tell her the truth. “Ah, you know. I have to do some stuff with the ‘rents this afternoon. I’ll call you later, okay?” I pushed down my guilt and smiled, trying to amp up my charm to the super mega-watt Gabe level.
“Maybe.” Val sounded grumpy about it, but the corners of her mouth turned up when she spoke the word. “Bye.” With a quick turn, she ran in the opposite direction, leaving me alone.
After waiting a few beats, I closed my locker with a click. Shouldering my backpack, I ran out the side door and hopped on to my red 10-speed and started to pedal.
Something pushed me, the same message on loop in my mind: Go to the park, go to the park, go to the park…I tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t. Maybe if I followed the voice, as freaky as that sounded, it would stop. The thoughts and dreams would end.
And I wanted them to.