Roxanne Fosch had a perfectly normal life at the age of twelve. Cool, popular, pretty, smart. Her dreams of a perfect, successful and prosperous future seemed well within her grasp.
By the time she was twenty-two she had become a commodity. A fugitive. She was being hunted.
As Roxanne embarks on the dangerous quest to search for half-truths about her past, she discovers she’s not just an abnormal human, but a rarity even among her Fee peers.
She is hunted by scientists, keen to exploit her extraordinary abilities, as well as other beings far more dangerous whose plans for her she cannot fathom
I’m a freelance writer, a blogger, a mother, a baker, a chocolate fiend, a coffee enthusiast, and sometimes a poet. A wanderer in this vast world, I’m just another body with a passion for the written word. There is no boundary I can’t cross, no limit I can’t push; my mind is my passport, my thoughts my mode of transportation.
Like most writers out there, my love of books began at a young age. Unlike most authors, I never aspired to become one.
Heir of Ashes is my debut novel, a creation born from my love of anything fairy, of action-packed stories and a touch of romance.
My inspiration comes from most anything, a discussion, a friend, an animal or plant, events, memories, music, etc – in other words, from life itself.
After re-writing this part twice, I asked myself what the mind would look like for the one controlling it?
The answer? Like a network of lights. The stronger the memory, the brighter the light would be.
Some thoughts and memories are stronger than others, so some lights would be brighter. And still, some thoughts and memories touch on our emotions. Wouldn't a brilliant red light be perfect for a memory that sparks rage?
Book Excerpt
Heir of Ashes
The mind was a beautiful thing. A sea of lights, contrasting everywhere with shadows and colors, some like a dot on a map—barely significant, others shining as brilliant as the sun.I didn’t go for his memories, his thoughts, his knowledge. I ignored the lights, the darkness, the shadows and colors. As I traversed through, I caught glimpses of the memories I came closest.
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