5 Girls Book Reviews: BLOG TOUR WITH EXCERPT: New Beginnings by Morgan Straughan Comnick

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

BLOG TOUR WITH EXCERPT: New Beginnings by Morgan Straughan Comnick

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Title: New Beginnings

Author: Morgan Straughan Comnick

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

You’ve been chosen to be God’s Warrior, but not even He knows what lies ahead.

Spirit Warrior Stary Moon is prepared to begin her sophomore year of high school with a better understanding of the powers granted to her from the Lord. But the path set out for her is uncertain. Stary never imagined what a challenge it would be to get her friends and family to accept her true love, former spirit Umbra, whose Ultimate Weapon powers are resurfacing mysteriously. On top of this, a dark presence is possessing spirits and ghosts, haunting Stary’s dreams, and wanting revenge. As Stary dives deeper into the world of spirits, she begins losing her connection to the world of mortals. Does Stary have the strength to overcome this darkness alone, or will she need to dabble in some ancient magic? Can she continue this path no matter what the cost?

Excerpt:

My eyes were glued shut in the vast darkness, pacified by the chill attacking my sore limbs. Yet, it continued: that noise of water leaking. It dampened the core of my happiness, shattering it into thousands of fireflies before my eyelids. Timidly, I opened my eyes, but not much appeared to have changed. It was pitch black, too heavy to see through, but I felt a cobblestone under my palm. It was smooth, perfectly round, embedded to the floor. However, it was damp—a moist so sickening wet that made your heart feel tight after you inhaled wet air. The air was musty, frightening, and I felt as if I was choking on my tears.

I tried to rise, but the floor was slippery beyond compare, covered with cobblestones. My eyes were starting to adjust at the pace of a snail. Soon, a few feet in front of me, I felt the wall and it was the exact same texture as the floor, but the stones looked like they were made of frozen over coal. I slid my hand up the wall, trying to find something to grab ahold of, but nothing. I sank down, willingly giving up after one try. Why was I giving up so quickly? Spirit Warriors never give up…At that thought, it ended—my energy.

The floor felt wetter, damaging. I thought I would sink into nothingness at any moment, but I knew the floor was solid. My arms ached, feeling like they were replaced with metal pipes. My left hand could not grip anything, not even my own hand. It was attacked with a mysterious moisture while my right hand was numb, refusing to listen to me. I laid my head back, tilting it closer to the wall. My hair was already wet, like I had been crying into it all night, my tears soaking it. The smell was bittersweet…and it repulsed me.

My eyes sagged with exhaustion. I was so weak, so helpless. I wanted to be alone here in this horrid cave prison, yet I wanted help. The dawning thought made my heart crack, the sound resonating through my eardrums and telling me no one was going to help me.

Somehow, I knew that was true. No one ever did help me. I was alone and meant to be alone. Spirit Warriors were meant to only help others, taking their pain upon themselves. I knew I shouldn’t have felt that way, but something was controlling me. No…these thoughts were my own, but I had locked them inside. Something merely unlocked the floodgate.

“Little one, do not worry. Soon, it will all be over.”

Little one? A voice was calling me, but I was too depressed to lift my head. The voice was merely wetting my hunger of being alone, making every centimeter of my mouth taste like sickening sweet poison. Everything I knew was gone forever. Everything I wanted to know was meaningless. I had to lay in this murky cell forever where nothing could reach me. I was better in here, knowing others would only disappoint.

“That is right. Humans are cruel. You give so much to them, with your undying love and they never repay you. They do not even understand you.”

No…they didn’t and they never would. I was alone in the darkness. This voice, although it sounded snake-like, was beautiful and soothing. I didn’t want to lose it. Then I would honestly be by myself.

“It is better to not be in that awful light. It only blinds you from the truth. It is better to be unseen, to be more powerful…”

Author Bio

$D:\Documents\Enchanted Book Promotions\Book Tours\Upcoming Tours\New Beginnings\MorganStraughanComnick.JPG$ Educator of young minds by day, super nerdy savior of justice and cute things by night, Morgan Straughan Comnick has a love for turning the normal into something special without losing its essence. Morgan draws from real life experiences and her ongoing imagination to spark her writing. In her spare time, she enjoys doing goofy voices, traveling to new worlds by turning pages, humming child-like songs, and forcing people to smile with her "bubbliness." It is Morgan's mission in life to spread the amazement of otaku/Japanese culture to the world and to stop bullying; she knows everyone shines brightly.