Charlene A. Wilson
Genre: Paranormal/light sci-fi/ Fantasy
Publisher: Spectrum Publishing
Date of Publication: May 11, 2015
ISBN 10: 0989984656
ISBN 13: 978-0-9899846-5-2
Number of pages: 200
Word Count: 52,886
Cover Artist: Charlene A. Wilson
Angels, Gods, High Ones… Could anything else find its way into the prophecy caused by their father, Sylis Shilo, the renowned realm traveler? Vincent understands there were things in his father’s work he wasn’t privy to simply because his soul was too young, but how could this be kept a secret from even his brothers? The more he learns, the more he’s glad he hadn’t known.
The sentinels of Cornerstone Deep are in for their most difficult challenge yet. The portal to the Spectrum of the Realms must be sealed, and punishments must be carried out. Will the Gods take all that is dear to Vincent, James, and Cole Shilo?
“Flesh cannot take away that which our souls have united.”
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Stars blinked, and Vincent scowled at the firmament. They mocked him—tiny gems as out of his reach as the treasure he sought. With a snarl, he scanned the area around the empty town square, whirled to face Simpson drive, and then jabbed his hand toward the deserted street of the city’s east side.
The summoning command echoed through the night and then ebbed into the quiet atmosphere with no result.
A frog croaked from Center Creek somewhere within the park to his right. The urban green rustled and deep shadows waved as the breeze whispered along the tall border hedges. A cat padded from an alley between the north side commerce onto the sidewalk and then looked his way. The dim streetlight reflected in its eyes, two silver discs that taunted alongside the night sky.
With a growl, he punched his frustration into the air. Blue neon flashed from his fist. The bolt highlighted the crimson brick storefronts and plowed into the street with a resounding blast. Asphalt bulleted the commerce, shattering glass behind the barred windows, and pelted the granite griffin perched on top of the corner archway of the entrance to Shilo Park.
The cat darted back the way it came.
Vincent snarled. Turning toward the city center, he clenched his jaw and glared around the empty court. How many times have I tried to summon the Mother Earth beads from here already? Every faithful follower of the gods had come to witness the absence of Gryffin. When they left, the park was in shambles. It took three weeks to pick up all the rubble and return the vegetation to its rightful state. He glanced over his shoulder at the stone gargoyle. The god of conformance couldn’t have made a more striking statement with that disappearance act—and the beads couldn’t have been lost at a worst time. Anyone could have stashed them away, thrilled to find such a keep.
Vincent ground his teeth together so hard his temples ached. Humidity thickened the early summer night and carried the sulfuric odor from the west side industries. It coated his senses with added irritation. Where was the floral scent of Shilo Park? He needed the sweet comfort it held.
Releasing his breath, he whispered a vow he didn’t intend to sustain. “Elaina, you will never touch another magical charm as long as you live.”
He glanced at his watch and sighed an anxious breath. I need to get home.
How long before his brothers questioned his excursions? How long could he keep the disappearance of the relic a secret?
Furling his cape, he dispersed his elements into a fine mist. He allowed his dark essence to meander as he flew the length of the boulevard, recalling the crowded scene. Pilgrimage buggies, tents, covered wagons; they were only a portion of the massive gathering of faithful that had finally cleared the area.
Irritation rippled his essence. With a growl, he conceded failure and headed over the southern apricot orchards to Shilo Manor.
Character Name: Vincent Shilo
Character Bio: Vincent is the youngest brother of the Sentinels based on Cornerstone Deep. He excels in element manipulation and has an “explosive” personality. He loves life, is pretty carefree and is the bane of his oldest brother’s (Cole) existence at times. The love of his long life, and soul mate, is Elaina.
Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?
Vincent settles back into the armchair and then brushes his pant leg. “Well, I guess I’d say I’m a love life or get out of the way sort of guy. And my best and worst quality?” He chuckles. “My ability to produce electrical charges, and my ability to produce electrical charges.”
What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?
“Do you know what it’s like growing up with greatness in the form of your father and two brothers?” He shakes his head. “Much of the time, I learned at my mother’s knee. You see, I’m living my first lifespan. Father never deemed me mature enough to work with the ethereal, so to the basics of elemental manipulation I was tossed while they carried out the true workings of a Sentinel to the Realms. I guess they never expected to really need me to fill the Triad in the circle… at least not so soon.”
What are you most afraid of?
Vincent lowers his gaze and answers in a soft voice. “Losing my eternal companion.” He looks at Jeanine. “You can’t imagine the grief that follows until we are able to reunite in her next life at the right time. The time a part is the worst nightmare to endure.”
What do you want more than anything?
“My Elaina’s happiness. Of course.”
What is your relationship status?
Vincent flashes his bright smile. “I’m happily married to the most beautiful red-head in the Arched Spectrum of Realms.”
How would you describe your sense of fashion?
He looks down at his leather jacket, black jeans and riding boots, and then runs his fingers through his unruly hair. “I’d say it’s about right.”
How much of a rebel are you?
“All I need is a cause.”
What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?
Vincent chuckles. “Aside from getting Cole’s love life back on track? Getting the old brood’s love life back on track.”
What is your idea of happiness?
“Ah, holding Elaina while the warm breeze blows under a bright sun. Nothing is more beautiful.”
What is your current state of mind?
Vincent runs his hands down his thighs and looks to the side with a sigh. “Well, actually I’m a bit frustrated.” His knuckles glow red and he cocks a grin. “Charlene originally assigned Cole to this interview and somehow be bribed his way out of it. I have a feeling it has something to do with what’s coming in the next book, but I can’t be sure. I just know I feel on the hot seat. So, could we move on to the next question?”
What is your most treasured possession?
“Easy. Well, I don’t possess her, but she’s mine. Elaina.”
Which living person do you, most despise?
Vincent kicks his foot and then braces it on his knee. “Now that’s a hard one to explain. Seeing as we see things in an eternal perspective and all souls are alive… just reincarnated, I’d have to say… my father. Now I know he was reborn and doesn’t remember his former life, but I wouldn’t put it past him to find a way to recall and continue his selfish intentions.”
What is your greatest regret?
“Okay. This doesn’t go beyond you and me.” He leans forward as if to whisper but speaks in a low voice. “I regret treating the old brood like an old brood before I understood what it was like to have a soul mate.” He leaned back in his chair. “He really suffered those years without Mianna, and I kept on him to move on. Find love and accept it. But you just can’t when a soul speaks to you as a soul mate’s does.”
Which living person do you most admire?
In a strong voice he says, “Charlene A. Wilson. Yes, that’s who I admire.” He smiles, nods at Jeanine and winks, pointing out the computer screen.
What is your motto?
“Don’t fight love. Embrace it. And then fight whatever comes to keep it.”
Charlene A. Wilson is an author of tales that take you to other dimensions. She weaves magic, lasting love, and intrigue to immerse you into the lives of her characters.
She began writing in her early teens when her vivid dreams stayed with her long after she had them. The characters and worlds were so amazing she brought them to life through her books.
Charlene resides in a small community in Arkansas, USA, with her two beautiful daughters, husband, a cuddly Pekingese, and a very chatty cockatiel named Todder.
Author site: http://CharleneAWilson.com