Revolution (The Revelation Series Book 4) (23 page)

Glossa
ry

CHAPTER 1

ma a'u o: my friend (Samoan)

media nocte in templo: the midnight temple (Latin)

CHAPTER 2

Amant: lover (Romanian)

doamnă frumoasă: beautiful lady (Romanian)

CHAPTER 3

Batya: Daughter of Heaven (Latin)

Dialect Translations

CHAPTER 1

Ua leva tele ona o'u le toe va'ai ia oe: Long time no see (Samoan)

O ai lou igoa: What’s your name (Samoan)

E le o inei le tama: He’s not here (Samoan)

E na'o 'oe: Are you alone (Samoan)

CHAPTER 12

Be on guard for an attack, or danger. Warriors, have your weapons ready: Est er aglo dur er ágra an jux, ágra-lem quó er ágra-char tim-por. (Garish)

What struggle has fallen within this temple: Qua ágra-tas prae-tim:dur ad ku-ánte ter-ort. (Garish)

Dead. Everyone. All of them. : In-korp. lem-múr. All er ílem. (Garish)

Magic?: An-ort? (Garish)

Demon?: Daemon? (Garish)

No. An Evil Enemy. And Gargoyle: Ni. De bal an-ámo-lem an gargl. (Garish)

CHAPTER 13

Zhen pri, tu-tim: Family first, forever. (Garish)

CHAPTER 14

Tas ámotas: My love (Garish)

ágra-lem: Warrior (Garish)

CHAPTER 21

Ilem jur pri tú-tim, ew tú-tim pri pos-tim ali ide in-zen, mání, vas-wís, ew ter-ort. Esta-de ai esta Ilem de, Ilem pos-tim in-saengkt pri, tú-tim: I promise you forever, and forever you shall have my heart, soul, mind and body. With everything that I am, I will protect you, always. (Garish)

Coming Soon

RESTORATION:

The Revelation Series

Finale

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Restoration.

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Excerpt from Resto
ration

THE MIST IS BREATHTAKING as it creeps hauntingly onto the property, bathing the lush landscaping in bluish-grey hues. I allow myself to succumb to its magical allure, as I take in a deep, cleansing breath, filling my lungs.

My hazel eyes drop to the pad of paper sitting on my lap. With my index finger, I trace the numerous sketches of a circular, barbed wired dragon that I’ve drawn over, and over, again, in shades of blacks and grays. I know it means something. What? I don’t know.

With a rough exhale, I place the notebook and pen next to me, on my favorite bench under the old oak tree, and brush my bare feet across the dewy blades of emerald grass. The world is still. Silent. Embodying a sense of calm and peace. Somehow, in this moment, I know my mind needs tranquility.

Vaguely, I hear a voice in the back of my head. It speaks to me quietly. Whispering words of protection and love. My memories sit locked in a jar, inside my mind. It’s painful to try and release them. I knit my brows. I don’t recall how I got here. Or why my feet are bare. I’m not even sure where here is.

The warm breeze picks up slightly and my light brown hair lifts and twirls in the wind. I attempt to get control of the wild strands, my hand brushes over the wound on my head, beneath hairline. Something else I don’t remember.

Curling my feet under my legs I cover them with my long, white cotton dress and take in the quiet grounds. I’m unsure how I know, but there was a heaviness that used to inhabit my chest. Now, it’s gone. I believe it pleases me to feel nothing. I think...

Today, unlike all the other days that I’ve sat in this very spot, the feeling of loneliness seeps into my soul. It’s a revelation that produces an eerie emptiness deep within me. My heart is vacant. Something isn’t right. I’m not right. Confusion sets in again. I shake my head slowly, trying to remove the cobwebs that have wrapped their intricate, tangled maze around my memories and thoughts.

I order myself to take in even, slow breaths to calm my now erratic heartbeat. The balmy breeze picks up once again, carrying with it the familiar and comforting scent of bubble gum. With curiosity, my eyes lift and focus on a shadow beginning to form within the mist.

I watch in awe as the darkness produces an outline of a person. Even with my eyes glued to the unknown petite figure, I’m not afraid. I feel nothing. No emotion. The silhouette comes closer. I reach my hand out awkwardly to touch it, but at the last minute, pull away.

“Are you okay?” the shadow asks with concern laced in its recognizable voice.

At the sound, my heart stops. There’s silence as the silhouette waits for an answer. I open and close my mouth, trying to understand and form intelligent words at what I’m witnessing.

The unknown being sighs in disappointment at my disposition and begins to slowly edge closer to me. I think it believes I’m scared of it, so it’s treading light as not to spook me.

The dark shadow breaks through the heavy mist and comes into focus. For a moment, I can only stare in disbelief. My body is frozen in place. I can’t pull my gaze away from her.

Memories float through me like a movie. Snapshots of cherished moments. The locked jar releases just enough to help me understand who and what I’m seeing. I swallow hard when the recollection hits me.

“I think I’m having an outlandish dream,” I whisper, trying to find my voice.

“No shit.” the dark outline says with sarcasm dripping from its lips. “Same one?”

My gaze lifts and locks onto a pair of chocolate orbs, staring warmly at me.

“Oh God.” I exhale on a weak breath.

“I feel like we’ve had this conversation before,” the amused voice says.

The ghost kneels in front of me, enfolding my hands in one of its and uses the other to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. The apparition smiles and it makes me want to cry.

“I’m here to help you find your way back, Eve Collins.” It speaks in a low, lulling tone.

“I’m lost?” I question in a soft voice.

“You are,” it confirms.

I pause for a moment. “I don’t…I don’t think I’m meant to be here,” I say, mystified.

“You are meant to be,” the spirit replies. “Everything happened the way it was meant to.”

The words trigger something inside of me and for the first time in days, I feel. Emotion flows through my veins almost painfully. My heart and soul fill with a surge of grief and my eyes begin to sting with a rush of tears.

“Aria?” I choke out.

Acknowled
gements

I say this after each book, but I truly mean it, a huge thank you to my husband, daughter, family, and friends. Without their love and support, none of this would be possible.

Kris Kendall we’ve been here before lady, but I honestly don’t know how I would do this without you. I’d probably just sit in a corner and rock all day while the voices took over and used too many adverbs and commas. Best. Editor. Ever! I love and adore you, lady.

The team at Rock Star Lit, Chas, Hang, and Jessica rock my world. Thank you for your ongoing love and support.

Bravebird Publishing has designed the covers for the entire series (
Revelation
excluded) and they always hit a home run. This one is no different. Thank you for visually telling this story.

As always, a special thank you to the beta readers: Sara Dustin, Maureen Switalski, Terri Thomas, Theresa Hernandez, Heather White, Kayla Clinton, and others, for your continued dedication toward this series and these characters.

What can I say Callan’s aprons have a mind of their own, so thank you for always allowing them to steal scenes. A big shout out to Kelli Winter, who won the opportunity to name a character in
Revolution
, Zyla the Goddess of Protection is forever in your debt. Huge hugs to Lola Montalvo, who won the opportunity to name a chapter in
Revolution
. Full Circle was perfection for this book.

To all the amazing bloggers who ALWAYS host my books with enthusiasm and love, there are not enough words to show my appreciation. Thank you all for being warm and accepting of this series. I truly can’t express my gratitude enough.

Randi’s Rebels, you all ROCK! I adore spending time with you daily. I love that you love these characters as I do. You’re all such a huge part of this series. Thanks for supporting, loving, and spreading the word about the series and just being fan-tabulous.

As always, my deepest gratitude to the readers, thank you for taking a chance on this series. I’m humbled that you’ve embraced it as you have. It’s been a journey of self-discovery, love and sacrifice for not only these characters, but me as well. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your reading library and literary world!

About
the Author

Randi Cooley Wilson is a “New Adult” Paranormal/Fantasy and Contemporary Romance author. She was born and raised in Massachusetts where she attended Bridgewater State University and graduated with a degree in Communication Studies. After graduation, she moved to California where she lived happily bathed in sunshine and warm weather for fifteen years. She and her husband recently moved back to Massachusetts with their daughter where she was encouraged to begin writing again.

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