Sneak Peek – The Dream Maker

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Sneak Peek – The Dream Maker

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May,2014
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My posts have been few and far between as I’ve been writing and editing up a storm on my new WIP, tentatively titled, The Dream Maker. Here’s a sneak peek:

Mayan ColumnAlexis rolled her shoulders trying to relieve the ache that ran from her neck to the center of her back. They’d searched through two of the three books found in the first urn and hadn’t found a thing that made sense to either of them. Nothing that helped them understand why they were there or what they should do.

“Okay, let’s go through this last one and if we don’t find anything, we’ll have to get out of here and regroup,” Elliott said.

“I wish we knew what we were looking for. This seems so pointless. Why couldn’t Su-Son just tell us where to find the Firestone and what to do with it? I don’t understand why we have to feel our way through all this. They must know what’s going on. Why don’t we?”

“I don’t know for sure but I’ve been wondering about the same thing. I have some thoughts about it.”

Alexis waited for Elliott to say something more, but he just opened the third book and began scanning the bark-paper pages.

“Are you going to tell me or do I have to guess?” Alexis leaned closer to Elliott to get his attention.

He looked up at her. “What?”

“You were saying you had some thoughts about why we…”

“Later. We have to figure out what’s in these books. The air isn’t getting any better in here and those soldiers out there are circling the temple and we have to find a way out of here.”

“Fine.” She was exasperated with him, but he was right. They were in danger. Maybe more danger than they could handle.

They worked together reading through the last pages of the book. Alexis scanned down the page and at the very bottom saw the symbol for Atlantis.

“There! Urn number ninety-nine.” She stood and walked to the wall of urns, scanning for the right one.

Elliott stood beside her. “Ninety-nine is the numeric representation of Pure Energy in Sacred Geometry,” he said.

She looked up at him. “Where do you get this stuff?” She shook her head. “Never mind.”

Elliott helped her drag the urn to the center of the room and held it while she worked at unsealing the lid. When she opened it, she was disappointed to find another book inside. But when she pulled it out, she noticed two stones in the bottom of the urn.

She reached in to get one and it started to glow with a blue light that seemed to come from the very core of the stone itself.

“Oh, my god,” Alexis yelped. She pulled her hand out of the urn.

“What’s wrong?” Elliott leaned over the urn to look inside.

“That stone. It was lighting up.”

Elliott reached into the urn and pulled out both of the stones. “You must have activated some kind of energy field when you got close to them. They aren’t doing anything now.” He opened his hands and showed her the two stones lying inert in his palms, one dark red and one a deep purple.

“This one looks like tourmaline,” he said, holding out the hand with the red stone. “And this blue flecked one might be lapis lazuli. They’re interesting choices…”

“What do you mean?”

“See if one calls out to more than the other. Place your hands over mine about six inches above the stones.”

What did he mean, see if one called out to her? She was hesitant. She had been able to push aside what Su-Son had said about her ability with crystals while they were scrambling around looking for a link to the symbol in the first temple. It was just another archeological quest. Even when she and Elliott had exhibited those freakish extra-sensory powers, she had focused only on what they would find.

But now, she was going to test this whole idea that she had some kind of energy in her that would do…what? Light them up? Would they be warm to the touch?

“Come on, give it a try.” Elliott broke into her thoughts.

Alexis reached her hands out and held them, palms down, above the stones. As soon as she was within about twelve inches of the stones, they both began to glow from within, as though a light was shining from the inside out. But when her hands were held above the stones, the blue one – the lapis lazuli – sent a warmth up into her palm.

“The blue one is heating up. Do you feel it?” she asked.

“No. The red one feels warm to me. Here,” he said, offering her the blue stone.

When she took it in her hand the light brightened.

“See if you can control that light, Alexis.”

She looked up at Elliott. He was waiting expectantly for her to do something. His dark eyes were focused on her face, not on the stones. There was excitement flowing through him, as though he had made a great discovery. And then she sensed another emotion – he was trying to hide it – love, desire.

“Don’t,” she said, turning away from him. She clamped her hands closed in fists and the stone in her hand began to pulse.

“What’s wrong?” he said, walking up close behind her.

“I can feel what you feel.” She turned and faced him. “Don’t love me, Elliott.”

His expression changed, a tight-lipped hardness replacing the joy she had seen only a moment ago.

“Put the stone in your pocket. We have to take this book and the stones and get the hell out of here.”  He turned away from her, placed the book in his pack and started putting the lids on the urns they had opened. She watched him roll them back into place, the muscles in his arms flexing as he moved the heavy pottery jars. Pain and disappointment poured from his heart, igniting a fiery anger inside him.

“I don’t hear anything outside right now. They could be gone, or they are hiding somewhere, waiting for us to show up at the campsite.” He kept his back to her.

She didn’t want to hurt him, but she had to. It was the only way to save his life.

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Marlie Bridges
You Belong To Me by Marlie Bridges Available on Amazon

One Comment so far:

  1. Sounds like a great story, Marlie! Can’t wait to read the entire book. It’s filled with intrigue.

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