Title: The Gathering: Book One of The Lia Fail Chronicles
Genre: Epic, Urban, Post-Apocalyptic, Paranormal, Family Saga, Fantasy, Adventure, Romance with Thriller and horror undertones
Page Numbers: 478
Publisher: S.L. Dearing
The world as we know it is gone.
There are no more countries, states, or cities. No more traditional government… only survivors who have created a new world made up of small colonies.
It has been thirteen years since the last World War and the village of Lia Fail sits peacefully above the Hollywood Reservoir in the Santa Monica Mountains. The settlement is making ready to host the fall Gathering. A time to remember the past as well as discover new loves, old friends, family, and fun, but just as the festivities begin, the people in Lia Fail begin to experience strange goings on they can’t explain. Unseen forces attack several guests and friends begin to distrust friends. When they receive news of a horrific massacre, they realize they must face an impending dark evil that threatens to destroy the tranquil village.
Alia Stark, the queen of Lia Fail, must face this malevolent force alongside her oldest and dearest friends. The fate of her people, the lives of her children and freedom itself rests in her hands. Will she have the courage to do what must be done… and at what price?
This is the beginning of a journey that will change all of their lives forever.
The Gathering: Book One of the Lia Fail Chronicles is the first in a new Paranormal, Fantasy, and Adventure Series.
This book contains violence and sexual situations and is intended for a mature audience.
~ Excerpt ~
Sean Lantry moved easily through the villagers as they ran between their homes and their stands, preparing for the week’s festivities. He turned the corner and walked into the main quad, where he stopped and stared up at Paul Stark’s memorial.
It was a stone column that rose thirty feet in the air. Carved into the column were reliefs of Paul’s life. Sean himself had carved the third from the top. He felt the smile on his face melt as he saw the top of the obelisk, and thought of his friend. Sean flashed down and walked on towards the barracks. As he walked, he remembered.
Sean Lantry had been the CEO of Fortune Tide Productions before the War. He lived in a palace by the sea in the beautiful town of Malibu. He had a gorgeous girlfriend, who wanted nothing more than to please him in any way possible. He could remember the way her long blonde hair smelled like fresh flowers. Her skin was golden and soft like velvet. He could remember the way she felt when he was inside of her, the arch of her back, the shuddering of her body and the noises she made when she came. He stopped for a minute and suddenly felt ashamed; he remembered that for all of her sacrifices, he had never loved her and now all these years later, he couldn’t even remember her name. He had been a different man then.
When the rains began, he had known that they should leave, but she didn’t want to go. It had been miraculous that the home hadn’t been destroyed during the bombings and had been spared from the fires; she felt it was the safest place they could be. Sean knew they were on borrowed time. He had been raised in Los Angeles and knew that the next round of trouble was about to start.
He had been upstairs packing a bag, determined to get out and get to safety when he heard the crash. There was a horrible boom that was followed by a loud creaking, then the snapping of wood and tiny chinks of broken glass. Then he heard the scream. He could still hear that scream. He ran to the ledge of the balcony and looked down to see her clinging to the edge of the fireplace.
He heard her screaming his name and he rushed to the edge of the stairs, now submerged in water. Her eyes were desperate as she pled with him to save her. He couldn’t see the tears against her wet face, but he knew she was crying and he ran to her. They never saw the second wave coming. It crashed into the living room, up to the ceiling and knocked him back against the wall. He felt the water close over him and start to pull him off the ledge. He reached out and grabbed for anything. His hands fell on the metal banister, cool and slick to the touch. His fingers closed around the slippery pole and he held on with every ounce of strength he had. The water twisted and pulled at him for what seemed like forever, until it felt as if his chest would explode. Finally, the water moved away and he felt the air rush into his lungs. As he gasped, he opened his eyes and focused at the fireplace. She was gone.
As he remembered how he had called out her name, he felt a twinge, as he still had no idea what it was. There had been silence, and as he stared out the window he saw another wave beginning to gather.
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S. L. Dearing was raised in Westlake Village, California and grew up in Phoenix, Arizona. Shannon attended Cal Poly San Luis Obispo, then spent several years studying at Los Angeles City College’s renowned Television/ Film program. She has worked on several film projects in many capacities: directing, writing, 1st Asst. Director, Etc.. She is a book reviewer for the Big Blend Magazine and Champagne Sunday’s radio show as well as the GMTA Literary Community and has a review list on her blog, …And Everything in Between.
Shannon has been writing since grade school. Over the years she has written several screenplays, poems, plays and short stories. She is currently working on her Lia Fail Series, The Gathering: Book One of the Lia Fail Chronicles and From The Gathering to The Bridging (A collection of short stories that provide backstory and a bridge to the next novel) are available now. She is working on the next nove, The Bridging: Book Two of The Lia Fail Chronicles, due out soon. In addition, she has short stories in the anthologies, Apocalypse: An Anthology of Readers and Authors, Paranormal Anthology with a TWIST, Stalkers: A Collection of Thriller Stories, published and edited by Cynthia Shepp, as well as a short story in All Our Love published through Novel Grounds. She currently lives in the the San Fernando Valley of Southern California.