Author Note: A Day as Dark as Night is a modern day tale set in a made-up town in the center of Minnesota.Even though it is a YA novella, it has been enjoyed by all ages. Here is an excerpt straight from the pages of my book. I hope it intrigues you. Enjoy!
Turning the page, she froze. At the top of the page was the same design of the necklace the Gustavos all wore, along with three dots marking each point of a triangle with a dot in the center. With shaking hands, she set the book onto the table and began to read. After several minutes, Maya looked to each of her friends, took a deep breath, and said, “Guys, you’re in this book.”
“It can’t be us, Maya. That book is older than our great-great-great-whatever grandparents,” Roam replied, turning from in front of a wall of bookshelves while flipping jet black bangs out of his eyes, only for his hair to return exactly the way it had been.
“Then answer me this. Was there anything special about the day you were born?”
Rove lifted his head from a box he was rummaging in, his red streaks more evident with the sunlight streaming in through the window. “There was an eclipse. Mom said it was darker than usual, almost like it was night lasting longer than normal.”
“Then you’re in this book.”
“As much as I would like to agree with you, it’s just not possible, Maya,” Rune stated as he examined a bronze statue in his hand, white streaks of hair falling into his eyes. “You said yourself the book is too old.”
“Then explain this.” She picked up the book, holding it open in her hands. “‘On a day as dark as night three will be born with powers that will surpass all others, with unique names to remind them of their passage.’”
“That isn’t us, Maya,” Roam said as he drew his attention back to the bookshelves he had been scanning. “We’re vampires, not witches.”
“Warlocks,” Rove corrected.
“Or wizards,” Rune added.
Maya held up a hand to continue, “‘These three will be born of Dracula with traits as black as night, identical in face, but individual in appearance.’”
Rune, still holding the statue, turned his gaze to Maya. “What else does it say?”
Maya cleared her throat and began to read again. “The firstborn will be able to travel undetected; the second-born will be able to hear all but not be heard; the third-born will be able to detect danger from miles away.’”
The statue Rune had been holding left his hands and hit the floor with a thud.
“The next part though doesn’t make sense,” Maya said as she bit her lower lip, staring at the page in the book.
“You mean it’s made sense so far?” Roam questioned as he turned to look at each of his brothers. “Maybe we should all take a look.”
Maya waited as they stood around her like before. She watched as Rune pointed to the crescent moon and sun at the top of the page, and below that the mark they all shared.
“I may regret saying this,” Rove stated, “but read the next part.”
“‘On the hour of the three’s seventeenth birthday, only when the fourth with unknown and unsurpassed powers is linked, their powers, passed down from Dracula and Merlin, will combine to make them as one.’”
“Excuse me,” Rune choked, “did you say Merlin?”
“Holy crap on a cracker,” Rune said as he stared at Maya in disbelief.
“How can that be?” Rove interjected. “Merlin is mythological.”
Maya looked shockingly at Rove. “You have got to be kidding me. How can you not believe in Merlin when you believe in Dracula?”
“Because of these,” Rove answered showing his fangs. “There is no proof Merlin ever existed.”
“But there’s proof of Dracula?”
“Again,” stated Rove, pointing at his fangs.
“You could just be freaks of nature you know, not direct descendants of Dracula.”
“Can freaks of nature do this?” Rove bared his fangs, and with lightning speed, went from standing next to Maya, to the other side of the room, then back again. He stared into her eyes, making the color in his own turn red.
“He’s got a point,” Rune said as Maya shoved Rove away, sticking out her tongue. Rove returned the gesture, only in her ear.
“Will you two knock it off,” Roam interjected with a laugh. “The important thing is not Merlin right now. Who is the fourth? There are only three of us.”
“Well, technically there are four of us right now in this room.” Rune smirked, as Rove threw a small object from the other side of the table.
“Maybe there were four of you and one didn’t make it?” Maya asked.
“No, that doesn’t make sense. Didn’t the book say something about unknown power and needing to link with us?”
“Read it again, Maya,” Rove asked as he zipped back toward them.
Rune’s head snapped up. “That will have to wait. We have to leave. Now!”
Growing up in the seventies and eighties, video games were played at an Arcade and the Wide World of Disney played a different movie every Sunday for families to enjoy. Large families were not uncommon and an imagination was encouraged. I remember mostly playing hide and seek with my two brothers and three sisters, and going to the local library for story hour with my mom. This is where my love of books began. I loved to walk between the rows and rows of books at the library, looking through as many books as I could before picking out my favorites to take home with me.
I remember receiving a notebook in Elementary School where I wrote my first stories, and as I got older writing my own version to books I had read. Then one day I heard a quote in reference to writing, and a new goal in life began.
‘If you wake up in the morning and all you can think about is writing,
then you are meant to be writer.’
It has been a long journey, with many rejection letters and giving up, until the day my sister sent me a newspaper clipping for a meeting of local writers at her library. I stepped out of my protective bubble and crashed the meeting. I ended up sitting next to the one person who welcomed me into Fire and Ice.
I am a true Minnesotan, born and raised. I share my life with my husband of twenty-five years and two grown sons. If I am not writing you can usually find me in my art room, spending time with family, or outside with my beloved American Bulldog, Mylo.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it; A Day as Dark as Night is the first book of the Dark as Night trilogy, and my first published work. I assure you it will not be my last.
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