A Voice That Thunders (Voice that Thunders #1)
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She knew the reason; she’d known in that moment when she immersed herself in the river.
She put her doubts to the side. He hadn’t betrayed her. He’d been as bound as everyone else. The only way to truly have him was after he’d cut his ties to Shemyaza.
Love required freedom, if not free then it became something else, something twisted.
She realised now, love was never a remedy for her insecurity, fears and pain. It burns freely and never for selfish gain. It burns like unquenchable flames which river floodwaters can never sweep away.
This was love, and this was freedom. This was now their time. He was free and so was she to enter a new season. Whatever came after would be their choosing.
He slipped on the ring and declared. ‘I am yours and you are mine.’
The passion and hunger in his eyes as he came to claim her, made her shudder. She looked in his eyes and promised she’d never let Shemyaza enslave him again.
❊
Beyond her hearing, the Beast laughed and smiled at the Taphas ring still on her finger.
End of Book One
Acknowledgements
Writing this book has been an epic journey of discovery and I’d like to thank the following people:
My mum who started me on my path. If you hadn’t asked me to join you on that writing course, I never would have visualized Ammo.
My daughters, Tasha and Rachel, for losing their mother for the year and their endless support and feedback.
My Professor, Anthony Caleshu, for his commitment, patience and assistance in realising my ideas.
To all my family and friends who have patiently waited for my mind to return to the real world.
Cover designed by: Maria Spada
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About the Author
Cully Mack received her BA in English Literature and Creative Writing and her MA in Creative Writing at Plymouth University. She resides in England with Leo her loyal four legged companion who knows more about Gabe, Mirah, (and the rest of the characters mingling in Cully’s head) than any dog should.
Some days he woofed, are you forgetting my walk? Other days he spent forever in sun speckled forests whilst Cully argued with characters who insisted on their own paths. Most days he tilted his head, we’ve been over this a thousand times. Now his amber gaze watches—judges, what about Nuri? Cully isn’t sure why he’s so uptight. It’s not like he doesn’t know what happens in book two…
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A Scream That Shatters
(Voice That Thunders Series book two)
They’d all been told. If Shemyaza’s Wielders and Nephilim perished it was up to them to ensure he died. Of the five sent into Isriq only he remained. His fellow brothers in anguish fled like bolting rabbits, never to return.
So he watched and waited. Waited for the opportune moment.
Hidden in plain sight. No one here knew his burdens, his torment, his face.
His mind regurgitated the horror, the threats. The glee as Shemyaza drank their pain. Dagger pushed in hand, promoted. Assassin was now his name. Never take another’s life his father always said.
And here he was ready to ambush, watching and waiting for the opportune moment.
Why?
A promise. He knew it was a lie but a slim chance, it could save them…
No one noticed as he prowled, smashing his terracotta figurine against the floor. No one noticed as his dagger almost slipped from his belt.
He saw them all seated high, saw the adoration of the crowds. Saw the one marked by Shemyaza for destruction.
Liquor breath quelled his doubts. He exited the inn into the celebrations, searching, waiting.
He’d never know if Shemyaza kept his promise but still he might...
One thing he knew—his last words. It was insisted he say them.
Shemyaza requires your heart.