Destiny by Charlene A. Wilson


Stars blinked, and Vincent scowled at the firmament. They mocked him—tiny

gems as out of his reach as the treasure he sought. With a snarl, he scanned the area

around the empty town square, whirled to face Simpson drive, and then jabbed his hand

toward the deserted street of the city’s east side.


The summoning command echoed through the night and then ebbed into the quiet

atmosphere with no result.

A frog croaked from Center Creek somewhere within the park to his right. The

urban green rustled and deep shadows waved as the breeze whispered along the tall

border hedges. A cat padded from an alley between the north side commerce onto the

sidewalk and then looked his way. The dim streetlight reflected in its eyes, two silver

discs that taunted alongside the night sky.

With a growl, he punched his frustration into the air. Blue neon flashed from his

fist. The bolt highlighted the crimson brick storefronts and plowed into the street with a

resounding blast. Asphalt bulleted the commerce, shattering glass behind the barred

windows, and pelted the granite griffin perched on top of the corner archway of the

entrance to Shilo Park.

The cat darted back the way it came.

Vincent snarled. Turning toward the city center, he clenched his jaw and glared

around the empty court. How many times have I tried to summon the Mother Earth beads

from here already? Every faithful follower of the gods had come to witness the absence

of Gryffin. When they left, the park was in shambles. It took three weeks to pick up all

the rubble and return the vegetation to its rightful state. He glanced over his shoulder at

the stone gargoyle. The god of conformance couldn’t have made a more striking

statement with that disappearance act—and the beads couldn’t have been lost at a worst

time. Anyone could have stashed them away, thrilled to find such a keep.

Vincent ground his teeth together so hard his temples ached. Humidity thickened

the early summer night and carried the sulfuric odor from the west side industries. It

coated his senses with added irritation. Where was the floral scent of Shilo Park? He

needed the sweet comfort it held.

Releasing his breath, he whispered a vow he didn’t intend to sustain. “Elaina, you

will never touch another magical charm as long as you live.”

He glanced at his watch and sighed an anxious breath. I need to get home.

How long before his brothers questioned his excursions? How long could he keep

the disappearance of the relic a secret?

Furling his cape, he dispersed his elements into a fine mist. He allowed his dark

essence to meander as he flew the length of the boulevard, recalling the crowded scene.

Pilgrimage buggies, tents, covered wagons; they were only a portion of the massive

gathering of faithful that had finally cleared the area.

Irritation rippled his essence. With a growl, he conceded failure and headed over

the southern apricot orchards to Shilo Manor.


Cornerstone Deep
Book 3
Charlene A. Wilson
Genre: Paranormal/light sci-fi/ Fantasy
Publisher: Spectrum Publishing
Date of Publication: May 11, 2015
ISBN 10: 0989984656
ISBN 13: 978-0-9899846-5-2
Number of pages: 200
Word Count: 52,886
Cover Artist: Charlene A. Wilson       
Book Description:
Angels, Gods, High Ones… Could anything else find its way into the prophecy caused by their father, Sylis Shilo, the renowned realm traveler? Vincent understands there were things in his father’s work he wasn’t privy to simply because his soul was too young, but how could this be kept a secret from even his brothers? The more he learns, the more he’s glad he hadn’t known.
The sentinels of Cornerstone Deep are in for their most difficult challenge yet. The portal to the Spectrum of the Realms must be sealed, and punishments must be carried out. Will the Gods take all that is dear to Vincent, James, and Cole Shilo?
“Flesh cannot take away that which our souls have united.”


Available at Amazon
About the Author:
Charlene A. Wilson is an author of tales that take you to other dimensions. She weaves magic, lasting love, and intrigue to immerse you into the lives of her characters.
She began writing in her early teens when her vivid dreams stayed with her long after she had them. The characters and worlds were so amazing she brought them to life through her books.
Charlene resides in a small community in Arkansas, USA, with her two beautiful daughters, husband, a cuddly Pekingese, and a very chatty cockatiel named Todder.

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