Echo of Eternity
The Zulu Chronicles
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Epic Fantasy/Time Travel
Date of Publication: January 2020
Number of pages: 349
Word Count: 77,000 words
Trina Loveless is a young, beautiful female Lawyer living in New York City. She has it all. She is wealthy. She has the glamorous clothes. The flyest exotic supercars! She has jewelry and the multi-million dollar Penthouse. She and her girlfriends are living their best lives in Manhattan. She is a savvy Lawyer, yet Trina has no luck with men!
Trina is searching for that one, perfect love in all of the right places. All she finds is playboys and creeps! She continues to be cheated on, and disrespected by men. Trina is biracial. She is half African American and half Irish. Her father hails from Africa, her mother is from Ireland. Trina has never met her father’s family. Trina goes to Africa to locate her relatives on her fathers’ side of the family there. Trina undergoes a life-changing journey of cultural awareness and self-discovery. She meets her relatives that are of a legendary tribe of African Zulu warriors. She begins a pilgrimage and an epic journey across the continent of Africa, to reach her ancestral tribal clan. Trina while searching the tribal history of her ancestors finds herself somehow 200 years into her past in ancient Africa .
Trina finds herself in the middle of the rise of the legendary African King Shaka Zulu! She finds herself in the middle of tribal warfare and slavery! Trina falls hard for a handsome young African Prince named Adawande. But the Zulu’s think she is a spy! Also the tribal monk/sorcerers called The Shama Majite might want her dead!
How would Trina get back to 2019! And could she leave the love of her life, that she could not find in the 21st century?
Bear witness to an epic, time- traveling, romantic adventure like no other! Filled with love, lust, skullduggery, sorcery, and the paranormal. A romantic tale for the Ages!
Excerpt from Chapter 1 TRINA LOVELESS
I was a loser at love until I won. But first my heart was broken in my dreams. My young, red heart broken in a dream. A nightmare of bliss. It was strange. But was my dream a nightmare or a bliss? It was both. How could this be? Let me tell you. First there was the strangeness that happened before the nightmares. It all began with that clock that I bought to place in my kitchen upon the wall. Now I didn’t need a clock. I mean they are practically obsolete as everyone uses cell phones nowadays to check the time. But I having recently moved into my incredible Penthouse decided that I should have a nice clock in my kitchen. I placed it right above my kitchen table to gaze up at in the mornings, while I sipped upon my coffee.
Everything was fine at first. It “tic-tocked”. Then one morning I awoke and the clock was on the floor. So I just placed it back up on its nail and all was well right? Wrong. When I returned from the office that night guess what? That clock was back on the floor! Again! What the hell!
What did I do? I hung it more securely with a bigger nail. And the next morning it was on the floor again! That’s when I took that friggen clock and tossed it in the garbage! I tossed it down the garbage chute in the hallway! I heard it slip and slide into its glorious disappearance! I went to bed that night and slept well. When I awoke in the morning to get my eggs and bacon what did I see?
You guessed it. There it was up there on the wall again! What in the hell?! Was I becoming delusional? Maybe it was my hard partying. I will admit me and my girlfriends we partied hard. But what of it? Maybe it was the alcohol. But no! I mean I did see that damn clock on the ground after I placed it securely on that nail! I saw it again as it slid down that garbage chute.
I gazed up at that thing. I sighed and I could hear it “tic-tocking”. Suddenly that clock it stopped! I froze in horror as I saw the hands slowly reversing! That did it! “What in the hell is happening here”! yelled I! My hands are on my head! I snatched the clock off of the wall and tossed it to the ground! The clear plastic cover shatters! It is slow-motion shattering like a hundred, broken dreams! I stomp upon it! Pieces are everywhere upon the kitchen floor! I swept them up and tossed the broken clock into the trash.
I awoke the next morning and well guess what? I look up and there it is! Again! In perfect, working condition tic tocking! I give up! Was it the alcohol that I might be drinking too much of? Is it the drugs I sometimes partake of on the weekends with my girlfriends? Was it the marijuana and those assortment of pills?! No! I know I am not crazy! Not yet anyway! I was going to tell my girlfriend about this, but kept it to myself so that she would not think me full- blown “coo-coo loco”!
So when I sat there in the kitchen eating supper with my best friend Gabrielle Goodlyn . I said not a word about that damned- haunted clock! And I was free of any other “Paranormal Happenings” until that clock fell down and landed on the kitchen table! “Boom”! “What the hell Trina”?! exclaimed my girlfriend Gabrielle. And worse! It was the way that clock fell! It glided off the wall sideways and fell on the table! It didn’t fall down straight as gravity had promised! “Boom”! It knocked over our wine glasses! The red wine spilled upon the floor! “What the hell?!! Girlfriend your Penthouse is haunted! Get a priest! But damn! I wouldn’t leave the floor to ceiling glass windows and swimming pool for no friggin ghost!” said she. And then there was the thing about those nightmares! Oh yes! I every few days would wake up in the night in a cold sweat.
And what a bizarre dream. I am lying on my back upon the ground outdoors somewhere! I am on some type of battlefield! What?! Why?! I stare upwards and I can see vultures circling above me! I am wearing some sandals, tiger loincloths and I am clutching a spear. Really?! Loincloth?! A spear?! Why! What the hell?! I slowly raise myself up and I see nothing but smoke! As I look around I see dark – skinned people in front of me and behind me! Thousands! I hear animals! I hear drums! Loud drums! Tigers are roaring! And then I am in slow-motion spinning, twirling a long spear hand to hand in the air! I gaze in front of me and I can see 3 females in long red, hooded robes! Side by side they are standing! Their backs are to me. Their hoods are drawn over their heads! Their hands are moving in some, slow-motion -graceful -synchronization! Their long robes of red are snapping in the winds. Suddenly their hands explode into a sizzling electricity! Then their hands are bursting into flames and black smoke is whooshing off of them! It was as if they were casting some incendiary spell of sorcery! Suddenly I run ahead of them! I lunge forward! I am slow-motion throwing my long spear into smoky darkness!
Suddenly a man’s dark body falls towards me from the smoke! He falls on his side with my spear right through him! I pull it out and I spit on his corpse! I yank an elephant mask off of his face! His face is in that wide-opened stare of death! What?! Why did I do that?! What in the hell kind of dream is this anyway?! And then I hear it! Shrieking elephants stampeding towards me! Elephants?!
Why?! What in the hell?! Beneath my feet, the ground is shaking! I can hear some female voice chanting/singing in African speech! But who is singing?! Drums! I can still hear them now! Loud! They are everywhere! Who is playing them! The ground it rumbles more beneath my feet! I lose my balance! I fall down! Suddenly I see a tall, dark, muscular, shirtless, man in loincloth approaching me! He emerges from the smoking darkness! He is bald of head. He is calling out my name! He is reaching down to me! He picks me up! He is kissing me! His tongue is in my mouth! Mist and black smoke block his face from my view! We slowly collapse down to the ground! His strong arms wrap round me! Holy Shit! He is still kissing me!
I cannot see anyone’s face! I cannot see his face! Damn! We are on the ground! We are kissing! It feels so good! He moves slowly between my legs! He cups my face with his two hands! But wait! Those elephants are still bearing down on us! They are about to crush us and stampede us when suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly I wake up! Damn it! But what does it all mean?! The clock?! The battlefield?! I am afraid yet enthralled at the same damned time! Who was that man?! Who were those 3 women?! I am breathing heavily. I gaze around my darkened bedroom. I just knew that I needed to buy some friggen sleeping pills because I loved the part of my dream that had HIM in it! I told Gabby about my nightmares. Do you know what she told me? she said:
“Girl, you know what it means is that you are gonna quit your cushy job as a lawyer and get a minimum wage job at the Bronx Zoo!! Tee Hee Hee—“
“—Oh you got jokes huh”. I respond.
Who am I? My name is Trina Loveless. I am a wealthy, young, bi-racial, African American female lawyer living in Manhattan. I love New York City. Oh my life! My plight: Can I learn to love less the material things. Things like Vanity, Jewelry and Money. Can I instead learn to love more about my own true- self? Can I learn more about what makes me, me? Can I learn more about my culture and how my past has made me who I am today? Can I refrain from making unwise decisions? Can I stand up for myself and others without doubting myself? And most important of all: Can I find a true love? Does true love even exist? Yes, I live in New York City. The city that never sleeps. I should know. Me and my girlfriends we party so hard that we don’t sleep! Yes that’s always me stumbling into work on Mondays. I ask myself how did I get so trashed?! Oh, yeah it was the “Comedy Nite’ on Wednesdays. “Happy Hour/Buffet” Thursdays. That House music club on Fridays. That Hip –Hop club Saturday, and that meringue club in the “Boogie -Down Bronx’ on Sunday! You know the place where the guys rub you so close you swear you just had sex! And where you could have sex in the bathroom if you got lucky! The music is pounding! The lights flashing! My world is slow-motion now. We are the partying people dancing in the flickering, neon darkness. Us with our hands in the skies! Us dancing! Touching! Kissing men! My world speeds back up. Us exchanging Facebook and Instagram with the fly ones and telling the creeps: “Fuckouttahere!” Us in the bathroom smoking the Mary- Jane-Juanna and popping the Xanax pills.
And that’s how I stumble into Monday. But what of it. I sometimes go to church on Sundays and pray away all the sin. My Irish mom she says:’ Stay in Queens! The suburbs! Trina why live in Manhattan? In her Irish Gaelic. You wanna try and be like “Sex and the -Urban folk—‘
“—Hell no! Mom, I just wanna have sex IN the city! Tee hee hee”!
“My daughter has a potty mouth”! says she. “Tell it to the judge mom! I do”! That’s me on Monday at the Law firm of Clarke, Williams and Levitz. That’s me in my office checking my caseload. I fight the law cases. The cheating husbands. The reality show stars caught in Bloomies shoplifting. The murder trials… The rape cases. The “Black Lives Matter” cases and the very sad soap opera that is my love life. Or my lack of a love life…
I would tell you that I am just like any other girl. I struggled like everybody else. I chased boys and boys chased me. And I guess you could say that I was daddy’s little girl. My dad he doted on me. Mom said he protected me and made sure that he was always there to fight our battles. Until my father needed to fight his own battles. My dad was a soldier. He fought in the Desert Storm war of the 90’s. He fought battle after battle there. And then one day my father lost his battle… That day was June 8, 1995. He died from his injuries from the war. I was born earlier that year. And that was when I began to realize that I would need to fight my own battles. My mother accepted the folded flag that draped over daddy’s coffin. The soldiers trumpet echoed in the air. And somewhere along the line, I began to help others fight their battles. I became a lawyer. I was a loser at love until I won…
Skyler Patterson is an independent author from New York City. He began writing in 2016.
Skyler had never written any type of book before and woke up one morning and decided to write himself a novel.
Skyler Patterson’s books have given him fans from all over the world. He is a versatile writer who writes adult fiction as well as YA.