Solstice by Braxton Cosby


Sydney and Noella walked hand in hand along the small winding path leading to the top the

Mount Dothan. The dusking sky painted a sheet of orange and red light across the woodsy terrain

around them, giving the impression of wading through a sea of fire. Amid the grim moment of

the day and the burning sensation rising in Sydney’s throat, the tone seemed fitting. Silence

accompanied them, and it wasn’t until the pair hit the peak that Sydney finally broke the ice. “So

what do your people call this ceremony?” she asked.

“The time of the harvest. It’s the moment when a fallen soldier is said to join the being of the

sky. I think humans refer to it as God,” Noella said, her tone as flat as the expression on her face.

“Sounds cool,” she replied as she surveyed the surroundings; a patch of flatland that housed a

family of hawks who watched cautiously from above in a lone cedar tree. From here, every inch

of Madisonburg could be observed without the need of telescope or binoculars. A bed of

dandelions and weeping willows greeted them in the center of the field.

“This way. I’ll show you where I buried his body,” Noella said.

She could see that Noella was visibly shaken, slowly unravelling before her eyes. Her hands

trembled as her eyes began to redden. She wondered how long it’d take, amazed at how Noella

had not said a word since Arrion’s death a few weeks ago, only morning him in silence, which

she explained was customary on Fabricius. She had done the deed all by herself, refusing to

allow Sydney to assist in his burial. From scouting the plot of land to digging the hole, Noella

insisted that it was protocol on her planet for a lone fellow soldier to be assigned the arduous task

of preparation. Seeing as though William had departed soon after, there was no better candidate

left for the job.

She took Noella by the hand and drew her close, giving her the most delicate and firm hug she

could muster. Noella stood motionless, sinking into her friend’s embrace. After a few seconds,

she released her, unable to make eye contact. “I’m here for you,” she murmured.

“Thanks, Syd,” Noella replied, her voice ragged.

She finally looked up at her and gave a nod, following Noella’s lead over to the place where

Arrion’s body lay. Surprisingly, the disturbed clay seemed more settled than she expected, dried

from the sun and already showing signs of life as Bermuda grass had slowly began to encroach

along the edges. A makeshift tombstone had been erected, fashioned from metallic fuselage

scraps of the Daedallus, with only Arrrion’s name and handle tatted along the surface, minus

dates to hide his identity to hikers in hopes that most consider it a memorial to a lost pet if they

stumbled upon it.

Noella knelt next to the grave, slid her backpack from her shoulders and began to open it.

Searching her bag, she retrieved a small oval-shaped disk and a satchel filled with purple

powder. “These are crushed lilacs pedals. We must first prepare the path for Arrion’s ascension

by sending tribute to the sky.” She stood and sprinkled a few handfuls over the grave until a thin

layer had materialized before them. “On our planet we usually use the oil of a Tonosia Tree,

which is a lot thicker substance and is used for sterilization. Sarah thought it’d be a good idea to

use lilacs as a substitute because it was a similar color.”

“It’s beautiful,” she replied.

“I will now begin the ceremony.” Noella placed the disc in the center of the burial site,

depressed a red button on the top and came to her side. The two joined hands as the disc began to

spin and dig into the hardened clay. Noella pointed a hydrogen phaser at the site and fired a

stream of fire upon it that scorched the sheet of crushed pedals. The disc disappeared beneath the

flames and Noella broke out into song, in an alien dialect that Sydney could not understand. It

was less about the words and more the moment that choked at her, forcing the tears to flow

freely down her face. She squeezed Noella’s hand as she crooned on. By the time Noella had

finished, a small fissure had opened in the place where the disc had entered and a cloud of

embers swirled into the air; a mix of red, orange and yellow. It lifted high into the sky and faded

into the clouds.

Noella dropped to her knees in a whimper. “It is finished.”

Sydney came beside her and held her close. “It was… beautiful.”

The two sat in silence with only sobs to drown out the sounds of the forest.

The Star-Crossed Saga
Book 3
Braxton A. Cosby
Genre: YA Sci-fi, Romance
Publisher: Cosby Media Productions
Date of Publication: 11/25/2016
ISBN-13: 978-1540541673 
ISBN-10: 1540541673
Number of pages: 303
Word Count: 90K
Cover Artist: CMP
Book Description: 
What You Believe, Can Destroy You!
William and Sydney have sacrificed everything to fortify their love, so much so that William dares to brave the depths of space to find a cure for their deadly Supernova bond, leaving both her and Earth vulnerable to Torrian Alliance attack. 
But with a full scale rebellion in play on Fabricius, the reality of Sydney’s execution from Torrian hands is diminished, only eclipsed by the certainty of a more threats – The Third Faction and The Dagmas Clan – lead by Dominic and his insurgent recruits. With overwhelming odds mounting against them, William makes a desperate attempt to find the last of the endangered Star-children only to be captured by a new menace, where he is forced to compete in the dreaded Gauntlet of sport. Allies surge to free Fabricius, seeking alliances across the galaxy while Sydney tries to keep her identity hidden and trains to master the third phase of her Star-child evolution: Solstice. 
With Sarah’s mysterious return home with clues to unlock the future, Noella’s training and Bill’s symbiotic development hope is restored, but will it be enough to unite the galaxy and destroy evil for once and for all?
About the Author:
Braxton A. Cosby is the award-winning author of YA fiction. 
He endeavors to paint vivid pictures of his characters and worlds in the minds of readers, so that they too can share in his complex visions of the past, present and future. 
Braxton lives in Atlanta, GA with his amazing wife and four children.  
Instagram: braxtonacosby
Twitter: @BraxtonACosby


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Blackwell by Alexandrea Weis with Lucas Astor


Leaving the firelight, he headed toward the water, eager to learn more about the woman.

Beyond the glare of the bonfire, his eyes were better able to take in her figure. Her nightdress

was torn in places and had dark splotches on it in others. She stood at the water’s edge, her feet

hidden below the surface of the bayou. As he drew closer, Magnus got a better view of her

exquisite face. Her pale, snowy skin glowed in the darkness, and her features were perfect except

for a scar above her right lip. He ached to help her, to guide her from the water and back to the

warmth of the fire.

“Are you all right?”

She titled her head to the side as she examined him. Then without saying anything, she

held out her hand to him.

Magnus could hear a woman’s voice saying, Magnus, come with me, in his head, but her

lips never moved. He was entranced, drawn to her, and just as he was raising his hand to take

hers, another hand clamped down on his wrist.

“Magnus, no, don’t touch her,” Madam Simone called out.

The spell was broken, and the woman in the water faded away.

Magnus gawked at the water. “What?”

“I told you to stay close to the fire,” she admonished.

He pointed to the water. “You saw her? Who was that?”

Madam Simone let go of his arm. “You mean what was that, don’t you?”

“I don’t understand.”

She waved her long stick out over the water. “That was a spirit called by the ceremony.

She often appears when we perform our rituals on the bayou.”

“You know her?” The shock was evident in his voice.

“She’s the spirit of one who sacrificed herself for love many years ago. She was the

quadroon mistress of a wealthy white man who spurned her and her unborn child.”

Magnus removed his hat and wiped his hand over his brow, feeling shaky. “So you are

telling me I just saw a ghost?”

Madam Simone chuckled at his reaction. “The world is not everything you see, Magnus.

Ghosts are as real as you or I. They are the impression left behind by a life ended in misery, pain,

or confusion. The spirits trapped or bound to earth are the ones who haunt. The ones who have

found peace are the ones who leave.”

“Where do they go?”

She gave him a sad smile. “That all depends on what you believe. Heaven, hell,

paradise—take your pick. We have more names for the world that comes after than we do for the

one we currently inhabit. I think that speaks volumes about our capacity for hope.”

Magnus took an unsteady breath as his eyes returned to the water. “What about her? The

girl in the water? Will she ever find peace and move on?”

“No.” Madam Simone shook her head and, gathering up her skirt, took a step away from

the shore. “She has chosen to remain here.”

“Chosen?” he shouted. “Are you telling me she had a choice?”

“We all choose in life and in death, Magnus.” She glanced back at him. “That is why we

have souls—to make that choice.”

Magnus could still hear the voice of the spirit calling to him in his head. “I think she

spoke to me. She knew my name.”

“Spirits often bring messages from the dead. Do you know anyone who has recently


He shook his head. “No, no one.”

Madam Simone motioned ahead to the bonfire. “Let’s get back to the fire.”

Returning his hat to his head, Magnus followed her up the bank. “I’m not sure what I

witnessed, Madam Simone, but I no longer think I’m a skeptic.”

She grinned as they walked along. “Good. Then the ceremony served its purpose.”

“What purpose?”

Madam Simone kept her eyes focused on the firelight. “To prepare your soul for what is

to come.”


Magnus Blackwell Series
Book One
Alexandrea Weis with Lucas Astor
Genre: Paranormal thriller.
Publisher: Vesuvian Books
Date of Publication: 1/17/17
ISBN: 978-1944109240
Number of pages: 300
Word Count: 71, 800
Cover Artist: Sam Shearon
Book Description:
Hell has a new master
In the late 1800s, handsome, wealthy New Englander, Magnus Blackwell, is the envy of all.
When Magnus meets Jacob O’Conner—a Harvard student from the working class—an unlikely friendship is forged. But their close bond is soon challenged by a captivating woman; a woman Magnus wants, but Jacob gets.
Devastated, Magnus seeks solace in a trip to New Orleans. After a chance meeting with Oscar Wilde, he becomes immersed in a world of depravity and brutality, inevitably becoming the inspiration for Dorian Gray. Armed with the forbidden magic of voodoo, he sets his sights on winning back the woman Jacob stole from him.
Amid the trappings of Victorian society, two men, bent on revenge, will lay the foundation for a curse that will forever alter their destinies.
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About the Author:
From New Orleans, Alexandrea Weis was raised in the motion picture industry and began writing stories at the age of eight. In college, she studied nursing. After finishing her PhD, she decided to pick up the pen once again and begin her first novel. Since that time, she has published many novels and won several national writing awards for fiction. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her bestselling books, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable.
Alexandrea Weis is also a certified/permitted wildlife rehabber with the La. Wildlife and Fisheries. When she is not writing, she rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She is married; they live in New Orleans.

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Regnery writing as K.P. Kelley
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing
Date of Publication: January 17,
Book Description:
The thrilling conclusion of Katy
Regnery’s first paranormal romance series!
To some, they’re just words
signifying a fairytale ending.
For me, Jack Beauloup, they
represent an unyielding desire:
Forever with Darcy Turner, the
unexpected love of my life.
A love that has placed her human
life in danger.
According to Pack Law, my binding
is an abomination that must be severed.
It’s ignited a fiery hatred that
I must confront and control.
But what is bound cannot be
I will keep Darcy safe.
Even if it means giving up on my
Even if it means giving up my
the Author:
New York Times and USA Today
bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a
short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first
contract and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013.
Twenty-five books later, Katy
claims authorship of the multi-titled, New York Times and USA Today Blueberry
Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler
families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~
series; and several other standalone novels and novellas.
Katy’s first modern fairytale
romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the
2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers
Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller list in 2015, and her
Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In
May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set,
Books #1-4, became a New York Times E-book bestseller.

In 2016, Katy signed a print-only
agreement with Spencerhill Press. As a result, her Blueberry Lane paperback
books will now be distributed to brick and mortar bookstores all over the
United States.
Katy lives in the relative wilds
of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at
the woods, and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue
Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very
best love stories begin at home
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