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YA Fantasy
YA Fantasy
The
Sentinels of Eden, Book 1
Sentinels of Eden, Book 1
Publisher:
Odyssey Books
Odyssey Books
“We
belong to the earth, Lainie-Bug. We were sent here in human form for a reason.
If you don’t know what to do, then just be human.”
belong to the earth, Lainie-Bug. We were sent here in human form for a reason.
If you don’t know what to do, then just be human.”
Right.
Like that was ever a simple thing to do.
Like that was ever a simple thing to do.
Simple
would be finishing high school without that desolate music trickling through
the cracks in my dreams, making me too tired to study.
would be finishing high school without that desolate music trickling through
the cracks in my dreams, making me too tired to study.
Simple
would be telling Noah his girlfriend smells like last week’s dim sims without
second-guessing my own reasons for not liking her.
would be telling Noah his girlfriend smells like last week’s dim sims without
second-guessing my own reasons for not liking her.
Simple
would be keeping the mining company from trespassing on our sheep farm.
would be keeping the mining company from trespassing on our sheep farm.
Perhaps
for a human, those things would be simple. No wonder I could never quite get
the hang of it. Then again, a simple life would have never let me feel the
flames of the sacred spinning sword, or breathe the fragrance of the Garden, or
sink my teeth into the Living Fruit from the Tree of Life…
for a human, those things would be simple. No wonder I could never quite get
the hang of it. Then again, a simple life would have never let me feel the
flames of the sacred spinning sword, or breathe the fragrance of the Garden, or
sink my teeth into the Living Fruit from the Tree of Life…
Other
Books in the Sentinels of Eden Series:
Books in the Sentinels of Eden Series:
Sanguine
The
Sentinels of Eden, Book 2
Sentinels of Eden, Book 2
Publisher:
Odyssey Books
Odyssey Books
Lainie
Gracewood has turned her back on the world she used to call home. But who can
blame her? After all, the sweet bliss of paradise is hard to resist.
Gracewood has turned her back on the world she used to call home. But who can
blame her? After all, the sweet bliss of paradise is hard to resist.
But
there’s a restlessness inside her that yearns to be set free. When a native
Edenite discovers the boundary between Earth and Eden, Lainie promises herself
a return will be short and sweet.
there’s a restlessness inside her that yearns to be set free. When a native
Edenite discovers the boundary between Earth and Eden, Lainie promises herself
a return will be short and sweet.
As
always, Earth is more complicated than that. When a Guardian is abducted, the
urge to protect the sacred knowledge will see her faced with the ultimate
choice: life, death or paradise?
always, Earth is more complicated than that. When a Guardian is abducted, the
urge to protect the sacred knowledge will see her faced with the ultimate
choice: life, death or paradise?
Sympath
The
Sentinels of Eden, Book 3
Sentinels of Eden, Book 3
Publisher:
Odyssey Books
Odyssey Books
Annie
has grown up knowing she is destined to meet her soul mate. He will always
remain close to her. He will always know exactly where she is, and how she’s
feeling. He’ll guard and protect her. At least until she produces the next heir
to her Cherubim line.
has grown up knowing she is destined to meet her soul mate. He will always
remain close to her. He will always know exactly where she is, and how she’s
feeling. He’ll guard and protect her. At least until she produces the next heir
to her Cherubim line.
There
has to be a way to avoid this supernatural stalker.
has to be a way to avoid this supernatural stalker.
Determined
to find her own identity before becoming bonded to her Guardian, Annie does
everything she can to keep him at a distance – until her partner Cherub, Harry,
dredges up the mystery of his parents’ deaths and triggers unwanted attention
from an organised crime syndicate. Now all three of them need to do whatever it
takes to save Harry’s farm, solve the mystery of the missing ruby necklace, and
keep anyone from finding the hidden Paradise it came from.
to find her own identity before becoming bonded to her Guardian, Annie does
everything she can to keep him at a distance – until her partner Cherub, Harry,
dredges up the mystery of his parents’ deaths and triggers unwanted attention
from an organised crime syndicate. Now all three of them need to do whatever it
takes to save Harry’s farm, solve the mystery of the missing ruby necklace, and
keep anyone from finding the hidden Paradise it came from.
Shamar
The
Sentinels of Eden, Book 4
Sentinels of Eden, Book 4
Publisher:
Odyssey Books
Odyssey Books
Coming
June 2019
June 2019
Sample
Chapter from Songlines Book 1
Chapter from Songlines Book 1
High
above the ground, the Sentinel stood right on the point of the tree branch
between where her weight was supported easily and the bendy region where a
sudden movement would surely send her to her death again.
above the ground, the Sentinel stood right on the point of the tree branch
between where her weight was supported easily and the bendy region where a
sudden movement would surely send her to her death again.
The
view was spectacular enough to distract her for quite some time, and she soaked
it in as greedily as her lungs soaked in air – scented with pine and honey and
blossoms – as she recovered from the climb. Under her feet, helpful rustling
reminded her how deeply she was loved and cherished here, as the tree began to
redirect its energy into growing faster beneath her toes, the branch thickening
and strengthening with miraculous speed. The timeless pine hungered to keep her
safe at least as much as it hungered for the sweet nectar of warm sunlight.
Deep textured wisdom flowed up through the core of its massive trunk, tasting
the atmosphere to assess her needs as well as its own.
view was spectacular enough to distract her for quite some time, and she soaked
it in as greedily as her lungs soaked in air – scented with pine and honey and
blossoms – as she recovered from the climb. Under her feet, helpful rustling
reminded her how deeply she was loved and cherished here, as the tree began to
redirect its energy into growing faster beneath her toes, the branch thickening
and strengthening with miraculous speed. The timeless pine hungered to keep her
safe at least as much as it hungered for the sweet nectar of warm sunlight.
Deep textured wisdom flowed up through the core of its massive trunk, tasting
the atmosphere to assess her needs as well as its own.
She
brushed her fingertips across the tips of the pine needles. Their scent tripped
threads of elusive memories – Christmas trees on Christmas mornings with ACDC
echoing across the backyard and Dad yelling at Mum to turn it down and Mum
yelling back that he must be getting old and would he like a glass of sherry
and Dad teasing her back by saying he’d prefer a shandy… but those memories
were best left behind. Still, something tugged at her, from the east, demanding
her attention in a place where demands were meaningless. Something forgotten,
and uncomfortable to dwell on. Something that made her want to stay distracted
enough not to have to think about it, and death was very distracting.
brushed her fingertips across the tips of the pine needles. Their scent tripped
threads of elusive memories – Christmas trees on Christmas mornings with ACDC
echoing across the backyard and Dad yelling at Mum to turn it down and Mum
yelling back that he must be getting old and would he like a glass of sherry
and Dad teasing her back by saying he’d prefer a shandy… but those memories
were best left behind. Still, something tugged at her, from the east, demanding
her attention in a place where demands were meaningless. Something forgotten,
and uncomfortable to dwell on. Something that made her want to stay distracted
enough not to have to think about it, and death was very distracting.
Above
her head, sparrows flicked around tiny gusts of air with each wing beat,
throwing in random bursts of speed every time there was a hint of a pause in
their song like they were playing musical chairs. Smiling, she pulled a
slightly squished piece of Fruit from where it had been tucked under her belt,
and then she launched herself from the branch, up towards the graceful sky.
her head, sparrows flicked around tiny gusts of air with each wing beat,
throwing in random bursts of speed every time there was a hint of a pause in
their song like they were playing musical chairs. Smiling, she pulled a
slightly squished piece of Fruit from where it had been tucked under her belt,
and then she launched herself from the branch, up towards the graceful sky.
Adrenaline
washed away her lingering discomfort as she plummeted past the base of the tree
and down into the rocky gorge that it leant out over. Remnant reflexes from
another world caused her to gasp, and for a second her limbs became rigid in
response to her body’s perceived danger, but that only lasted for a few moments.
She inhaled sweet life to drown the memories, and then let her breath out again
with a laugh as she noticed the sparrows trying to follow her, unable to fall
nearly as well with their hollow bones. Poor little things. Spreading her arms
and legs in glorious celebration, she flew downwards faster than she could move
in any other game, wishing she could somehow break the laws of gravity and move
even more quickly. Except then it wouldn’t last as long. As it was, the ground
was rising up far too rapidly. She would have to ask around to see if any of
her friends knew of anywhere higher to jump from. They would laugh at her
childishness, but to them she was still a child, and they loved to indulge her.
washed away her lingering discomfort as she plummeted past the base of the tree
and down into the rocky gorge that it leant out over. Remnant reflexes from
another world caused her to gasp, and for a second her limbs became rigid in
response to her body’s perceived danger, but that only lasted for a few moments.
She inhaled sweet life to drown the memories, and then let her breath out again
with a laugh as she noticed the sparrows trying to follow her, unable to fall
nearly as well with their hollow bones. Poor little things. Spreading her arms
and legs in glorious celebration, she flew downwards faster than she could move
in any other game, wishing she could somehow break the laws of gravity and move
even more quickly. Except then it wouldn’t last as long. As it was, the ground
was rising up far too rapidly. She would have to ask around to see if any of
her friends knew of anywhere higher to jump from. They would laugh at her
childishness, but to them she was still a child, and they loved to indulge her.
Below,
the River sparkled, its curved body growing fatter as she approached it. The
darker blue of its deepest pool called to her like a lover ready to fold her
into his arms, and tears fell through her laughter. In her blurred vision, the
River became a spiral of blue, curling around a plain brown shell. Lost. She
had lost it, so long ago, and with it she’d lost her lover’s embrace. As she
hit the water with explosive force, bones broke, bruises blossomed like tulips
at dawn, and the piece of Fruit she had been clutching floated away from her
limp fingers.
the River sparkled, its curved body growing fatter as she approached it. The
darker blue of its deepest pool called to her like a lover ready to fold her
into his arms, and tears fell through her laughter. In her blurred vision, the
River became a spiral of blue, curling around a plain brown shell. Lost. She
had lost it, so long ago, and with it she’d lost her lover’s embrace. As she
hit the water with explosive force, bones broke, bruises blossomed like tulips
at dawn, and the piece of Fruit she had been clutching floated away from her
limp fingers.
By
the riverbank, a tall Tree swayed in the gusty breeze, scattering out a flurry
of dry leaves. A little while later, after the Sentinel had been found by her
friends and had tasted life again, a silver branch cracked and
the riverbank, a tall Tree swayed in the gusty breeze, scattering out a flurry
of dry leaves. A little while later, after the Sentinel had been found by her
friends and had tasted life again, a silver branch cracked and
About
the Author
the Author
Carolyn
Denman lives on a farm on the outskirts of Melbourne. She has a science degree,
far too many pets and a fear of the ocean that makes her Mauritian mother roll
her eyes. She enjoys writing spec-fiction novels, playing games with her horse
and frightening hairdressers with the concept of the forthcoming Singularity.
As well as writing stories for Aurealis and Andromeda Spaceways magazines,
Carolyn is also the author of the YA Australian fantasy series The Sentinels of
Eden.
Denman lives on a farm on the outskirts of Melbourne. She has a science degree,
far too many pets and a fear of the ocean that makes her Mauritian mother roll
her eyes. She enjoys writing spec-fiction novels, playing games with her horse
and frightening hairdressers with the concept of the forthcoming Singularity.
As well as writing stories for Aurealis and Andromeda Spaceways magazines,
Carolyn is also the author of the YA Australian fantasy series The Sentinels of
Eden.
Songlines,
Sanguine and Sympath are available now through Odyssey Books and all the usual
online bookstores. The final book in the series, Shamar, is due for release in
June 2019.
Sanguine and Sympath are available now through Odyssey Books and all the usual
online bookstores. The final book in the series, Shamar, is due for release in
June 2019.
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