Girls*Heart* Books: Guardian Angels by Andrew P Weston Blog Tour: Excerpt

Monday, October 29, 2012

Guardian Angels by Andrew P Weston Blog Tour: Excerpt

Guardian Angels
By Andrew P Weston
Book# 1
Publication Date: August 31, 2012

In a series of terrifying events, otherworldly beings intervene to save innocent lives. The world community reacts with relief as they realize that angels may in fact exist, and they are diligently protecting us.

But there are those who would seek to stop what they feel is a threat against their livelihoods. How far will some go to battle the Guardians? Is the fairy tale over before it even begins?

Guardian Angels is a powerful and compelling story about the catalyst that has the power to unite society in the hope for a better future. The spark of hope is fragile—can it last?

And now an excerpt from Guardian Angels

Five-year old Becky Selleck, a slightly built mousey-haired girl with large blue eyes, whose whole world had changed so drastically the day before, stared vacantly at the dolls and selection of books and comics in front of her. The tuna pizza and half-drunk soda lay discarded on the table along with the toys and various other items that had been provided to keep her entertained. Staring off into space, Becky replayed over and over again in her mind the moment her life had changed.

She had been coloring the beach scene they had been asked to draw by her teacher, Mrs. Cooper, when suddenly her mother’s mind shout flooded her senses, blotting everything out.

Becky? PAIN! Becky, darling, is that you? Aaaaaagh! PAIN! Becky?

Frozen in fright at the shared pain she felt, Becky saw an overcast sky, strangely red, and then her perspective seemed to change. She found herself looking across the ground as if she were lying down, before looking back up at the red sky.

“Mommy?” she replied, then mentally. Mommy, what’s happening? Her alarm began to mount.

More quietly now, her mother’s mind spoke. Oh, my darling. I’m so sorry, I don’t think I’ll be able to come and get you.

With rising panic, Becky’s mind responded. What do you mean, Mommy? Why can’t I see you? Why are you hurting?

Her mother suddenly gained strength for a moment. Becky. Listen. Please, I don’t have much time. I’ve been hurt. PAIN! Remember what I said you must do if I ever had to go away? Do you remember? TELL ME!

I remember, Mommy, but why are you going? Don’t leave me! Becky replied mentally and then out loud for the class to hear, “No mommy! What’s happening?”

Her mother began fading rapidly, but her urgency was tangible. I love you so much, my darling. My big strong girl . . . I’ve been hurt really bad.

“NO, MOMMY!” Becky screamed.

Becky, I love you, but you must do what I said . . . .

“NO, NO!” Becky screamed in sheer terror as she felt her mother’s mind begin to slip from her grasp, “NO. MOMMY, DON’T, MOMMY, NOOOOO!”

She reached out with all her strength, refusing to sever the bond between them, feeling power surge through her mind and body. The world began to darken and her mother’s personality turned translucent and seemed to slip away from her perception.

Becky heard one last faint whisper. Don’t forget, my darling. I love you. Do what I said to stay safe and you’ll know who you can trust when you . . . .

And she was gone.

A huge black void filled Becky’s mind as she suddenly realized she would never feel and hear her mother’s mind again, never hear her voice, and never feel the warmth of her mother’s arms around her.

The world shifted again, and Becky became aware of her classroom once more. She could hear the murmurs of her classmates and she saw the shock on their faces. Mrs. Cooper walked slowly toward her, arms held out in invitation. “Don’t worry, Becky, we’re calling your mommy to come and get you.”

Looking slowly around the classroom, Becky saw all the tables and chairs had been turned over, as if someone had been throwing them around. All the shelves were tipped over, too, and Mrs. Cooper was still edging forward. “Don’t worry, darling, your mommy will be here soon.”

Looking solemnly at her, tears filling her eyes, Becky replied, “Mommy won’t be coming, she’s gone.”

And with that, the floodgates opened, and the devastated child collapsed to the floor in floods of inconsolable tears.
November 28th –11:45 p.m.—Langley, Virginia. 

Maggie had been very nice to her, Becky recalled as she finally drifted off to sleep, although the woman told many lies.

Becky could see that she was tired, but even so, Maggie had stayed with her, read her stories, given her cuddles, and tried to make her as happy as she could be.

Mommy had always told her how important it was to be polite, and so Becky had done her best to listen, and smile when she could, to show she was grateful.

But Maggie kept telling her that everyone there was her friend, and that they were all going to look after her, because she was special. And that was what frightened her the most, because they were trying to get her to break her promise to mommy.

Becky knew she was special. She was like her mommy in that way. They could speak to each other’s minds when they were in different rooms, or when Becky was sleeping over at her friend Megan’s house, or even at school. They used to play games when they were with other people, to see how much they could still speak to each other and not get distracted. It was hard at first, because people didn’t realize they were thinking out loud sometimes with their minds, and they would think about the weirdest things. Becky soon learned to cut out the distractions, and think and talk to two people at once, and mommy was very pleased how grown up she was at doing that without anyone knowing.

Mommy had told her it was something only the very best, only the most special people could do. Something only a real friend could do, and, because they were “different”, she had to be careful because people would be frightened of them, even her best friend, Megan.

Mommy had always been right when it came to their secret. When the “special people” had started to save others, many of her friends at school said lots of nice things about them. They were good, they were kind, and they used their special powers to help people.

All her classmates had begun playing Angel games at recess, rescuing each other from monsters and fires and things. It was good fun.

But Becky soon learned that what people said, and what some of them thought, were very different, especially the grownups.

Some grownups had come to the school pretending to be nice, to play special games and quizzes. But they were really there to find people like her, and take them away and make them do things she didn’t understand. Some were even secretly scared of who they might find, and had nasty thoughts about what they would like to do to “special people.” And there were a lot who thought like that.

Mommy had told her to be very careful while they were there, and had helped her get lots of wrong answers to their quizzes like everyone else, even though they were easy.

The grownups were watching them very closely, staring at them like cats waiting for a bird in the tree. If it wasn’t for mommy, Becky might have made a mistake and she was sure they would have pounced on her. It had been very scary.

She had to be extra careful that week, because she had recently discovered she could move things without touching them. It was a delightful discovery, although it didn’t always work when she wanted, and mommy said it was because it was new, like riding a bike. Mommy said that once she had practiced, she would be able to do it all the time whenever she wanted. But until then, she had to be careful, because when she got upset, things kept moving without her wanting them to, like yesterday at school.

That thought brought it all back to her again, and the tears returned, as she cried herself gently to an exhausted sleep.

But Becky was a strong little girl.

She had promised her mommy she would stay safe, and she would do just that. All she had to do now was keep waiting for someone to come and find her, to tell her everything would be alright, someone who would take her away from those who wanted to hurt her and use her because she was different. Someone she could trust.

When the right person came, she would know who they were.

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Andrew P Weston was born in the city of Birmingham, UK and grew up in the towns of Bearwood and Edgbaston, eventually attending Holly Lodge Grammar School for Boy’s where he was School Captain and Head Boy. 
He was an active sportsperson for the school, college and a variety of rugby, martial art, swimming and athletics teams throughout the city. 
On graduation in 1977 he joined the Royal Marines fulfilling a number of roles both in the UK and abroad. 
In 1985 he became a police officer with the Devon & Cornwall Constabulary, and served in a variety of uniformed and plain clothed departments until his retirement in 2008. 
Over those years, he wrote and illustrated a selection of private books for his children regarding the life of a tiny kitten, called, “The Adventures of Willy Whiskers”, gained further qualifications in Law and Religious Studies, was an active member of Mensa and continued to be an active sportsperson, providing lessons free of charge to local communities. 
An unfortunate accident received on duty meant Andrew had to retire early from the police force, but after moving to the sunny Greek island of Kos to speed up his recuperation, he was at last able to devote time to the “Guardian Concept” he had developed over his years in the military and police. 
When not writing, Andrew enjoys Greek dancing and language lessons, being told what to do by his wife, Annette, and hunting shadows in the dark. 
Andrew is now contracted to Pagan Writers Press for two books.

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