The Number Tour: Giveaway and Excerpt (International)

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The Author, Ms. Sheenah Freitas is kind enough to offer ONE winner a choice between a paperback or a digital copy of her second novel, The Number. This is open internationally.

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Book Description:
Kaia disappeared for five years. Now she's back and her planet is on the brink of war.

The new "Numbers" program, created by the Tueors’ leader, tracks and isolates demigods. Kaia's friend, Catrina, refuses to take part, and that makes her the most dangerous Number of all.

It's Kaia's duty to gather and protect the treasures of the gods. But neither the treasures nor Catrina are what they appear to be.

As the day a dire prophesy foresees draws near, will Kaia reverse the gears of fate, or will everything she's ever loved be burned away by the flames of war?

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Excerpt from Chapter Three

The man known as Louis-Charles looked up. He had a charming face with soft strawberry blond hair that curled and slightly framed his face. If it weren’t for his black eyes he would have looked like an angel. He put his violin down and began making his way down the vast hall.

“Have you come to ask for Renee’s hand in marriage, merman?” he asked softly with a small smile.

Derek chuckled. “No, your Highness—”

“Please. Louis or Charles will be just fine.”

“Louis, I’ve come here today to speak to you about alliances.”

Louis stopped in front of the group. He had a slender frame and looked breakable. He frowned.

“Alliances? I’m not so sure about that. We try to stay away from the affairs of the mortals.”

“Ewelina’s grip is tightening around all of us. I know we’re capable of dying, unlike you, but—”

Louis-Charles held a hand up. “Derek, we’re all capable of dying. Time just doesn’t kill us.” His eyes glanced behind him and took in both Kaia and Catrina. “It would appear that time stops for legends as well. It’s been a while since I last saw you, Shanti.” He took Kaia’s hand and kissed it.

The Chosen blushed and took a step back. “I’m sorry. You’re mistaking me for my grandmother. She died when I was ten.”

“Ah, I see. I heard she fled to Earth after her guardian perished. Such a shame to hear that she passed away. Did she have a good life?”

“Yes, I believe she did. What’s this about a guardian?” In all the stories she had ever heard about her grandmother, none of them involved any talk of a guardian. She had assumed that her grandmother was never given one as the priests seemed reluctant to allow Reeze to be her guardian at first.

“Her guardian followed her everywhere she went. Waited on her hand and foot I believe. He even worshipped her.

 “I met her briefly before she ran off to do battle with Rayba. She was skittish at the time and kept mentioning that there was more to the Second Great War than what we thought, but she refused to let me know more. Said I’d live longer if I knew less of what was going on.”

“Why did she come to you?” she pressed.

“Sanctuary. There were a horde of creatures that were after her. I allowed her to stay within these walls so that she might get a good night’s sleep before the great battle. Shanti thanked me graciously and feared that she would never return. Of course, she was right and never did come back. Shortly after her guardian, Lemohoro, made the prophecy, she left and was never seen again on Zinc.”

“The prophecy guy was her guardian? Did he always tell prophesies?”

Louis was silent for a moment as he pondered. “No,” he said slowly, “I want to think that was the only time he ever made a prophesy. Shortly after, he died from severe injuries given to him by Rayba.”

“Was there really more to the Second Great War?”

Louis shrugged. “That, I’m not certain. I followed her advice and never looked into it.”

Of course there wasn’t anything more to the Second Great War. Demigods just went berserk, the voice huffed. Your grandmother was always paranoid.

Memories of her grandmother constantly looking behind her back flooded Kaia’s mind. She shook her head to clear the thoughts and stop the images.

Stop that, Kaia warned.

Stop what?

Constantly taking over my mind. My memories are mine, not yours to manipulate.

Who said I was manipulating? I’m merely providing. You’ve been suffering from such a terrible bout of memory loss lately that I have taken it upon myself to provide you the necessary memory. Think of me as your personal librarian.

The Chosen said nothing, instead turning her attention back to Derek and Louis. The two men were conversing to one another in low whispers, quietly enough so that no one else would hear. Louis-Charles looked stern and continued to glance at Kaia and Catrina from time to time. Renee led the two over to the windows and pointed at the gardens that were reflected in the mirrors. It was a hauntingly beautiful illusion to see oneself in the Hall and gardens at once.

The Author, Ms. Sheenah Freitas is kind enough to offer ONE winner a choice between a paperback or a digital copy of her second novel, The Number. This is open internationally.