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    Forgotten Ones: Eternal Tapestry, #1
    Forgotten Ones: Eternal Tapestry, #1
    Forgotten Ones: Eternal Tapestry, #1
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    Forgotten Ones: Eternal Tapestry, #1

    By Crissy Moss

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    An intricate blending of science fiction, fantasy, and mythology.


    The ancient gods lost the battle. Forgotten in time, and unable to die, the immortals had to choose new paths. Some slept, letting time forge on without them. Some learned to prosper on the meager worship of a few adherents. Still others became dark brooding shadows of what they once were, obsessed with regaining their former glory.

    The goddesses of fate, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, chose a different path. They gave up some of their divinity, choosing to reincarnate rather then waste away in their godly bodies. Reborn as young women they work with the Vatican to capture the dangerous godlings, and shift the balance of power back to men.

    But one of the ancient gods has awoken from his slumbers, and he knows just enough about the Fates to remain hidden from their sight, and just enough about the world of man to create chaos in his wake.

    To trap the godling before he regains his strength, the Fates have to do something they haven't done in centuries. They must tap into the divine power that once made them a force even gods feared. But at what cost? And what will their keepers do when the Fates remember their true strength?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCrissy Moss
    Release dateDec 27, 2013
    ISBN9781386470687
    Forgotten Ones: Eternal Tapestry, #1
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    Crissy Moss

    Crissy Moss is an author of multiple short stories and three fantasy novels, you can find more about her at CrissyMoss.com. Crissy Moss grew up in the rural California foot hills entertaining herself by playing with the dogs, cats, chickens, ducks and geese that lived on the family farmstead. Since then she’s lived in four states, and traveled to most of the lower 48 meeting people from every background. Today she makes her home in Washington near the bustling city of Seattle. She loves the rain, warm fires, and sipping coco. She also loves to dive into fantasy books filled with magic and mayhem.  She started writing when she was seven years old, publishing her first essay in 1995. It was an interesting time as websites started offering more content. First newspapers, then magazines, and finally books became easier to get online. And in the midst of it all writers had to adapt, too. Her writing is eclectic, ranging from fantasy and sci-fi to a bit of horror and paranormal. But she always endeavors to spin an interesting yarn.  She has also been a co-host on podcasts like Self Publishing Round Table, Story Telling Podcast, and the Bradbury Challenge.  She currently has several short story collections and books available on Amazon and dabbles in art. Follow her on twitter at @crissymoss or on Twitch where you might catch her writing. 

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      Forgotten Ones - Crissy Moss

      Signs

      Jadina scanned through the stations, picking up the crackle of a distant radio tower. At 1 a.m., the only shows on were conspiracy theorists, and shows about alien abductions, but the silence emanating from the passenger seat was worse.

      ... upsurge in old pagan religions. Those who claim to follow Artemis, the goddess of the moon, or Ares, god of war. You can find symbols for these ancient gods not only on rebellious high-schoolers, but adults as well ...

      Damn! Jadina said, smashing her hand down on the knob, cutting off the electrostatic voice. She’d been wrong, the radio was far worse.

      What’s wrong? Maylin asked, shifting around to face her.

      Jadina glanced at her, flicking a loose strand of brown hair out of her face, then resting her elbow on the window seal.

      We haven’t had much time for training beyond weapons and defense, have we? You hear that and assume it’s just a bunch of superstitious nonsense, just like most of the people on Earth. But I remember when the gods ran the Earth. They got a lot of their power from worship. The more worshipers, the more power. It’s the same today, just different methods. When the Age of Reason and science took over, a lot of the gods lost their strongholds of power, especially the more bloodthirsty religions. But every time I hear reports like that, I am reminded, all too clearly, that we are in a race. The more converts they get, the stronger they become.

      You mean the next one might not be as easy to take down?

      Worse than that. A godling doesn’t need to be out of his casket to gain strength. Enough followers, and it’s even possible for them to get out of the caskets, even from within the vault of the Vatican. It’s rare, but it has happened.

      When?

      Halloween. Crom Cruach.

      But, Maylin asked, a quizzical look on her face, isn’t Halloween associated with Samhain?

      That is what they teach in some circles, but no. Crom Cruach was the god, Samhain was the name of the festival. Every year, they sacrificed a firstborn child to ensure the fertility of the land and animals.

      That’s horrible!

      There are many horrible things you will hear about, Maylin. Most of them are about the past, the ancient gods. But some of them are happening even today.

      Maylin shivered, but nodded, steeling herself to hear more.

      Most of the people who follow some sort of witchcraft, Jadina continued, don’t mess with tricky gods like Crom Cruach, so we weren’t prepared. He got out, and we had to track him down. At least it was easy. He left a trail of blood behind him.

      Did you kill him?

      Crom Cruach can’t be killed. Many of the old godlings are immortal. We put his casket on lockdown. Every Hallows’ Eve, we stand guard in case he is freed again. Thankfully, like you, most people think the old god of Hallows’ Eve is Samhain, so they get things wrong. It slows him down, waters down the prayers, but doesn’t stop it completely.

      How likely is it that he’ll get free?

      Not very likely. The group that managed to summon him the first time was ... dealt with. But we’re prepared now, so it is unlikely Crom Cruach could do too much damage with another escape. However, with the disappearances going on now, and the dead bodies of torture victims showing up, everything smacks of another godling waking from its slumber. I can’t tell who it is, or where it might be.

      Maylin looked out the window, the black hills rolling by under the silvery moonlight. So much had changed in such a short time. And most of the time she didn’t know how to help Jadina. She could barely fight, and knew so little of the lore. Why was she here? Fighting forgotten gods?

      I know what you’re thinking. Jadina said

      Oh?

      What the hell am I doing here?

      Ya, pretty much.

      You’re a Fate. You had to come with me, even if you don’t understand why. It’s part of who you are. You’ll understand in time.

      In time? It’s been six months. Just how much time do I need? Sometimes, I feel like I don’t have a choice.

      In a matter of speaking, you don’t. You could choose to walk away, have a family, and raise some kids. But it would eat at you. Eventually, you’d return, but by then it might be too late.

      Why?

      You’re the lucky one. Your gift isn’t always on like it is for me, or Amanda. I have more control than Amanda, but you ... you can shut it off completely. Or at least, the last Fate could. You’re fighting to keep from accessing it in the first place. I’m pretty sure you have control, too.

      I’m not fighting it. I just can’t do what you do.

      You’re right; you have a gift I couldn’t even begin to understand. It’s completely different from what I can do, or what Amanda does.

      What if I never access it?

      Then I hope we don’t come across anything too powerful. You’re helpful enough as you are, but without your sight, we’re running blind.

      Maylin chewed her bottom lip for a moment, mulling things over. She didn’t feel useful, even if Jadina kept saying it.

      It may come as a surprise to you, Maylin finally said, but I do believe you when you say walking away would eat at me like that, even if I don’t show it all the time.

      I know you do, Maylin. You’re here, aren’t you?

      They fell into silence, the rumble of the road the only thing in the air.

      After six months with Jadina, Maylin had been through more than she’d ever dreamed of. Underwater temples forgotten in time. Cemeteries in the dark of night. Slithering creatures sneaking into homes and stealing children.

      Each of them had been dispatched, or captured, by Jadina, making the world that much safer.

      Maylin wasn’t quite sure how Jadina knew where to find the godlings. She described it as a ripple in the fabric of fate. A misplaced thread that cut into her senses. The thread, Jadina said, usually led her to the source of the ripple.

      Except this time.

      Whatever, or whoever, was kidnapping and torturing victims, they camouflaged their ripple just enough so that Jadina could see it, feel it, and watch it. But no matter how much she rewound and examined the skein, she could not trace the source of the disturbance.

      It had been Maylin’s idea to go to the scene of the last abduction and backtrack from there. Jadina had been skeptical, but without any other lead, eventually she capitulated.

      The silence was shattered by the muffled drone of Thrift Shop. Maylin dug her phone out of a pocket and looked at the screen. A picture of a kitten blazed up at her, with KYLE in big block letters.

      She flipped it open and purred into the receiver.

      Hello, Kyle.

      Maylin, is Jadina with you?

      Of course, where else would she be?

      We need you to come to the Vatican. Both of you.

      The Vatican? Why?

      Jadina straitened in her chair imperceptibly, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.

      It’s urgent that you bring Jadina home, Maylin.

      Hold on, let me put you on speaker.

      She flipped a switch, and the tinny speaker blared through the cabin.

      I am not coming back to the Vatican right now, Jadina said. If you haven’t noticed, there’s something big going on. People are disappearing.

      We know, that is precisely why you need to come in. This is bigger than your usual jobs. We need more information. You need to come home.

      You have Amanda, why do you need me?

      Amanda has been ... uncooperative lately.

      Imagine that, she said. Maybe if you let her out of her golden cage every now and then, she’d cooperate more.

      There was a deep sigh on the other end of the phone. We don’t have time for this, he finally said. Old arguments aren’t going to die any time soon. We need you here. There’s more going on than you can keep track of right now, and you know it.

      We’re headed to Los Angeles right now.

      The sight of the last abduction? Why?

      Whatever is going on, I can’t see it. I’m going now so that I can see if there are any other clues. More ripples. Maybe if I’m closer to it, I can get a better reading.

      Jadina, that’s a good idea, but there are other things to consider right now.

      What’s more important than finding out who’s behind this?

      Nothing, but I think you know about Walker.

      The American agent that keeps trying to find us.

      What agent? Maylin said.

      He’s obsessed with solving occult crimes, Jadina told her. "And he’s pretty good at it. He’s solved a few murders over in California done by a group of witches.

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