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    Sabrina and Her Quest
    Sabrina and Her Quest
    Sabrina and Her Quest
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    Sabrina and Her Quest

    By Shamim Azam

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    Sabrinas life changes forever the day she inherits her aunts house. She is transported to the second sky by a stairway floating in the first sky. The new Earth is beautiful but within its realms are strange happenings. It is there that Sabrina meets her grandfather, then discovers a revelation and is told some devastating news about her father. When Sabrina recovers from the shock she is determined to put things right. Later she begins unraveling a mystery and is drawn deeper in. Her top priority is to find where the truth lies and just who is pulling the strings.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse UK
    Release dateNov 17, 2011
    ISBN9781467000451
    Sabrina and Her Quest
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    Shamim Azam

    Shamim was born in Lancashire, UK, in 1971. She left regular education at the age of sixteen and was employed as a factory operative. Marriage followed and her time was then devoted to raising her family. Her passion for writing developed at the age of ten and her burning ambition has always been to have her work published. Shamim is multi-lingual and fluent in three languages. Her hobbies are writing and reading; travelling and sightseeing. At present, she divides her time between family and writing.

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      Sabrina and Her Quest - Shamim Azam

      © 2011 by Shamim Azam. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      First published by AuthorHouse 09/14/2011

      ISBN: 978-1-4670-0044-4 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4670-0045-1 (ebk)

      Printed in the United States of America

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

      and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      This book is printed on acid-free paper.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

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      One

      With a tummy full of butterflies and anticipation, Sabrina arrived at her Aunt Jane’s house. She had inherited it, overwhelmed with her good fortune and, having no siblings, she was the sole owner.

      A cold breeze stung her face, waking her up from her inner indulgence. She pushed the rusty gate; it creaked and felt icy to the touch as it swung open. The frame left a brown residue on her hand and she tried repeatedly to wipe it away but to her dismay the stain now occupied her hand like a permanent tattoo. This was only a minor setback; her pride and joy awaited her.

      The garden had seen better days and was overgrown with weeds which had strangled the flowers, now lying brown and lifeless in advanced decay. Sabrina felt it was imploring her to bring it to life again, and show off its earthly beauty. Her Aunt had become immobile towards the end and gardening had taken a back seat.

      To Sabrina’s amazement, the house still looked immaculate. A warm aroma invited her in and the hallway exuded her Aunt’s perfume. Strange, Sabrina thought; a considerable time had elapsed since Aunt Jane’s demise, but the house still smelt of her presence.

      Aunt Jane had been house proud and the living room was still the same, spotless as always. Huge tapestries covered most of the wall, depictions of wild animals being hunted for trophies. Great epics had been written about those creatures, and how the rich people showed off their power and status by possessing such trophies.

      Her aunt had not been that sort of a person; after all she was only a young woman when her parents returned from India. Sabrina’s mother stayed on and had married there, returning to England much later in her life. Sabrina’s aunt, unlike her sister, didn’t marry. Seeing all the suffering in India, she had become a recluse and remained a spinster.

      Even though her aunt had few faults, she did snort snuff on odd occasions. Sabrina noticed a newspaper in the corner of the room; it lay on a small coffee table, faded and crumpled, it looked very old.

      She gently stroked it, as a mother would caress her child’s hair but once her hand left the paper it returned to its original state. Next to the newspaper was a picture of a baby. Sabrina regarded the dark brown eyes, button nose and sharp chin, supported by high cheek bones. Cute, she thought.

      Leaning against the wall, her hand rested on deliciously cool, flock paper, embossed with big, bold patterns. Old memories knocked on the door of her mind, and were opened up. Reminiscing, Sabrina remembered endless pleasurable moments spent at her aunt’s house as a little girl.

      Her legs were walking, but her mind was sensing déjà vu at every corner of the house. A picture of Aunt Jane hung over the bed, gracing the wall. A four-poster bed took up most of the space in her aunt’s bedroom, while only a cupboard and dressing table occupied the corner. Tracing the edges of the mirror, her image reflected back. She saw a tall lady with crimson lips carved into a beaming smile, her long hair falling across her shoulders and down her back. Her pale peaches and cream complexion was flawless. Sabrina’s oval face was supported by high cheek bones with feline eyes and arched brows. She had slender shoulders and long arms.

      Next to the mirror, her hand found a key. It was cold and hard, the ridges felt sharp and she put it down quickly. Perfume bottles lined the dressing table. There was hardly any make-up; her aunt had believed in natural beauty. Sabrina noticed a small hairline crack which, oddly, was not there before… or was it? Sitting on the bed, Sabrina closed her eyes to absorb everything, when a voice came from the direction of the mirror.

      Don’t worry, child I will see you soon. My light will guide you to me.

      Her eyes popped open; her mind must be playing tricks? Then the house started to shake and Sabrina lost her balance and fell to the floor. She lifted her head up, shocked. Her body felt like a magnet, held to the floor. She looked all around. Amazingly, the house was intact, but the roof now had a hole in it. A staircase was threaded through and descended to her feet. She thought it was an optical illusion and her mind was still playing tricks on her. A sensation of warmth criss-crossed her body and she could see a white light through her closed eyes.

      On opening her eyes her fear vanished and somehow, she knew what to do. She climbed up the stairs, past the roof, to a door lodged in the sky. The door opened and she went through it.

      The door shut fast after her and then vanished. Before her, standing erect, stood a tall mountain. Proud and majestic, oozing grandeur, it boasted a sense of mystery. Hypnotic flowers in vibrant in colours of the rainbow surrounded the mountain, enticing anyone to enjoy their beauty in the lush, green grass.

      The air was pure and sweet as a warm blanket of sun spread across the sky. Sabrina bent down to enjoy the flowers, amused by a star shaped lilac. Suddenly the earth started to rock like a giant cradle beneath her feet. Unafraid because of the white light inside her,

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