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Diana Kemp


Toronto native Diana Kemp is a multiple award-winning screenwriter and author with one hundred and thirty film festivals and screenwriting competition awards/placings to her credit. She is the co-writer of an NRL (Naval Research Lab) documentary http://www.nrl.navy.mil/media/videos/nrl-extended-video produced by David Bellino of Second Wind Films.

Graduating with honors from Cal State Long Beach, she began writing at the age of seven that culminated in a diversely prolific writing career and collection of science fiction, horror and fantasy short stories, numerous short and feature screenplays, a science fiction novel, Kiyama, published by DevineDestinies.com and The Samsara Chronicles co-authored with Gabriella Bradley.

Diana founded Shadowland Productions with producing partner Michael Gianfriddo and holds positions as CEO, chairman, producer and head of development for Dominant Entertainment. In addition, she is involved in a variety of projects and pre-productions. 

Email : scifidi@aol.com

Bloodline

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #10
Published By: Devine Destinies
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It is time…

Unobserved, he had taken his flyer and defied royal edict by traveling to the ruins. At first the castle seemed reluctant to admit him until he stepped inside and spoke. “It is I, Shakan, the son of the Many. I have come to do your bidding.”

Something unseen in the total darkness pressed against him, sniffed him and fluttered off to the sound of a keening wind. Attracted by a distant booming that reverberated through the stone floor, his attention was drawn to a heavy wooden door. The torchlight flickered like the eyes of a nocturnal animal, luring him toward a tiny glowing point embedded in the wood. And now…

More alone than he ever had been, the light abruptly stopped and hovered a short distance before him. He sensed rather than saw the catacomb beyond and carefully moved away from the stairs. As he was almost close enough to touch the eerie light, the walls began to tremble. Startled by the rumbling that shook the floor, he was about to turn back when something akin to a monstrous hand swatted his feet from beneath him. He collapsed to his knees, at the same time the light extinguished and he felt the pressure of hands around his neck.

Suddenly he emitted a bloodcurdling howl and violently threw his head back. His eyes rolled until only the whites showed, his lips uttering meaningless words. Though his body trembled, it was not from the cold. The muttering became a muffled scream until he abruptly silenced and his head dropped limply to his chest. His eyelids fluttered, closed, then half opened to regard the torch-lit main hall of the castle. No longer ruins, the fortress walls housed a bazaar attended by every tribe on Nirvana. Faces resembling his own mingled with the crowd, their finery a dazzling display of colors and fabrics set off with magnificent jewelry. Dark, fiery eyes turned toward him, voices became distinct, surfacing from the buzz of conversation and chorused in his mind.

Shakan, the time of reckoning is near. Will you fully embrace the mindflux as befitting the favored son?

A searing bolt of pain penetrated his skull. He gasped and dug his fingernails in his palms to offset the pain of the psychic assault. Mustering every reserve of willpower, he forced himself to keep a steady gaze on the apparition. Noble Janvhar, I have come as you instructed. I am your willing servant.

This series is also available combined into 2 volumes, The Samsara Chronicles book 1 and The Samsara Chronicles book 2.
 
Intrigue and betrayal plague both Nirvana and Klatria, prompting Aislinn to call a tribunal of all Nirvanan nations to address the crisis. 
 
While Vark, Soulmaster and corrupt ruler of Klatria, plots with the Nirvanan traitor to acquire the skull and kill the royals, insurrection grows from within the ranks of his own people. His intention to use Aislinn’s parents  as pawns to lure Aislinn to Klatria conceals his true intentions to destroy them all.
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Covenant

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #3
Published By: Devine Destinies
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The skull was approximately the size of a baby’s head and shone with mystical brilliance. She reached into the glass case and placed both her hands on either side of the skull. An overwhelming power surged through her body. For a very brief moment, the spheres appeared and hovered around the glass case as if to convey a message.

Aislinn watched one of the spheres hover over the case while another hummed around her head. She nodded—the message in her mind suddenly clear. She looked at the dealer. “I want to buy it.”

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture betraying his uncertainty. He glanced at the skull almost as though seeking approval. “Young lady, I have other customers waiting. As you know, the price is—”

“I know the price. You want five thousand dollars for it. I want it.” She had no idea why she wanted the skull so badly and thought of her savings that would be eaten up by such a foolish extravagance. To indulge in such a purchase was totally out of character, yet she could not fight the feelings that compelled her.

“I’ll agree only if you can pay cash or by approved debit card,” he told her hesitantly. “And that’s providing I’m able to reach the verification center. The service only operates a few hours a week.”

She nodded—her determination to buy the skull overriding any other consideration. “I can pay with my debit card for both items,” she said, removing the card from her wallet and handing it to him. The dealer paused before lifting the phone to call for approval. She had the distinct impression that he didn’t really want to sell the skull.

The dealer inspected her signature on the card. “You know, I almost hate to let it go. It’s been my companion for many years.”

“How did you come by it?” she asked.

“An old woman left it to me. She was a very dear friend.”

“Then why do you have it on display?”

“I’m getting on in age and have no family. I would hate to see it fall into the wrong hands and hoped the skull would point me to the rightful future owner.”

“How could it tell you that?”

“It can. Would you please place your hands around the skull again?”

She complied and gasped when she noticed her hands glow and become almost transparent. It was almost as if a torch illuminated the flesh from beneath.

The dealer stepped back as light enveloped her and gasped. “It seems I’ve found the rightful owner. You may have the skull. I will not sell it.”

This series is also available combined into 2 volumes, The Samsara Chronicles book 1 and The Samsara Chronicles book 2.
 
Pursued by increasingly violent Eletarii minions, Aislinn and Dylan acquire the first and most important talisman necessary to open the celestial gate.
 
Targeted by Eletarii minions, Aislinn and Dylan are guided to acquire the crystal skull, the core of Aislinn’s past and future power. After a terrifying encounter with the dark forces while spending Christmas at her parents, Aislinn and Dylan accept the perilous journey ahead of them.
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Entity

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #11
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Something moved in her peripheral vision. Waving Dylan back, she sidled toward the doors. Though the sensation of foreboding increased with each step, so did her confidence. Hollow laughter echoed from the depths, the perennial gloom in the house augmented by a heavily tinted windows and chaotic architectural design. Aislinn paused, sensing a strong and sudden presence.

“So you brought me the prize, as I knew you would,” Shakan said.

Aislinn turned and stared balefully at him. “I’ve brought you nothing but the justice you deserve.”

Standing amidst the shadows he laughed, the sound an unpleasant echo that only augmented the demonic cast to his face. His eyes, fixed on the skull, blazed with a peculiar intensity reminiscent of a rabid dog. Aislinn studied her adversary. Dressed in ceremonial garb, the archaic style was one she recalled seeing at the overlap. The glint of gemstones drew her attention to the hilt of the dagger. Shakan’s fingers absently caressed the weapon.

 “You reek of blood,” she said.

“Better it should be yours,” he said, his hand a blur as he tossed the dagger at her.

Aislinn felt herself violently pushed out of the way, her feet gliding above the floor. The dagger whistled by harmlessly and embedded itself into the somber wood-paneled wall behind her. Whirling around, she confronted a charging Shakan, but the face did not belong to the man she had seen a moment ago. Contorted into a hate-filled mask, the features ran like melted wax merging those of Shakan and Jhanvar until a diabolical mutation ensued. Around him, a foul miasma formed and undulated toward her. Soupy tendrils oozed and contracted, the phantom images of hands forming into misshapen claws. From it bellowed an unearthly voice sounding more like the cry of an enraged animal. The air around her grew heavy, tainted by the reek of ozone and rotting flesh. Glass shattered from an unseen location. Infernal eyes bore into her, willing her into obeisance.

Shutting her eyes, she focused on a mental point of light that flared like a torch. At that moment, a solar brilliance erupted from the skull and flooded the room. The miasma recoiled with a terrible groan and funneled through the walls. Shakan gasped and shielded his eyes. Unaffected, Aislinn calmly regarded him. An unspeakable darkness whispered from his mind before it vanished behind an impenetrable wall. Though she sensed its taunt, somehow, she could not pursue it.

Mindflux…

The word materialized from another place. When she focused once more on Shakan, the wall relinquished slightly, allowing her glimpses of terrible, fleeting images moving through a dense fog. At once, she understood the nature of Shakan’s successful insinuation into the royal household, the mindflux undoubtedly a gift from Jhanvar. Against the royals there could not have been a more effective and simple defense.

This series is also available combined into 2 volumes, The Samsara Chronicles book 1 and The Samsara Chronicles book 2.
 
Aislinn and Dylan face the Nirvanan traitor Shakan to rescue Aislinn’s sister and discover his link to Vark.
 
Faced with Shakan’s treachery, Aislinn and Dylan must capture him and rescue Nashira, Aislinn’s sister. Realizing that Shakan is both possessed by the spirit of a corrupt ancestor and is in league with Vark to betray Nirvana, they devise a plan to rescue Aislinn’s parents using alien technology obtained during Shakan’s capture.
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Eos

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #1
Published By: Extasy Books
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This series is also available combined into 2 volumes, The Samsara Chronicles book 1 and The Samsara Chronicles book 2.
 
Blending elements of futuristic, fantasy, science fiction and the paranormal, the Samsara Chronicles explores the duality of good and evil set against two worlds, Earth and Nirvana.
 
Guided by mystical beings, a human mother bears a daughter of alien royalty, Aislinn, destined to champion the future of two worlds.
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Equilibrium

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #14
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Vark gazed at the huge ball of rainbow luminescence that approached. “What is that?” He found it unimaginable that such a delicate looking object could have traveled deep space, withstood the onslaught of meteorites and other celestial hazards. There had to be more to the ball than what they could see. He scrutinized it but saw no evidence of engines, of anything that could power it. For a fleeting moment, he was awed by a technology that seemed to surpass what had even once existed on Klatria.

An uneasy murmuring erupted from the entourage. Vark’s head swiveled to gaze through the transparent barrier. The object appeared as a luminous orb glowing with prismatic ribbons that glowed against an infinite starry background dominated by the looming glacier. Upon transmitting the landing coordinates to Nirvana, Vark had demanded to know the identity of the craft that would transport the princess. The information was provided, but even so, to watch it hovering toward him defied belief. Somewhere in the forgotten recesses of Vark’s mind, the sight reminded him of something that happened long ago after the seasonal deluges when the sky was drenched with moisture and the light of the sun created a vision in the sky—

The recollection vanished almost immediately, leaving him confused at why such an insignificant thought should trouble him at all. Turning to the guards, his voice emerged as a hoarse bark.

“Seize them,” he said, indicating the royals.

Bonerus rose his hand to strike one of the guards, but Samara grasped his arm. This will resolve nothing, she whispered in his mind. Do not threaten Alaya’s task now that she is almost here.

Rodorus moved to block the guards. “Soulmaster, this is quite unnecessary—”

Vark turned on him in a rage. “Enough! The hostages are to be kept under guard until the exchange of the skull.” He glared venomously at the royals, both of whom returned his gaze with infuriating coolness. “The time of pandering to these parasites draws to an end. The Nirvanan princess will do my bidding, and my bidding alone.”

This series is also available combined into 2 volumes, The Samsara Chronicles book 1 and The Samsara Chronicles book 2.
 
Aislinn and Dylan are held captive by the Klatrians. Vark wants the skull and vows nothing will stop him from gaining its power.
 
The royal pair’s next journey is to go back to Earth and help the Earthlings restore their planet. But now, the safety of two worlds hangs in the balance. Can they come up with a plan to escape?
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Exodus

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #7
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Vancouver roiled in its death throes as an infernal light seared the sky and cast a bloody hue on the city. The clouds parted, revealing a fleet of ships that descended from the conflagration and hovered above the fleeing masses. Fueled by the faceless terror concealed in the winged vessels, the last semblance of normality crumbled while a desperate populace sought escape.

Besieged by armies of elementals and chameleon infested, the few remaining services ground to a halt, plunging the city into darkness and despair. Vehicles littered the roads and highways like corpses as the exodus veered toward a place that existed only as a vision.

“The lake!” rose a universal cry. “Sanctuary waits at Emerald Lake…”

Above, the fleet of ships directed the panicked crowds like dogs driving a herd of sheep.

Screams penetrated the endless night, the cry of children a soul-wracking litany. The ferocity of the winter was no match for the terror that prodded humanity’s desperate survivors into the jagged snow-capped mountains beyond. The snow was dotted with dark shapes huddled in blankets, overcoats or anything that would give them warmth.

In the struggle to reach Emerald Lake, human fell upon human, the last traces of sanity crumbling like wave-tossed sandcastles. Mothers abandoned screaming babies, young people left their children or parents behind. Humanity raced against the last minutes of the world, the finishing line—a place known only as a sanctuary. No one knew where or how the rumors about Emerald Lake had started, only that their destination awaited them in the distant mountains.

An eerie green mist funneled from the ships and cocooned selected groups from the mob. They raised their arms entreatingly to embrace the darkness that consumed their souls, their cries welcoming the diabolical baptism. Emptied of the last vestiges of humanity, their souls forfeit, the possessed fell upon those hovering between belief and unbelief, between the darkness and the light.

This series is also available combined into 2 volumes, The Samsara Chronicles book 1 and The Samsara Chronicles book 2.
 
Sheltered at the Emerald lake beyond the reach of the dark forces, Aislinn and Dylan transition into their roles as the celestial portal opens. 
 
Besieged by the Eletarii, humanity struggles in its final hour.  Legions assemble by the lake where they descend into the basest depravity wait while Aislinn and Dylan prepare to open the gate at midnight, a portal through which only a chosen few will pass.
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Itineras

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #4
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Aislinn gasped. Dylan’s hand rested on his weapon, his jaw twitching with anger, but he remained motionless.

Li stepped back and shuffled to the end of the counter. The leader continued to aim the shotgun at his back. “That’s right. **** off, you old bastard. We’ve got some business to finish up here.”

Aislinn watched his finger move to pull the trigger. A blinding white anger surged through and around her body like an electrical current. The vortex increased until all she could hear was a spectral wind. Her eyes flashed. “Don’t,” she started to say with a voice that was hers but wasn’t.

The leader ignored her and continued to press the trigger.

Dylan turned and stared in astonishment as her eyes rolled until only the whites showed. Her head sagged and she slipped into a trance-like state. Suddenly, an infernal glow emanated from the canvas bag slung over her shoulder. The energy channeled into her body and distorted the air around her. It writhed and shimmied toward the thug aimed at the shotgun and enveloped the weapon. A sizzling noise rose as it transformed into a molten blob and dripped gelatinously onto the wooden floor. Steam hissed, the wood buckling from the intense heat. The thug screamed in agony and uselessly tried to extricate his seared hand from the molten metal.

“What the ****’s going on here?” one of the others shouted. He waved his pistol at Aislinn and moved threateningly toward her.

Dylan tried once again to reach for his weapon, but the thug covering him jammed his pistol against his head. “Don’t move,” he said, “or the bitch eats it.”

Aislinn’s body convulsed, her eyes continued to roll back. Her hair haloed around her as static electricity charged the air. The energy swirled around her body, its wraith-like form lurching toward the advancing thug and hurling him like a missile through the glass door. It shattered explosively, showering the snow with vicious shards. The remaining three thugs backed in terror toward the door.

The leader lurched drunkenly toward Dylan and Aislinn, his eyes glazed with pain and hate. He clung to his wounded hand, the flesh raw and oozing. “What the hell’s the matter with you?” he shouted to the others. “Take the bitch! Just make sure you don’t mess her up too much!” He pointed at Dylan. “We don’t need him.”

Aislinn groaned. The energy flared and spun like a vortex from her body. A pungent odor of ozone filled the air. Vials exploded. Bottles fell off the violently rattling shelves. The small shop trembled under her power. All the weapons glowed and transformed into molten masses. The thugs screamed as they struggled to rub the scalding metal from their hands. Despite their agony, they advanced like mindless automatons, a steady stream of obscenities spewing from their mouths.

This series is also available combined into 2 volumes, The Samsara Chronicles book 1 and The Samsara Chronicles book 2.
 
Fleeing increasing danger after acquiring the skull, Aislinn and Dylan begin their journey by visiting her parents and meeting Aislinn’s soul sister Angelica.
 
No longer safe in Burnaby, Aislinn and Dylan are directed to visit her parents on Boxing Day where they meet an Italian orphan, Angelica. Aislinn recognizes her soul sister from her home world, Nirvana. Guided by an escort in the guise of an eagle, Aislinn and Dylan continue their quest to gather the talismans.
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Kindred

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #12
Published By: Devine Destinies
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“Very well, Vark,” she said aloud. “My consort and I will deliver the skull. Indicate a rendezvous—upon our arrival you will release my parents and you will take us as hostages instead.”

Vark stared at Aislinn’s implacable expression. Normally he would not tolerate such insubordination from a woman, but Shakan’s betrayal had damaged his plans more than he dared admit. He needed the skull now, if not for the greater good of Klatria, then at the very least to ensure his own survival. His entourage was dwindling even faster than the general population. Despite the bravado he attempted to convey, he knew the demands on the elite to produce the ever-spiraling technology required not only to maintain their tenuous existence but to present an aggressive face to Nirvana, had exhausted them beyond their capabilities. Though the planet’s isolation gave them relative protection from the attention of other hostile races, it had also served to isolate them from any immediate source of assistance.

The thought broke off, confusing him. He shook his head against a brief sense of vertigo. Assistance? Why would he think of that? Conquest was his goal, not assistance. Yet somewhere in the depths of his rapidly fading memory emerged an image from a time when he lived in the light and the thought of such aggression was an alien one. He stared at his gloved hands as though seeing them for the first time. Suddenly he glimpsed a fleeting vision of…of some kind of instrument. But what was that glint of metal? Try as he might he could not put a name to the baffling object. Only the image of his ungloved, unmarred hands was clear, and the faint, taunting sound of music. Music? The concept seemed vaguely familiar, but he could not quite remember what it—

“Vark, is there a problem?”

Aislinn’s head cocked slightly at Janku’s question.

Janku’s sharply inquisitive voice banished Vark’s erratic thoughts. Suddenly aware of the Clan’s intense scrutiny, he uttered an impatient grunt and turned to Samara and Bonerus. Their calm demeanor rankled him, the clarity of their eyes indicating that the post-kansu effects had now completely worn off. Yet there was something else beneath their vaguely condescending gaze, a sense of mockery or veiled amusement. Though sorely tempted to strike them, to mark them in some way, he refrained. Without knowing the complete truth about their powers, he could not take the risk of incurring their anger. Later, once the princess was in his hands, he would find a way to dispose of them all.

“Your behavior from this point will determine the reception your daughter will receive,” he said, his voice lowered to a barely audible croak.” If there is even any hint of treachery, I will leave you in a golak cavern to be devoured and present your bones to her. Do you understand me?”

This series is also available combined into 2 volumes, The Samsara Chronicles book 1 and The Samsara Chronicles book 2.
 
After Aislinn and Dylan witness Shakan’s confession regarding the abduction of the royals, he is sentenced to banishment in the Overlap.
 
Shakan’s sentencing to the Overlap for his betrayal of the royals and his collaboration with the Klatrians leads Aislinn and Dylan to finalize their plans to rescue her parents before the Fortieth Tribunal. In the meantime, the Klatrian resistance make their own plans in response to Aislinn and Dylan’s arrival.
 
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Kiyama

Written By: Diana Kemp
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Spectral eyes watched from the timelessness of the vast tank chamber. Imprisoned in their liquid-filled tombs, the...

My anxiety increased when I spotted a series of pictographs adorning the commune walls. I understood even from a distance that they depicted the Omoro chronicle. An arched door opened when I neared the entrance, the walls dancing with life-sized pictographs displaying the images of my ancestors and their strange, star-bound vehicles. I approached them and traced their outlines with my fingers while in my mind hushed voices whispered ancient tales.

Coolness wafted from the commune’s interior. A refreshing draft ruffled my hair and caressed my face. The drumbeat softened into a gentle heartbeat as five Omoro appeared from the shadows. With a thrill of recognition, I regarded two adults and three children. Joy filled my heart and buoyed my spirits when I realized I was no longer alone.

The group approached slowly. Poised, ebony-skinned and willowy-limbed, they wore their hair in elaborately coiled braids beaded with amber, coral and other precious stones. Golden thread glinted from the colorful batik prints of their robes. Beautifully crafted jewelry of amber and gold adorned their wrists, ankles, ears and necks.

The Elder, a man of noble stature and warm, patrician features, wore an embroidered sash of rank adorned by a large ruby the shape of a bird’s egg. My eyes were drawn to a small tattoo on his left temple depicting several intersecting circles. He smiled and bowed, his deep chocolate eyes and rich voice familiar.

“Welcome to the homeworld, Kanuwe. I am Badarou, Elder of the Sofouru Commune.” He turned to the others, who smiled welcomingly at me. “This is my wife, Nsangue, my son Renwati and daughters Tanifah and Dhoman.”

We bowed in greeting, the action instinctive on my part. I stared at Badarou. He smiled and nodded.

“We have already spoken. I was present at your awakening.”

I recalled the spectral faces in the tanks and glanced questioningly at the others. A shudder coursed through me as I thought of such a hellish incarceration. I wondered whether immortality was worth such a price.

“Such an existence was not their wish,” Badarou said, reading my expression. “And I would not have insisted.”

A question half-formed on my lips. Badarou gazed toward the lake and the majestic mountain range beyond with misty eyes.

“Look around you, Kanuwe. Such is the beauty of Omori, our home—a world of peace and prosperity, a people at one with nature.”

Moving with regal grace, Nsangue approached me and took my arm. She smelled of musk and spice, the drowsy warmth accentuating the enticing aroma. When she smiled, her teeth were a flash of ivory against flawless dusky skin. Ankle bracelets tinkled delightfully as she moved. Her mahogany eyes melted into mine, her velvety touch a calming salve against the questions burning in my mind.

“It is time to meet your ancestors, Kanuwe,” she said, leaving the others behind. “Come help me prepare for the evening tea ceremony.”

We entered the deliciously cool retreat of the commune. Tiled fountains soothingly splashed amidst handcrafted furnishings of wood, metal and stone. Colorful tapestries, basketry and bold sculptures adorned niches and walls, reflecting muted sunlight from artfully angled windows and skylights. The setting was serene and peaceful, an embodiment of the Omoro persona.

“This is wonderful,” I said as I admired the lovingly crafted décor. My fingers strayed to a mosaic plaque depicting the commune, placed to receive the filtered light from a nearby window. Vivid colors blazed with feral intensity.

Nsangue pointed to a dramatic copper mask displayed over an arched fireplace. “Many pieces are forged by Badarou’s hand,” she said, retrieving a deep tri-color basket and a small terracotta jug from a wooden cabinet. “I enjoy basketry and weaving. The children are gifted in music. Each Omoro has a special talent. It is a gift we honor by bringing it to life.”

A glass-enclosed cabinet situated in the corner of the room away from the light caught my attention. Nsangue said nothing when I approached, my eyes riveted to a magnificently carved shield bisected by a pair of spears. Though the detail closely resembled the other artwork in the room, something about it seemed different. It exuded a sense of antiquity that spanned a time longer than I could imagine.

“You recognize the soul of the clansmen,” Nsangue observed. “They were the original tribe. We call them the forefathers.”

I touched the glass. “Kabila,” I said, unsure why the strange word had suddenly appeared in my mind.

“Our heritage is long and noble, Kanuwe. Always remember that.”

“I feel¼something,” I said, looking around the room as though seeking an answer to my confusion. “This place is a crossroads.”

“Omori anchors us to the spiritual and physical world. One cannot exist without the other.”

I pondered her words as she led me to a central atrium garden. Sunshine filtered through verdant foliage, dappling a natural stream alive with delicate opaline fish and tiny green turtles. Women and young girls tended the multitude of greenery and polished intricately tiled pathways and bridges. A lovely teenager with fawn’s eyes cut magnificent coral blooms from a long-stalked bush and placed them in a basket. Jewel-colored birds flitted from the branches, filling the air with delightful song. A sensation of gentle energy rippled through me.

“An oasis in an arid land,” I said in wonder. “How is this possible?”

Nsangue dipped her jug into the bubbling stream. Bells distantly chimed to accompany the lowing of animals. I glanced out a nearby window and noticed a herd of horned goat-like creatures grazing in a cultivated field. Youngsters playfully bucked and charged their indulgent parents, their lush coats mottled with brown and gold. I smiled at their charming antics.

“The stream of life heals and nurtures,” Nsangue said. “It is the spiritual core of our people.”

She handed me the water jug. I sipped from it, savoring a pure sweetness that lingered in my mouth. We wandered outside to a lush, grassy area bordering the commune and surveyed a peaceful scene that suffused me with a sense of well-being. I smiled as children and their pets, furry, long-snouted creatures with endearing whinnies, romped while women picked shiny red pods from a surrounding bank of thick, prickly green hedges. In amazement, I watched two of them balance tall baskets atop their heads and calmly walk toward the commune without supporting them. Babies hung in slings across their mothers’ backs, their lusty yawls a triumphant song of their own. Nearby, teams of men and teenage boys prepared the foundation for a new commune.

“These are aruna pods,” Nsangue said, extending a thorny branch drooping with the weighty pods gleaming with a lacquered red shine. “Crushed, they produce the finest tea. The powder also has many medicinal properties.” She handed me the basket and set the water jug on the grass. “The honor of gathering will be yours. You must remember to always fill the basket. The stream of life provides abundance for all. We must honor the gift.”

I reached toward the glossy hedge, the sun a warm kiss on my back. The crescent-shaped pods snapped off easily, emitting dusty red puffs. Nsangue hummed while I stuffed the basket to the brim.

Suddenly, a wet nose snuffled against my ankle. I looked down in surprise as a plump gray furball affectionately nuzzled my foot.

Spectral eyes watched from the timelessness of the vast tank chamber. Imprisoned in their liquid-filled tombs, the souls of the ancient Omoro kept vigil on the wondrous spectacle of their creation. They whispered like the gentlest of breezes, their thoughts commingling. Below, in a mist-enshrouded chrysalis, their progeny slumbered, a precious creation of flesh and blood, a vital link to the past and the future.

The time of awakening was drawing near.

A surge of anticipation and excitement rippled through the tanks as the blue mist gradually began to clear within the chrysalis. A shape emerged, a shape that brought joy to the phantom audience.

In the tank of one whose essence inhabited a lower level, long-forgotten emotions sprang from the shadow of time. As he observed the awakening, memories of his world, his people and the love he held for his children filled his spirit with elation. His jubilant voice joined the welcoming chant of his kindred. Sparks of energy flickered in the tanks like legions of phantasmic butterflies. The millennia of waiting, the grinding tribulations of the past, were quickly forgotten as a vision of hope and the shining promise of resurrection stirred before him.

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Maelstrom

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #6
Published By: Devine Destinies
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“They’re out there, maybe three or four men.”

“Elementals?”

She shrugged. “Yes. I hardly think anyone else would bombard us like this.”

Dylan scanned the immediate area and the deserted highway beyond. The rocks and fallen trees provided endless hiding places.

A fiery glow suddenly illuminated the walls around them. They turned in unison and stared in disbelief as a gibbous light emanated from the canvas bag.

“The skull,” she said.

They glanced at each other. She slowly approached the bag and gazed into the kaleidoscopic colors. Without fear, she removed her gloves, reached inside and clasped the skull. Her eyelids fluttered in response to intense warmth that coursed through her flesh.

Dylan moved toward her as a diaphanous veil of color enveloped that insinuated through and around her like an ocean current. “Are you okay?”

Fixing her eyes on the skull, her expression suddenly became vacant. “The way is clear,” she murmured in what Dylan recognized was Italian, then again several times in various other languages. He overcame his fear and approached. With an awestruck expression, he gazed into the bag to see Aislinn’s hands merged with the glowing skull. A ribbon of light emerged from the eye sockets and spiraled to the ceiling. Continuing her recital in strange tongues, as though making an announcement to a distant audience, he watched the other talismans shimmer with almost dazzling intensity.

A voice suddenly boomed around them. Dylan started. Its resonance echoed off the walls and broke Aislinn’s trance. The beam of light winked out and her eyelids fluttered open. She withdrew her hands from the still glowing skull.

“Yes?”

The path of escape is clear. Blow the trumpet. Its sound will not disturb the pure. Those who wait for you will not be able to withstand it.

“Joshua brought the walls of Jericho down with the sounding of his trumpet,” Aislinn said.

Yes, and so will you bring down the elementals who await you outside with the sounding of this trumpet. We have shielded you against their assault, but now you must go. The way is clear…the way is clear…

The voice faded to a whispering resonance.

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Relentlessly pursued by the military and forced to cross the mountains on foot, Aislinn and Dylan discover an ally in the form of a white wolf that guides them to safety.
 
Forced to abandon their vehicle, Aislinn and Dylan must cross the treacherous mountains on foot. Close behind is the military, whose corrupt leader must honor his pledge to the Eletarii to capture them. But as more guides appear to help Aislinn and Dylan, they are brought to the sanctuary of Emerald Lake.
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Nadir

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #2
Published By: Devine Destinies
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A harsh green shaft suddenly burst from the ceiling and aggressively chased the spheres into the corners of the room. They lurked silently in the shadows as if fearful of the hostile presence. It emitted a series of staccato clicking noises and a high-pitched whine that forced her to cover her ears. Before she could move away, the green shaft engulfed her with a bone chilling cold. Her teeth chattered from the contact, her skin pimpling with gooseflesh. Suddenly, a resonant humming pierced the silence. It rose from the dancing spheres that merged into one and formed a sinuous glowing orb. Pulsing like a spectral heartbeat, it hurdled toward her and surrounded her with a halo of pure, benevolent light.

Feeling safe once more, she removed her hands from her ears. The green beam reared abruptly and emitted a guttural hiss. Slowly it retreated as the orb forced it from the room. The dancing spheres converged joyfully on her. They whirled around her, touched her arms, face and legs, and then gradually reformed into the orb. It writhed sinuously as it transformed into a vaguely human shape.

She watched in awe. Never before had anything like this happened whenever the spheres appeared. Now that she thought about it, the spheres had always been there whenever she was upset or in distress. Their dancing antics and soothing serenade was all she ever experienced. They never appeared when she was calm and everything was fine. Now that she was in distress, it seemed as though her ordeal had disturbed her trusted companions as well.

The form materialized into a human silhouette. She watched transfixed and peered at the luminous shape. They must be angels, she thought. All this time I’ve been surrounded by heavenly bodies and never realized to what extent they influenced my life.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

A voice filled the room. Deep and vibrant, its warmth enveloped her and filled her with loving trust.

Aislinn—bearer of the light…

“I don’t understand. Who are you? Are you angels?”

If humanity could see us, they might conceive us as such. We are the Antiquitas, the ancient keepers of knowledge. Angels inhabit the realm beyond the living. We are not from there but from a place well known to you.

She reached to touch the apparition and grasped nothing but shifting air. A soft tingling sensation crept up her arm. It enveloped her hand and traveled through her body like a series of electrical impulses. “Why haven’t you shown yourself before?”

It was not necessary and we did not want to frighten you. Now, the time has come when we must appear and prepare you for the task ahead.

“Prepare me for what task?”

Aislinn, you must leave this place. It is unsafe. The elementals that would stop the fulfillment of your task will do anything to obtain that which you carry.

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The fate of a besieged Earth rests on Aislinn and her soul mate, Dylan, to battle the alien Eletarii bent on conquering humanity.
 
Aislinn, directed by circumstance to meet her past and future soul mate, Dylan Young, begins to understand the daunting task awaiting her. In order to save Earth, she and Dylan must open the portal, the celestial gateway that will allow salvation of Earth's chosen. Facing opposition at every step from a world plunged into chaos, they have until midnight, December 31st, to reach their destination.
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Netherworld

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #9
Published By: Devine Destinies
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She felt a fleeting caress against her cheek and stopped. Turning slightly, she felt it again, though this time stronger. The draft ruffled her hair, the musty odor reminiscent of the gush of stale air expelled by the arrival of a subway train. She felt the skull glow through the cloth. Her stomach tightened in anticipation. “Dylan—”

She had barely grabbed his hand when the vortex exploded through a barred door like a cannon shot, its resonance a banshee scream. Swept off their feet, Aislinn desperately clutched the skull while Dylan struggled to keep a grip on her. They slid along the cold stone. Ahead, Dylan spotted the recessed niche to yet another barred door and half scooted, half crawled toward it. Pressed close to him, Aislinn glanced behind and gasped as an infernal glow oozed from the open doorway. The malevolence emanating from it reminded her of the entity that had first terrorized her in her apartment on Earth. A nauseating stench of scorched rubber filled the air.

“My God, what is that?” Dylan cried, cradling Aislinn against his chest.

Strands of loosened hair whipped around her face and almost dislodged her tiara. She slipped the skull from the sling, gripped it and focused on the vortex. Her ring sparkled like a Roman candle. Reveling in its freedom, the vortex churned, writhed and ricocheted off the walls in a bizarre dance of exaltation. The walls trembled from the force, the doors rattled in sympathy. Pushing the din from her mind, Aislinn felt her fingers merge with the skull, the energy forming a bond with her ring. It flared, crackled and fanned out, immersing the shadowy ruins in immaculate white light.

“Get out!” she cried. “Return to the dimension that spawned you. You have no power here.” Defiantly, she rose into the buffeting wind and raised the skull.

Dylan reached to stop her but she stepped away from his grasp. He pressed himself into the door niche and shielded his eyes from the skull’s almost solar glow.

“You’re nothing,” she continued. “Merely a shadow of the past and the hatred that nurtured you.”

 

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Directed by one of their Earthly guides, Aislinn and Dylan venture to the Overlap, an ancient castle situated within a temporal rift where they discover the nature of Shakan’s treachery.
 
Seeking answers regarding the kidnapping of her parents, Aislinn and Dylan follow one of their Earthly guides to the mysterious Overlap, a temporal rift situated within an ancient castle. There they experience past events that reveal the nature of the rival Nirvanan bloodlines as well as the identity of the traitor in league with the Klatrians.
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Nexus

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #13
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Malendi merely smiled, though she could not quite suppress a shudder of excitement. For as long as she had known Janku, she had never glimpsed the gentle personality that Anelda claimed he once possessed. That something as lowly as a vegetable bar could create such changes was a miracle beyond any of their expectations. With a sense of pride she understood that her efforts, combined with those of Anelda’s and the resistance, would ultimately exonerate the evil unleashed by Vark in the name of Klatria.

She reached out and squeezed Janku’s hand. He virtually spasmed at the contact, but did not withdraw his hand. “Go now,” she said. “The others will be hungry. See that the bars are distributed among all.”

He nodded mutely and hurried down the corridor, a look of gratitude and fear in his eyes. As soon as he disappeared, Malendi returned to the nook and picked up a second basket. She paused to retrieve a half-eaten bar from beneath the cloth cover and ate it. While she chewed, her gaze roamed the rank, dripping tunnel. Near the intersection of a parallel tunnel, a misshapen milliped wriggled from a bubbling pit and scuttled off into a crevice in the adjacent rock. Suddenly, the glistening rock surface shimmied.

She gasped and pressed herself into the nook. The large serpentine shape immediately below the rock surface filled her with a gnawing sense of dread. A triangular head paused and swayed toward her direction. Fearful of the throwort’s keen sense of smell, Malendi breathed shallowly and forced herself to remain absolutely still. The effort soon fatigued her and it took a supreme effort to keep her body from shaking. She shut her eyes and willed the creature to move on.

Finally, the throwort wriggled away in the direction of the other tunnel. Exhausted, Malendi sagged against the rock. Her lungs burned with each gulping breath, her rubbery legs barely able to support her weight. To divert her mind from her physical discomfort, she envisioned the creature infiltrating Vark’s quarters. It would have been such a simple solution to the tyranny the surviving population endured, yet the man who had once called himself their leader seemed impervious to attack whereas so many others had died. So often did she question the justice in the apparent annihilation of her people that it had become a constant undercurrent in her mind.

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After Aislinn and Dylan participate in Shakan’s banishment to the Overlap, they prepare for their journey to Klatria to rescue Aislinn’s parents.
 
Certain that Shakan’s banishment to the Overlap has forever ended the tainted bloodline of Jhanvar, Aislinn and Dylan  prepare, with the help of Altithronus, emissary to the Antiquitas, for their journey to Klatria to rescue the royals.
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Nirvana

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #8
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Aislinn gasped as a sensation of coldness washed over her. At that moment, the woman doubled back and veered onto a path near the fountain. As if sensing Aislinn’s scrutiny, she suddenly paused and raised her eyes. Their glances locked, and a hostility beyond description emanated from the woman’s gaze. Bolting off at the sound of shouting, she somehow lost her footing and fell onto a sunny part of the path. Witnessing the spectacle below, Aislinn clasped the railing with white knuckles.

“There! On the path!” she cried out, the breeze carrying her voice downward to the guards, spurring them into action. Snared by the sunlight, the woman struggled to rise as though stunned. Her reactions were sluggish. She glared balefully and tried to bolt from the contingent of approaching guards, but stumbled again.

Dylan returned a moment later. “It’s okay. They won’t get away. The guards have been on alert since yesterday’s incident. These two have actually been spotted before, but managed to get away.”

Aislinn frowned at the woman’s increasing agitation. She stumbled with the uncoordinated movements of a drunkard.

“Dylan, look!”

A guard advanced on the disoriented woman while a second jumped her from behind and tackled her to the ground. The woman fought the men with unbelievable viciousness before her body abruptly slackened in their grip.

“Watch yourself!” Aislinn cried out to the guards, again sensing the woman’s malevolence.

Almost on cue, the woman exploded into a frenzied resistance. The second guard was caught by surprise and barely missed her flailing fists. It took both a supreme effort to subdue her. Aislinn watched in horror as the woman’s fury transformed into agony. Writhing in the sun, she began screaming and clawing at her face, the epidermis peeling off in shriveled, parchment-like strips. Even from a distance, Aislinn could see revulsion in the guards’ faces as the woman savagely gouged her flesh. Muddy fluid jetted from the wounds, and despite the intervention of a third guard, none could stop her self-mutilation.

Aislinn shook her head as if to banish the ugly scene. “Dear God, is this what we’re up against?”

 

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Dylan, Aislinn and the chosen humans arrive on Nirvana but now the pair faces another alien threat, this time to their homeworld.
 
Aislinn and Dylan’s joyous homecoming to Nirvana is tempered by yet another crisis. Aliens, assisted by a traitorous member of Nirvanan security and a threat to the royal bloodline, have kidnapped Aislinn’s parents and hold them hostage on the dying world of Klatria. Aislinn and Dylan now face the task of rescuing them before they are killed.
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Sci-Rotica

Written By: Diana Kemp
Published By: Extasy Books
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The Academy — A brilliant student discovers that her prestigious scholarship conceals a sinister plan for co...
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The Academy — A brilliant student discovers that her prestigious scholarship conceals a sinister plan for colonization …


Assassin — A mysterious woman challenges the domain of a notorious underworld figurehead …


Desert Dreamer — The world of virtual reality provides an unhappy wife the key to escaping her troubled marriage …


Ground Zero — A young girl bored with her generic lifestyle is hurtled into a dark realm that releases her innermost desires …
 
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Sci-Rotica II

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Detox–Hurled to a distant world by their malfunctioning ship, a socialite and her date become the prey of ho...
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Detox–Hurled to a distant world by their malfunctioning ship, a socialite and her date become the prey of hostile inhabitants …
 
The Doughnut–Two sisters enslaved by the sex trade for their survival on a bleak Earth beat the odds through a daring escape …
 
Fly By Nite–Brought together by a dimensional rift, two unlikely soulmates meet briefly on a moonlit beach …
 
Fusion–An illicit love between a woman and a married man tempts the laws of time and paradox …
 
Game Point–An eccentric recluse fond of dangerous games learns a lesson in humility from a daring opponent …
 
Island–A woman chosen to spearhead the merging between humanity and an alien race undergoes a profound transformation …
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Sci-Rotica III

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Mirror Club — A social noncomformist struggles for her identity in an intolerant world bent on harsh methods...
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Mirror Club — A social noncomformist struggles for her identity in an intolerant world bent on harsh methods of rehabilitation …
 
Nuclear Heaven — After drifting two centuries, the sole survivor of an exploratory mission is revived to find himself in the hands of a voracious female crew …
 
Off the Beaten Track — A cutting edge attraction opens a gateway between the ancient seeders of Earth and its children …
 
Peep Show — A woman existing merely as sexual merchandise finds release in the love of two men …
 
Room of Hands — An alien using unsanctioned genetic experimentation to transform herself into humanoid form commits the ultimate betrayal against her people …
 
Silent Gathering — two scientists studying important archeological relics unwittingly unleash an ancient entity waiting to claim them …
 
Storm Warning — A planet in turmoil brings together and ultimately separates two star-crossed lovers …
 
Timespanner — A nomadic alien trapped on present day Earth assumes human form to survive and experiences a close encounter with its rescuers …
 
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Tempest

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #5
Published By: Devine Destinies
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“I agree we can’t afford to lose any more men but it’s too late to do anything about it now,” Garring said. “We’ve lost two good cops. Tomorrow we’ll probably lose more. Anger won’t help matters.” He retrieved a manila file precariously perched on his in-tray. “I’ve read your report. It seems unlikely that Young could have killed these officers alone. He must have had an accomplice. I also feel that the report is somewhat exaggerated in respect to the carnage described. What’s wrong with you? This sounds like nonsense from some B-rated science fiction film.”

Patterson’s dark eyes flashed indignantly. “With all due respect, Captain, if you read the reports that came in from Vancouver, you’ll find a similar scenario.”

Garring sighed and glanced at the stack of reports littering his desk. His head ached from the low intensity lighting and the stale air. Not even the background bustle of the station was a comfort to him anymore. “Do you have any idea how many reports I receive each day, Patterson? I barely have time to sift through the most urgent, let alone the lower priority.”

“I would hardly call the murder of two cops low priority!” Patterson cried. He reached for a battered manila folder lying on top of the stack and leafed through a sheaf of papers. He pulled one sheet out and handed it to Garring. “Read this, sir.”

The Captain squinted at the paper then reached for his glasses and read more intently. He shook his head as he scanned the text. “What the hell is this bullshit? More slasher stuff. What are we dealing with here? Some kind of demonic cult? You know Young quite well. Do you honestly think he had anything to do with all this? For God’s sake! He’s one of our best men! You think he’s suddenly turned into some kind of monster?”

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Suspected of multiple murders, Aislinn and Dylan must flee both human and alien pursuers.
 
Narrowly escaping danger during their quest to acquire the talismans and suspected of multiple murders, Aislinn and Dylan endure harsh winter conditions to evade the military and corrupt human minions seeking to stop them from the opening of the portal.
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The Samsara Chronicles - Book 1

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #0
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Blending elements of futuristic, fantasy, science fiction and the paranormal, the Samsara Chronicles explores the...

Sometime in the future…

 

Seanna snuggled against the pillows and drifted off, the background sounds of Blake in the shower a receding whisper. She felt herself sinking into cottonwool silence, her head spinning beyond the effects of the single glass of Merlot she had at dinner. Embraced by a warm spectral breeze, her hair billowed in an auburn veil. Invisible hands gently directed her like a falling leaf into an aura of brilliant light tinged with ethereal hues of blush pink, rose and mauve. Seanna reached out in awe at the shimmering sea of color. Silken to the touch, it caressed her bare skin. A sensation of bliss infused her.

She drifted onto a field of gossamer grass. Surrounded by a pastoral landscape, her gaze followed the undulation of verdant hills and riotously blooming meadows. Such was the intensity of colors and fragrances that she felt she could touch and even taste them. The peace and serenity of the wondrous landscape enveloped her with an infinite sense of wellbeing. Snowy birds with cascading silver-specked tails soared in an endless azure sky.

“Where am I?” she whispered.

A breathy voice answered. Behold your destiny, my child.

A floral perfumed breath whispered against her ear. Seanna watched a swirling mist appear. Soft, tinkling music danced on the wings of the breeze. She discerned shapes, glass balls that resembled fragile soap bubbles like the ones she used to blow as a child, some large, some smaller. They pirouetted toward her in a graceful ballet. A vague figure formed in the center of the mist cloud. It waxed and waned, teasing her with fleeting glimpses of a body, a face, then quickly disappeared as though embraced by an evening fog.

Seanna tried to rise from the velvety grass but spectral arms guided her back. She lay on the pliant blades and felt a delicious languor overcome her. Rays of sunlight caressed her body, arousing her until every nerve on her body cried for release. Her flesh pimpled, her nipples hardened. Eagerly, she spread herself open to embrace the golden light. The spheres hovered around her and glided against her skin. Phantom hands raised her legs and played against her flesh like a master pianist.

A primal lust consumed her, her body aglow from the almost unbearable pleasure. Her dampened hair whipped around her face as she was brought to climax after climax until her own hoarse voice begged for respite. Exhausted, spent, Seanna panted for air. She ached deliciously. Even the velvety touch of the grass was unbearably tantalizing against her sensitized skin.

Through half closed eyelids she glimpsed the elusive face once again. Whispers in a hundred languages crooned in her mind, imparting a secret so amazing she could barely comprehend the import of the words. She sighed and held out her arms as a sense of intense joy infused her.

“Now that’s what I call a welcome.” Blake’s voice startled her from her meditative state.

“Blake…”

“The one and only,” he said, grinning at her while toweling his hair dry.

She gazed appreciatively at his still fit physique and noted that he was more than a little aroused. “I just had the most amazing dream.”

“A wet dream, by chance?”

She grew speculative, the sensual essence of the dream lingering but offering no actual recollections. “Actually, I can’t really remember. You know how it is with dreams. The moment you wake up, they’re gone. All I know is that I’m horny as hell.”

“I can take care of that,” he said huskily. “I hope I was the star in this X-rated dream.”

A smoldering heat flared in her groin at the touch of his fingers. “No, it was more than that. It went beyond the physical. It was almost spiritual.”

Blake began to nibble her neck. “Perhaps we can explore this in depth.”

“You’re not listening to me.”

“On the contrary, I hear you loud and clear. My aim is to make your dream reality…”

Later, clasped together, they recovered in companionable silence.

“You should have dreams like this more often,” Blake said, brushing a sweat-damp lock of hair from Seanna’s forehead. “Been a while since we’ve made love like this. Brings back memories of my stud days.”

Seanna smiled and kissed him gently on the lips. “I can assure you, your stud days are far from over. And to think, I couldn’t even remember the dream. Imagine if we could watch a video of it.”

Blake grinned. “Maybe it’s best you can’t remember. Otherwise we’d never get anything done around here.” He rolled onto his back with a contented sigh. “You up to a bath?

“Some wine and candles, too?” Seanna said.

Blake rose from the bed. “Planning a heavy night, are we?”

She reached over and playfully slapped his taut ass. “Who knows? If I sleep well enough, I may have another dream.”

Blending elements of futuristic, fantasy, science fiction and the paranormal, the Samsara Chronicles explores the duality of good and evil set against two worlds, Earth and Nirvana.
 
Guided by mystical beings, a human mother bears a daughter of alien royalty, Aislinn, destined to champion the future of Earth.
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The Samsara Chronicles - Book 2

Written By: Gabriella Bradley, Diana Kemp
Series: The Samsara Chronicles #0
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Dylan, Aislinn and the chosen humans arrive on Nirvana but now the pair faces another alien threat, this time to t...

After they finished a leisurely breakfast, they paused to admire the sweeping view of the city. Streets and transport tubes buzzed with activity, the bustle of daily life somehow far removed from the darkness that threatened to overwhelm it. Immaculate buildings fronted broad boulevards and plazas beautifully landscaped with fountains, shimmering reflecting pools and a dazzling array of foliage. Colorfully tiled pathways meandered through verdant parks and play areas alive with the sound of children.

As Aislinn sipped an aromatic herbal tea, she considered the events of the previous day and the chilling sight of the Klatrians struggling in the sunlight. The two men taken into custody no doubt would have been interrogated by now. Hopefully, information had been gleaned that could assist in the rescue of her parents.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Dylan said.

“I can’t stop thinking about the Klatrians.”

Dylan nodded. “Alien Kamikaze. Who would have imagined such a thing?”

“We don’t know enough about them, Dylan. Maybe in their society such a sacrifice might be considered the ultimate honor. Or perhaps these drones are conscripts to a dark cause we can barely imagine.” She shook her head. “It seems conflict exists everywhere. I really hoped that it wouldn’t be so, that other worlds might have advanced to a peaceful state, but perhaps violence is the only way to bring about the understanding and appreciation of harmony. Innocence, it seems, isn’t the way of the universe.”

Her gaze drifted to a plaza adjacent to the palace. Scattered groups of people strolled along the mosaic paths or sat by acrobatically jetting fountains creating intricate patterns in the air. A young girl pointed excitedly as a plume of spray from the dancing water formed a shimmering rainbow. Well away from the path, beneath a lacy canopy of trees, a couple stood watching the girl. Though they appeared innocuous enough, something about their stance made her uneasy.

“Dylan, over by the plaza. Look at that couple.”

Suspiciously, they melted into the trees when Dylan casually glanced their way. “Let me warn the guards.”

As Aislinn watched, the couple threaded their way across the plaza. They did not linger and in passing through sunny patches, she noticed their urgency to seek shade. Moments later, a contingent of guards clad in royal blue tunics and trousers and bearing the royal insignia on their shoulders, surrounded the plaza. A flurry of activity, mostly concealed by the trees, finally revealed a pursuit. Pedestrians scattered as the senior guard shouted something. The man pushed the woman away and fled in the opposite direction.

Aislinn gasped as a sensation of coldness washed over her. At that moment, the woman doubled back and veered onto a path near the fountain. As if sensing Aislinn’s scrutiny, she suddenly paused and raised her eyes. Their glances locked, and a hostility beyond description emanated from the woman’s gaze. Bolting off at the sound of shouting, she somehow lost her footing and fell onto a sunny part of the path. Witnessing the spectacle below, Aislinn clasped the railing with white knuckles.

“There! On the path!” she cried out, the breeze carrying her voice downward to the guards, spurring them into action. Snared by the sunlight, the woman struggled to rise as though stunned. Her reactions were sluggish. She glared balefully and tried to bolt from the contingent of approaching guards, but stumbled again.

Dylan returned a moment later. “It’s okay. They won’t get away. The guards have been on alert since yesterday’s incident. These two have actually been spotted before, but managed to get away.”

Aislinn frowned at the woman’s increasing agitation. She stumbled with the uncoordinated movements of a drunkard.

“Dylan, look!”

A guard advanced on the disoriented woman while a second jumped her from behind and tackled her to the ground. The woman fought the men with unbelievable viciousness before her body abruptly slackened in their grip.

“Watch yourself!” Aislinn cried out to the guards, again sensing the woman’s malevolence.

Almost on cue, the woman exploded into a frenzied resistance. The second guard was caught by surprise and barely missed her flailing fists. It took both a supreme effort to subdue her. Aislinn watched in horror as the woman’s fury transformed into agony. Writhing in the sun, she began screaming and clawing at her face, the epidermis peeling off in shriveled, parchment-like strips. Even from a distance, Aislinn could see revulsion in the guards’ faces as the woman savagely gouged her flesh. Muddy fluid jetted from the wounds, and despite the intervention of a third guard, none could stop her self-mutilation.

Aislinn shook her head as if to banish the ugly scene. “Dear God, is this what we’re up against?”

Dylan, Aislinn and the chosen humans arrive on Nirvana but now the pair faces another alien threat, this time to their homeworld. 
 
Aislinn and Dylan’s joyous homecoming to Nirvana is tempered by yet another crisis. Aliens, assisted by a traitorous member of Nirvanan security and a threat to the royal bloodline, have kidnapped Aislinn’s parents and hold them hostage on the dying world of Klatria. Aislinn and Dylan now face the task of rescuing them before they are killed.
 
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