Second Son

Second Son, The Watchers book 2

Raven or dove—birds of a feather flock together.

Every person alive was affected by the relics found amongst the ruins of the Gwellen stone circle. However, as though a trendy topic gone viral for a short time, except for a tabloid headline or two, the world continued to spin very scientifically on its axis. Even Dr. Mallory Jacks remained skeptical, despite all she had witnessed, regardless that she had been specially warned.

Two years after that astonishing moment of first discovery, the artifacts still defied rational explanation. It was likely the true impact of the finds would rumble through the halls of laboratories, universities, museums, and pews for ages to come; granting human life on the planet still exists.

For beyond the boundaries of terra firma and people’s limited senses, unseen forces have kept vigil since the dawn of civilization. And, when Grey returns to Cornwall and Mallory a changed man—with another fantastic story to tell—their love will be tested, and humanity along with its mortality will be judged one last time. The time of the Watcher has arrived.

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Second Son is the second in the Watchers series, picking up simultaneously to the ending of If There Be Giants. This installment follows Grey’s point of view more closely as he learns the truth of his infamous heritage – and how to reconcile his existence and that of his family with their beliefs. However, Grey is faced with more and harder choices than he might have believed possible, and both he and his soul mate, Read on ...

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Announcing his presence, Grey rapped on the narrow rectangular window of the open hospital room door. A broad smile of recognition crossed India’s face when she looked in his direction. India was Rae, Rae was India.

“Darling, you remember him, don’t you? He is your friend,” her mother said with hopeful excitement. “I told you, Daddy, it was going to be a special friend that helped our India to remember.”

Without waiting for an answer, the even smaller, older version of the patient came forward and planted a small-boned, thin hand on Grey’s strong forearm and ushered him into the room. “Come in, come in. You are most definitely welcome here.” She leaned close to her husband and audibly whispered, “And he is quite handsome.”

“Mother, Father, allow me to introduce you to Grey,” the patient said carefully. “May I speak with him alone now?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Mr. Shah said, hurriedly pushing his wife out of the room as though the faster they left the quicker their daughter would completely recover from her amnesia. “We shall return this evening.”

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Shah,” Grey said, bowing at their departure.

“Likewise, young man,” Mr. Shah returned, bobbing his head profusely as the couple exited. Peeking in one last time, he proudly assessed his daughter as though certain the miracle had already occurred, and it was presumably Mrs. Shah’s floating arm in the doorway that fluttered its fingertips, waving goodbye.

“What they have surmised from a tiny smile is quite amazing,” the patient commented, smiling widely again, beckoning Grey to move closer. “I have asked their Guardian to calm them lest they get too excited.”

“Yes, well, they think you and I…that we’re…you know, an item,—that we’re shagging one another. Anyway, how are you? Have you remembered anything to help you along? How do you feel?” Absentmindedly, he straightened the oxford-blue sheet that was unevenly draped over the mattress, exposing the extra thick, downy topper before carefully sitting down next to her on the edge of the bed. “Living the life of luxury, it seems,” he added, puzzling over the feather bed under her slight frame.

“I am present, which seems too obvious an answer; thus, perhaps I do not correctly understand your inquiry. Also, I have recalled nothing as of yet,” she said flatly. A barely detectable grin appeared in her eyes. “Furthermore, my lack of remembrance is normal. That is what the doctors have informed me, as have my guardians. Normal as it may be, I cannot fathom why they would test me with an unending list of questions knowing I should fail.” She laughed, making the pleasant tinkling sound Grey remembered.

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“I have also been made aware of certain facts, such as, among other details, I was born in England, however, categorically, my original ethnicity is East Asian Indian. This ancestry was derived from a line of people who lived in the subcontinent of India for many generations before relocating to the island of Great Britain. I recently turned 24 years of age; I have an estranged brother who resides somewhere amongst the vast plains of Africa; I am studying to be an Archeologist similar to the person I most esteem. I asked my parents if I possess a graven image of Dr. Mallory Jacks, in order to ascertain the extent of my idolatry. As for how I feel, I shall do my best to conjecture the meaning of this emotion or may it be you refer to my tactile sense?” She pressed her fingertips into her forearm. “Unusual, indeed.”