Second Son

Second Son, The Watchers book 2Second Son is book 2 of The Watchers series and it is coming late in 2017.

Birds of a feather are tethered.

Every life was affected by relics found buried among the ruins of the great stone circle in Gwellen, a tiny hamlet on the Cornish countryside. However, as though a trendy topic gone viral for a time, except for a tabloid headline or two, the world continues to spin very scientifically on its axis.

Two years later the artifacts would still defy rational explanation, and the true impact of the finds would likely rumble through the halls of laboratories, universities, and museums, as well as pews for ages to come. People will go about their lives as usual; even Dr. Mallory Jacks, despite everything she has witnessed and having been warned of the pending doom, remains unconvinced. In fact, that whole drama will be almost forgotten.

And yet, beyond the boundaries of humanity and its paltry worries there are bigger problems brewing. When Grey returns from his trip a different man, with another fantastic story to tell, Mallory’s heart could break and her mortality along with everyone else’s will be tested.


Teaser from Chapter 6

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 the very moment she looked in his direction.

“India, hon, you remember him, don’t you? He’s your friend,” her mother said with hopeful excitement. Without waiting for an answer the small, 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.”

“Mother, Father, this is Grey. May I speak with him alone for moment?” the patient said carefully.

“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 recover from her amnesia.

“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 to wave goodbye.

“What they gleaned from a tiny smile is quite amazing,” India commented, smiling widely again, beckoning him to move closer.

“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 have not recalled anything, as of yet,” she said flatly. A barely detectable grin appeared in her eyes. “My lack of remembrance is normal. Normal as it may be, I cannot fathom why they would test me with an unending list of questions knowing I would fail.” She laughed, making a pleasant tinkling sound Grey remembered.

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