Fire
Quill Publishing presents: Cover reveal for Enlightenment: Book 1 of The Driel
Series by Liz Keel
Title: Enlightenment
Series: The Driel Series #1
Author: Liz Keel
Genre: YA Fantasy
Publisher: Fire Quill Publishing
Release Date: April 2016
Back Blurb
After losing everything, all
seventeen-year-old Thea wanted was to be a normal teenager. Instead, she was
attacked by a mysterious creature she thought only existed in fairy tales. Now
thrown into the unknown realm of Faey, Thea is forced to determine the
difference between reality and fantasy, in a world ruled by a dark elite and a
society wracked by intolerance and prejudice.
With the support of her new friends and
a mysterious dark haired, blue-eyed guardian watching her every move, Thea will
discover that when it comes to Faey, nothing is what it seems. Will her courage
and desire to save this new world from darkness be enough? Or will Thea be the
next victim to fall to the dark whispers of fate…
Enlightenment, the first book of The Driel Trilogy, is a suspenseful work of fantasy that immerses
the reader in a richly imagined universe governed by magic and mystery. Tautly
plotted, with strong characters and high tension, it will appeal to fans of
fantasy and sci-fi, as well as all those who enjoy well-written imaginative
literature.
Excerpts
The Nightmare
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I screamed. It had happened again. This was the fourth night in a row I had
woken up with a start, beads of sweat dampening my forehead and a sick feeling
swirling in my stomach. Rubbing my face whilst trying to sit up I thought back
to the same terrifying dream that had been haunting me for weeks now. Not that
I expected it to be any other way. I mean, watching your parents die in a car
crash will have that effect on you. The difference was that I was supposed to
have died. I know it sounds crazy but there was no way I should have survived
that; yet I had, and I was sure that the only reason I was still alive was
because of the bright light that had emanated from my body.
We were supposed to have been setting off on
a three-month expedition around India, but only got as far as our local town in
Montana before it happened. One minute I was sitting in the back of the car
fiddling with my iPod and the next second I’d heard Mom screaming. I’d looked
up just in time to see a car skidding along on the road before it hit us
side-on, flipping us into a ditch. Even now the fear I’d felt at the time – the
fear of what was to come – still swallows me whole. Time had seemed to slow
down as I had watched my mom and dad being thrown around as the car had turned
upside down. Our screams had been overwhelming and I’d been reaching my
breaking point, when suddenly all went silent and I had been engulfed in a
bright, orange glow that had blinded me. Everything after that was hazy. I
remember smacking my head on the window, which had been followed by an
unbearable pain that had made my skull feel as though it would explode. I put
my hand to my forehead, feeling a warm and sticky liquid trickling down the
side of my face. Putting my hand out in front of me, I saw it was blood, but my
fuzzy brain couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. It was at that point black
spots started to creep into my vision, making everything seem blurry. Then,
however much I tried to stay awake, the darkness won and I slipped out of
consciousness.
I awoke to an incessant bleeping and hushed
whispers of ‘So young’ and ‘Such a shame’ and it was at that point I knew both
of my parents were dead. Upon opening my eyes, a numb feeling began to take
over as I realized I was in the local hospital with doctors giving me
sympathetic looks and calling me sweetie whilst a nurse asked me who they
should contact. That was an easy answer: no one. My parents had both been only
children and their parents, my grandparents, had died when they were young.
There was no one else.
A couple of hours later Eli turned up with
his family. Who’s Eli? Explaining him isn’t exactly one of the easiest things
to do, as our relationship was complicated to say the least. Foremost, he’s my
best friend, even with his over-protective nature, which I think stems from his
need to look out for me, kind of like how I imagined a brother would for a
sister. This would make sense as I’ve always been really close to his family, who
seem to have been in my life for forever. Yes, it was helped by the fact they
lived in the same neighbourhood as us and that he went to the same high school
as me; but more than that Eli seems to have been there at all my major life
events. From losing my first tooth, to falling off my bike and then taking me
for walks in the forest when I needed the company, he’s always been there,
someone I could rely on.
And again on this eventful day, he turned up
knowing exactly what I needed: for someone not to say anything, but instead
just to sit with me. He completely ignored his mother’s sobs as he only had
eyes for me, walking quickly over to my bed and wrapping his arms around me. He
pulled me onto his lap and once again I seemed to fit perfectly as he cocooned
me, wrapping his arms around my back, his warmth spreading through me like a
drug. We were both seniors but he looked older, probably due to the growth
spurt he had had over the summer. At six foot one he was a whole seven inches
taller than me and had these tanned muscular arms that were freakishly strong,
probably due to his part-time job as a labourer on the local farm. His dark
blond hair spent most of the time being brushed back from his forehead, as it
always fell into his eyes, but it always really suited him that way. One of the
things I loved most about him were his eyes, which sparkled different shades of
emerald green and I swear just looking at them let me know how he was feeling.
On that day they had been a dull green.
I know the way I’m describing him might make
you wonder why I’m not talking about him as something more than just a friend,
but that’s the complicated part. You see, my feelings for him are purely
platonic, but I don’t think he feels the same. The way Eli looks at me
sometimes…the subtle hints…the way he grabs my hand and won’t let go, I think
he wants something more and I’m not sure what to do about it. And however
selfish this might sound, I need him in my life and can’t mess up our
friendship, even to see if there could possibly be something more to our
relationship. What if it all went wrong?
“Hey Thea,” Eli had whispered into my ear.
“Mom says that when you’re discharged you’re coming home with us, period. No
arguing.” I’d squeezed him back, gratefully burying my face in the crook of his
neck, unable to communicate how much he and his family meant to me. At least
they would be able to keep the loneliness at bay.
We sat like that for ages, me just breathing
in his woody, musky smell, wondering how I was meant to function again. He
twisted strands of my dark brown hair around his fingers and occasionally
stroked his thumb along the side of my chin in a soothing manner. I could hear
his mother and father in deep discussions with the police officers, and heard
them say it was a miracle I was alive. Tell me about it. The only other person
who had been around was Eli’s four-year-old sister Leela, who kept coming up
with big, round, sad eyes, patting me on the leg whilst trying to get me to
take Buggles, her much loved toy rabbit. She had known something was wrong and
had tried her hardest to fix it in the only way she knew how.
That was four months ago, and although I’ve
spent most of my time since then feeling numb and totally lost, I have begun to
smile again and do normal things like getting up in the morning and going to
school. If only these dreams would go away. There was nothing I could do about
what had happened, but still my brain was making me re-play it over and over
again. However, this latest dream was different.
Whenever I had dreamt about the crash,
before the part where the orange glow appeared, I could see the faces of the
bystanders with their horrified looks as we began to tip over. But this last
time there was another face of a man who looked at me – and I mean really looked
at me – as though he knew me. For some reason his eyes glowed with an intense
ferocity and the sneer on his face only added to the anger that seemed to
radiate off him. I couldn’t work out what I had ever done to him, or why I
hadn’t seen him in my dreams before.
About the Author
Liz Keel lives in
Surrey, England, a short walk from the beautiful
Windsor Park, with her husband and their two gorgeous children. She sees writing as nothing short of an
addiction and often finds herself sneaking out to her writing
shed
for just a few minutes, which can often turn into hours of pure, unadulterated
bliss catching up with her characters and continuing their story. In-between writing, she teaches in a primary
school where there’s never a dull moment! She will often be found Kindle in
hand, reading a wide variety of genres but with YA fantasy and paranormal
romance at the forefront of her reading list.
Although she’s currently writing the
second book in the Driel trilogy, other characters involving all things
fantasy, paranormal and YA romance are jockeying for position, wanting me to
write their story next, so watch this space!
