Welcome to Snippet Sunday on Darkling Dreams!
Where writers come together to share a few sentences (8-10) of their current project — whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.

For those that were following and looking forward to another snippet from Clockwork Heart… Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m holding off on sharing from that WiP this month, even though I missed the final shares for it in February. The (tentative) plan right now is to come back to it in April during Camp NaNo, because I believe that is the story I will be working on for Camp. Providing I do in fact manage to finish Fated to Darkness this month, and providing another WiP doesn’t scream at me to work on it instead. There’s quite a few trying to grab my next immediate attention…
So while I madly write away at the FINAL five chapters of Fated to Darkness, I’m once more going to share snippets from that novel for motivation. Hopefully ya’ll aren’t getting tired of seeing this novel.
This week’s excerpt picks up right where we left off in last week’s snippet.
And now for the third peek at Chapter 9: The Gift…
(I may be jumping around a lot in this chapter, or skipping further ahead, to avoid spoilers.)
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Fright immediately overtook Heather’s body when Ciara set the torch in the bracket beside the entrance and unlocked the door once more, still holding her tightly with her other hand.
“N-No. I be good. Please!”
“Shut up,” she spat, dragging her inside the room once more.
In the dim lighting of one low burning torch, Heather could just make out the girl laying motionless at the back of the cell. The flickering light made her look even worse for wear than when Heather had been dragged out hours ago in defiance. Or maybe it was the even more tattered, bloody clothes and fragile state that made her appear worse off. Blood stained the ground around her, still glistening rather fresh. Her hair was matted and she ever so weakly picked her head up to look to see who had come in with dull eyes. A slight spark of life shown in them when she saw Heather being dragged in but it was barely there.
Ciara must have come back in after taking her away to expel some frustration and anger on the poor girl. It was the only explanation Heather could fathom for her defeated state now.
The Dark One threw Heather forward to the girl again, making her stumble to the ground in front of her. Already raw knees scrapped on rough stone. The dagger she had been told to use before clattered to the floor behind her before Ciara kicked it toward her. It came to rest just in front of Heather, with the point ironically positioned at the girl.
“Pick it up.”
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Do you think Heather is going to pick it up or not?

Blurb:
Three year old Heather Fraeis is like every other normal toddler. With a loving family, a family dog, and a little bit spoiled.
But fate can be a twisted and cruel friend.
Kidnapped on the night of her fourth birthday by a woman clad in black, Heather is whisked away to a realm that has never been known to exist. Forced into a life she doesn’t want as her kidnapper’s Heir, she comes to find that monsters do in fact exist, nightmares are more than bad dreams, and magic is more than just the thing of fairy tales.
Lies, fear, secrets, and pain await her around every corner. Swallowed whole by the dark path laid out before her, she is forced to fall with no light at the end of the tunnel to give her hope. Until she meets a young boy that may change everything once more for her…
Can Heather defy all the odds and overcome who is she forced to become? Or will it be too late for her to rise above the fate laid before her?
This story is not yet on Wattpad because it is my baby that I hope to publish one day, and if no one will publish me, I am self publishing. But it’s also not on Wattpad because it’s in first draft phases yet. So there will be no “if you wish to read more…”
However! If you wish to read anything else that I have out for free, you can hop on over to my profile on Wattpad and check out what I have to offer. Or if you wish to read my debut release, Embermyst, you can find out more about that in the tabs above. (I’m working on the tabs, bare with me.) I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well. Comments are greatly appreciated, as are the reads. You can also find me on my Facebook author page to keep up to date with all that’s going on in my writing.
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She might pick it up, or she might try to fight. I love your descriptions–and Ciara is one scary chick.
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Maybe she will, maybe she won’t. Perhaps you’ll find out next week. I’m glad you enjoy it, and yeah, Ciara is one scary bitch. Sorry, chick! XD Thanks, Nancy.
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Oh my, what a scary position to be in. Good snippet, Daelyn.
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Oh it can get worse… Thank you, Siobhan. :)
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A moment of decision is upon her. Become evil or die.
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Oh, death would be bliss to her very soon here. But I think Ciara has other intentions for that moment of decision… Thanks, Ed.
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I’m too scared to think about what she’s supposed to do with it. Let’s hope there’s a way out for her. Great snippet.
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Oh if you’re scared now then next week may have you hiding… *Grins* Maybe there’s a way out, maybe there isn’t. You’ll have to find out. Thanks, Iris.
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Really great description in this!
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:D Thank you! It makes me smile every time I hear someone say that.
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Oh dear. If they want her to do what i think they want her to do… That’s quite the position to be put into.
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Ooooh, it depends. What do you think Ciara wants her to do? *Slight grin*
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Hopefully, she’ll pick it up and stab the dark one with it.
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Haha! You know, you’re the first one to say that. I like the way you think.
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