Book Excerpt: Roses Bones

Roses Bones © 2017 Keefe R.D

PROLOGUE

It was the last day of winter 2012 in Manhattan.

People kept on humming their melancholy chanting. Their eyes were heavy with tears and anger. People were obligated to wear black coat in this Remembrance Day of Lydia Brimham’s Death. Those who won’t obey the rule would be ostracized by the folks here. It was like a culture—black symbolized respect upon her death.

The sky turned kind of dark at nine a.m. in Time Square. The Gregorian chanting was ended at the same time the snowstorm came uproar, and slowly, people dismissed themselves.

There was one who covered her neck with a red scarf, walking confidently among the crowd. Her long straight hair mingled with the snow color. Her emerald green eyes stared at the avenue, sharp and eager. She knew best how to approach, and in the count of three, she came.

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Sylvie Elle was hiding her face under the red umbrella, walking in the middle of the crowd when the sky had turned bright again. She wore a black coat and a red scarf.

She had to help restoring the perfect puzzle, and her mission was to be continued. She knew how to find the right person. But then, it came a distraction, her mind went off when something wasn’t fall into place.

A week ago, she had observed the place before this Remembrance Day was held. It took place in a coffee shop with a brown canopy across the road. He was there every morning, sitting alone with the latest newspaper and a bitter cup of coffee. She always noticed his movement with her hawk eyes. And behind the glass window, she had waited for him.

Five minutes later, he walked out from the coffee shop. He was an old man, carrying newspaper in his armpit. He wore a gray flat cap and a black coat. When Elle followed him walking from behind, he turned his back suddenly to notice that something was off.

“How long have you been following me around, angel?” His voice sounded hoarse, and he chuckled afterward. “Well, if you call yourself an angel.”

She chuckled sarcastically.

“What is it that you want?” He approached her a little closer “—but firstly, I knew that you’ve been following me for a while. I don’t think such an angel would have time to grab a coffee.”

“You’ve noticed,” she murmured.

“Oh, so you think I wouldn’t know even you covered your pretty face behind your umbrella, and watching in the corner of the pavement from afar?”

“You’re smart, but—” she smiled, “life won’t just stop there. The political issue and family matters, which you couldn’t run away from all that.”

“I saw them on the television these days, still as phenomenal as they used to be,” his eyes stared away at the tall building next to them as he spoke “—making a huge mistake that goes public. They are poor little souls.”

“You’re right, it is a matter that related to your family—the Aloise,” she shouted agreed with him. “You need to be there for them.”

He glanced sorrowfully at her, but he decided to take a deep breath and just left her behind. Nonetheless, Elle followed him persistently.

“How’s she?” He asked without staring back at her. “My affection for her will be unjust with this partition between us.”

Elle could read his thought like a shallow river, since she knew instantly of whom he was referring, “Catherine is doing fine.”

He stopped walking to face her, and his mouth went crumpled along with his wrinkled forehead, and he spoke, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to meet her before I die. I’m too old for this matter.”

Elle stared pitifully at him, “You’ll find out when the time is right.”

 

Chapter 1—Metamorphosis

Her favorite place in here was the backyard terrace, which added with a beautiful view full of lavender flowers and the invigorating smell. New Rochelle neighborhood was only a temporary living place for her. This was Aunt Sarah’s place, located in the Bronx.

Her eyes stared boldly at the pretty flowers, looking for inspirations, and the words suddenly echoed on her mind, it was something that Elle had said before she disappeared, “You might have wondered, why this life has been leading you to a new perspective. This is the real world.”

After that day, it felt like a fresh start, as if everything had been erased from her mind. She almost forgot all of the sadness and tragedy that happened in the past. However, she felt something was missing, but she didn’t know what it was, like there was a hole in her heart.

The strangest thing, she couldn’t retrieve some moments she had with Elle and Marissa. All that she could remember that they were the caretaker of the Aloise family by now.

But after all, it was just her own thought that bothered her.

There was no precise thought at the time, especially for leaving her Dad alone in Brooklyn. She hadn’t made up her mind about what to do with her apartment in Bronx, so she decided to live with Aunt Sarah for a while.

She had been attending college regularly, so ordinary, and boring. She was in the middle of her third semester now.

Life had changed swiftly. She would turn nineteen soon this October 2013. She hadn’t planned anything significant for her future, but she already had a part-time job twice a week as an errand girl. Life seemed hard at the time that she had no idea of what to do next.

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Book Excerpt: White Foxes

White Foxes © 2016 Keefe R.D

PROLOGUE

The news had propagated around New York like no other oddity ever posted. The murder case wasn’t the only number rank in the providence company. They never played an easy game, but a dangerous one. People clamored out their name, not their tantrum.

The rumor was between the truth and lie that no one could deny their power, since the ordinary exception could be touched by anyone for the momentary phenomenon, and the extraordinary perspective was going to become one of their contemporaneity guilty.

The acknowledgment had everything dealt with the winner. People always thought about it as the higher stratum, infinity, and coldness.

On the other side, the reporters wouldn’t want to catch that, they rather gained a real tantrum and an episode of dying, because they were all believed in the oddity.

Grievously, the kindness didn’t come from the frightening assemblage of White Foxes.

 

1. THE BEGINNING

Cathy Charlotte

The apartment had a good skyscraper prospect of brown building. The yellow cab taxis were parked against some small shops that seemingly dimmed out from the lights. The state that they called the Bronx was the fourth largest population in New York City’s five boroughs.

On the first Saturday of July, both of them finally decided to come to the Bronx after moved out from the Rose Hill neighborhood in the city of New Rochelle where Sarah lived. Eventually, Haile was the one who insisted to leave with peace. She was in the state of worriment, although she had a thought to have a short meditation in a mountain hill that might help, it seemed profoundly too much since her decision was final.

The lobby was truly simplicity even it looked extensive from the main entrance, merely in the Parkchester Apartment. A few residents just walked out from the elevator with their depressing faces. The new city seemingly filled with some of ignorant people, which was way different from many of smiley townsman in Bisbee. At least, there would always be someone who was kind-hearted to a new neighbor.

Cathy came up with another box to the fifth floor. At the same time she arrived, her mom thanked an old bald man who just lifted a heavy box to their door.

“Oh, let me introduce my daughter—Cathy,” and vice versa, she introduced him to her, “and this is Mr. Donald—our smiley-nice-neighbor.”

They got giggled together with his new nickname.

Swiss Donald was sixty-year-old bald man who lived next door. He was a strong man for someone at his age, and surely he had manner as he was very generous at their first arrival.

“Oh, let me bring it for you,” he forced to take away the box from her arms.

Cathy accidentally sounded jerking, “No, please,” and felt guilty about it, she quickly smiled, “I can bring it by myself, I don’t want to burden you.”

“Come on, I don’t feel that way,” he insisted and took the box away from her. “As soon as I knew there would be a new neighbor, I was so excited.”

It seemed that they were the only living people in this fifth floor. However, she felt really lucky on this first day of moving out, to have him as the man next door that unlike the rest of neighbors here, who pretended acting nescience.

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Will be Featured on InstaFreebie: White Foxes Book

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So excited, White Foxes is chosen to be featured on the most thrilling giveaway site, which is instafreebie.com for the section “See it First”.

White Foxes is book two from the Royal Arcanum series, and will be featured on Insta Freebie Blog on Thursday, 22 December 2016.

It’s all about the eBook giveaway during this holiday! You can claim your free copy of White Foxes before the end of January 2017.

So, yeah, I decided to extend the giveaway session, because I am so thrilled to share the newborn of this newest book that I spent two years to finish, and added with the first installment, which is Royal Arcanum novel, where four years had passed with the roller coaster feeling from the writing process.

If you’re interested to get the insight of the story, please feel free to visit this link to claim your own free copy: https://www.instafreebie.com/book/21342

Have a nice holiday for everyone!

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A Huge eBook Giveaway for Everyone during November!

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I will be making a huge giveaway of WHITE FOXES novel during the whole November! Anyone can get the Digital Advance Reader’s Edition, just contact me and I’ll sent your copy via email. There are no rules to get this book, because:

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I want to celebrate my late birthday as well as the birth of the 2nd book in the Royal Arcanum series, which is; WHITE FOXES that will be published in December 2016. This book is the sequel to Royal Arcanum novel, about 18-year-old Cathy Charlotte who moves with her mom to The Bronx, New York to continue her college life along with her best friend, Josh Kingsley. Unexpectedly, their life have to encounter such a phenomenal issue, involving the police, public media, and the bloody secret within one royal family that people are deathly fear of, which is known as White Foxes.

After you contact me via form below, I will add you to the waiting list, and your copy will be delivered to your email in the late November 2016.

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[Short Story] The Cryptic

The first time we moved in, we found an obsolete paper hung in front of the entrance door, the words said; this house is cursed, do not open!

My dad grimaced as he read that, that could be teenager’s prank. He had considered the whole sleepy town idea since some residents already warned us about the house, but there was no turning back, and he already bought it anyway.

The Victorian house looked uncanny and old. The dusts and cobwebs had been covering every corner of the space. I hated the idea if the house might be haunted by an old story and ghosts. More strangely, no mirrors hung in each bedroom, but the only one I found was in the living room. Some rumors said that the mirror was the heart of this house. Who would seriously believe that?

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[Poem] The Fractal Debris

The house buried under the sun,

the shimmer they hid couldn’t run,

for the age they held,

no more than a hesitancy.

If one could shallow a sinner thought,

the old cabin would allure,

for the smoke and ashes to sue.

The tantrum was lifting a tragedy,

of what they said about the wood;

a frantic horror and panic.

For what they had consumed,

they might remain the same.

The cabin wouldn’t look alive,

and the brown shade would suffice.

as if the fractal debris were there to swirl.

As the only living place in the wood,

oh, the agony to lose that place has raging,

only for them to survive,

from the wild roses.

Once the wolf echoed,

they should know their place.