My body and soul are weak, and I am tired. I close my eyes and lie back on my bed. I dream of the past. My thoughts bringing back memories of trees, flowers and my fiance. He is waiting for me at the alter. It is the day I will marry the love of my life. I turn to walk outside the house. My breath is captured by a strange smell. I try to fight it but the drug is to strong. Darkness overcomes my consciousness. I leap from my bed, my heart pounding, as my sweet dream is stolen by reality. My feet embed into the rat dropping and mud that once was carpet. I glance around. The dungeon remains dark and dreary. I let out a loud sigh. I try to convince myself that today will be the day I escape. The sound of foot steps overtake the silence of the room. My heart skips a beat. I run to the middle of the room and take my position. Sitting on my knees, my hands tucked beneath me. This is the way I am to meet my captor and if this is not done I know the consequences will be dire.
- Paperback | 420 pages
- 152.4 x 228.6 x 24.13mm | 703.06g
- 01 Jun 2015
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- United States
- black & white illustrations
About Shawna Stewart Lowther
As a young Mother Lynn was on her way to becoming an author. Her life changed when she became victim to horrible disease, "Eclampsia." Shawna died that night only to be reborn someone she didn't know. Because of the severity of her complications of the disease; she lost her memory. After 7 seven years of going to different doctors she finally was told that she would never regain the memory that she lost. She found herself living in a world she didn't know, with people she didn't know. At first she let the memory loss controlled her and she did not tell her family what was happening. After a few years she finally admitted to her family what was happening and to her surprise they were very supportive and tried to help her remember as much they could. It never worked and she was left with only the memories she was told and a few she wished she never had. After years of disbelieve that this could happen to her, she finally decided to do something about it. She returned to school and with the suggestion from her son she began writing again. The words seemed flow from her like they had never been lost. Her Novel of Angels of Demons, she calls a metaphor about her life.