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Excerpt from The Given Garden, Book #1 The Eden Chronicles, S.K Munt

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Prologue

Some people said that in the beginning, God made the world in six days and rested on the seventh. Others said that there was nothing until Vishnu hummed the world to life, and some believed that there was no beginning at all and that the world simply grew from energy. There were thousands of stories along this vein: that a beetle sank to the bottom of an expansive ocean and brought up mud until he had pulled up continents, or that one single atom exploded and put everything where it needed to be.
They were wild, irrational stories and some of them were so ridiculous that it would boggle the mind of any sane person. And yet, there were thousands of humans in the time before that believed each- and were willing to die for the right to go on believing in their own brand of theology. They all named and lay claim to God and what he’d done and why he’d done it, and arguments stemmed from these contrasting beliefs from so many differing parties, that speaking on the subject ceased to be enough and it led to tears, screaming and eventually, bloodshed.
But I know the real story. In our world- everyone knows the real story, and everyone has read the tales of the old. In fact, we are forbidden to read anything on the subject of theology until we have demonstrated that we have a grasp on the only truth there is- a test that is given at the age of four after one year of solid education on the subject. Four, you say? How young! Well no, youth is an illusion in Calliel, as is everything else.
I’m sure you’ve read the old myths and fable stories too, and have either laughed or prayed or been made into a believer by them, and whatever you’ve chosen to believe is fine with me.
None of it has any bearing on my story and in the end- our individual stories are the truest reflection of God that can ever be.
I hope yours is more attractive than mine, because I am named Larkin, I am sixteen years-old and though I have always loved and had faith in God, I am contemplating giving Satan my soul, in exchange for just one drop of happiness that I can hold on to here in this torturous paradise.

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They told us that this new world was perfect

They told us that we were all equal under the eyes of the only God

They told me that I was nothing

He told me that he would protect me

They swear that I can trust them

I don’t

How can I believe in something, in a world where faith isn’t optional?

The Given Garden is Book #1 in The Eden Chronicles, and is set six hundred years after Armageddon, where Utopia is the goal, but chaos is the result. Larkin had no choice to be an illegal third-born child, so does that mean that she should give her life to the crown in penance? And if so, can trust that she will find a friend in Prince Kohen Barachiel, and not a Nephilim master? The kingdom is in his family’s hands,her life in his, the clock is ticking until god’s return, and Satan is watching, waiting for her moment to strike back.

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Someone who was still in there.
Thinking quickly, Charlotte shuffled back to her driver’s door and turning the key once to get the coil working, flicked on her headlights after. Like a diamond in sunlight, the interior of the shop lit up brilliantly; so brilliantly that there was no mistaking the flurry of movement she saw behind the counter. Charlotte smiled grimly, and then twisted her headlights again, proud of how handy her high beams were proving to be when suddenly, a thin shadow leapt up from behind the counter and began waving its arms frantically. Though the action was silent, the point was clear:
‘Woman are you fucking crazy turn off your DAMN LIGHTS!’
But Charlotte flicked them instead, and when the boy vanished again she flicked them once more. When he did not re-emerge she sighed, leaned onto her steering wheel and blasted the centre with her horn. The sound was so excruciatingly loud in the evening air that Charlotte shuddered, taking her hand off it as soon as she felt she’d made her point and looking around anxiously, scanning the sidewalks, not completely oblivious to the sound of a scream in the far distance and even worse, a disembodied moan floating through the air like the end of a yawn from her left. It wasn’t so close that it represented a direct threat, but her skin blossomed with goose bumps all the same.
I can’t stand here all night waiting for this guy to do the right thing, can I? Think woman, think!
Charlotte turned back to the shop, wanting to scream or beg the boy inside to turn the pumps on- to personalize her precarious predicament and possibly evoke empathy within him or a sense of responsibility- but she couldn’t get her drama on without making a racket, and she had a funny feeling that the sounds of a woman in distress would be like zombie catnip.
Besides, what reason did the attendant have to turn the pumps on for her? He didn’t know her and for all he knew, her appearance probably made her look like a time bomb waiting to happen, because she fit the ‘danger’ age group perfectly. Survival required a certain degree of selfishness, as she’d just displayed to the hoodie guy back down the road, and the attendant was safely barricaded inside a shop packed with all the supplies one could need with no reason to see how her ‘Come eat me’ behaviour was a threat to anyone but herself so long as he remained hidden in the dark.
Nope. Polite Charlotte isn’t working for me. Wonder if the mask is a turn-off? I bet Sophia would be pumping gas by now!
The damsel thing hadn’t worked so it was clear to Charlotte that she’d have to try acting menacing instead, which was going to be a tricky part to play with a headful of curlers and sparkly lettering across her breasts. She swiveled her gaze to the gun on her seat and she wondered if she could convince the boy that so long as she remained in danger, he did too. But the idea of waving the gun around, of threatening him and getting caught on CCTV in her get-up as the purple-faced apocalypse tyrant made her feel ill. But she’d still rather be tagged as a burglar, than by her toe.
Bribery? Worth a shot yeah?
Charlotte reached back into her car and pulled a crisp, one hundred dollar note from an envelope in her glove compartment, feeling a twinge of guilt as she realised she’d had that cash handy to pay Cadence with, back at the salon. Isaac, always more prepared than a boy-scout with OCD, had given her the labeled envelope that afternoon back at the clinic while whispering that they were paying Cadence off the books to help her out of a rough month. The recollection of his kindness, and the sight of his angular handwriting on the front of the envelope made her heart skip another beat. He really was too, too good a man for the likes of her.
Isaac would never bully a service station attendant into doing his bidding because he would have had a full fuel tank to begin with!
Pushing that thought aside, Charlotte made a big show of waving around the one hundred dollar bill, and then lifted the pump lever next to the one she intended to use, placing the note in the hollow behind it and then replacing the nozzle, trapping the money there. Then, she tapped on the fuel pump and waited expectantly.
Come on, come on, come on… ! Please please please?
Another moan sounded, and down the street, there was a yelp. Charlotte’s arms had been crossed in a: ‘Your move’ sort of stance but the sound of the approaching creature had her digging her nails into the flesh of her arms. When another ten seconds passed, and the moan resonated in the air again; this time much closer, Charlotte lost her patience along with any courage she’d managed to scrape together and store in her spine. Pissed off and terrified, she got back into her car, flicked the key all the way to start the ignition and then slammed her foot down on the accelerator as she snapped the door shut, revving the car as hard as she could and hoping that it wouldn’t expose her bluff by spluttering its last.
She saw the shadow of the boy straighten, saw him step slightly closer to the window, slowly raising his hands as if to say: ‘Whoa…let’s not do anything stupid now!’ But Charlotte merely smiled, pleased to know that she still had his attention. She released the parking brake, shoved the gearstick into drive and then lurched forward, aiming her car right at the entrance doors of the service station and thinking that if this didn’t work, the cowardly teenage boy might be the last person she ever saw alive through human eyes and if he didn’t help her, she’d relish eating him first.

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I wasn’t going to let the fact that Saxon had a bigger penis than me bother me one little bit. I mean, not ‘little bit’ because I’m not ‘little’ but I’m not like… I mean, he has maybe half an inch on the slack on me but that’s… Okay, can I start again?
I have a very nice penis and it’s big by common standards. Saxon’s appeared to be marginally bigger but who knows? Maybe he’s crooked or something or maybe the acoustics in the boys’ locker room was throwing off my perspective or maybe the lukewarm water coming out of my shower head was a bit cooler than his… or maybe it was hearing the girls’ voices lift and shriek from the room beside us as they apparently re-enacted a scene from Cats after training, that had me shrivelling up just a little.
Girls fight over Saxon all the time, so he can probably handle the nails-on-a-chalkboard pitchy thing their voices do better than me and therefore, was untroubled by the cacophony while my manhood tried to hide behind my testicles.
Sigh- or maybe they fight over him all the time because he’s so bloody hung. Argh! When was this guy going to show a weakness that couldn’t be filed nicely under sexy labels like: ‘Complicated’ or ‘Romantic’ or ‘Intense.’ Why couldn’t he pick his nose or something? Why couldn’t he be an inch smaller ALL over?
And most importantly- why couldn’t I be the kind of person who wished that everybody was as un self-conscious and self-assured as Saxon bloody Clarke? I’m trying to be a better ‘bigger’ person than I am, honestly, but every guy has his limits and apparently, Saxon was mine.

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This book will take you outside of yourself and make the world fall away. I’ve had many pretty things to say about Emm Cole’s other two novels but The Short Life Of Sparrows is more of an experience than a story. I usually like to share amusing gif’s with my bigger reviews but for this one, I’m going to paste imagery which recreates the haunting beauty this novel inspired within my imagination. I even felt more romantic, reading this, like the life between the pages could be transferred to my own existence and make it more.

There is nothing generic about this novel. Every character, every scene, every plot twist is utterly unique and following the adventure felt like having one of those really good stretches after having sat in the same position for so long, turning page after page of cliches before finding something that makes you shiver deliciously. It’s seductive, whimsical, gripping and oh so beautiful that it will make you ache.

As an author I must admit that I’m green with jealousy over Emm’s incredible use of descriptive language. She just has a way of painting a picture with a magic brush that the rest of us could never wield with such understated, creative elegance. And I assume that this would have been a very easy task for her with a storyline so unlike any other! She’s taken such a stock-standard subject, like witches, and put this fantastical spin on it so that you end up feeling like she’s gone out on a mythology branch of her own creation and I suppose that it exactly what she’s done.

The village where the novel is set is like no other. This story is dark, very dark at times and then ethereally light at others and yet the setting is just so damn unique that it offers yet another level for the imagination to roll about on. Imagine if Tim Burton and Dr Suess painted a canvas together- that’s what I saw in the Seer’s village, where the witches have the ability to change their houses and affect their environment to suit their needs, provided they don’t mind offering a sacrifice in return.

It’s just so creative! There’s this magical atmosphere to it which is almost consistently touched by foreboding and then you have these two sects of people existing separately, but in close proximity to one another and safeguarding the human race which they have completely detached themselves from. The seer’s are the witches, and the Nightbloods are their, well I’ll use ‘mates’ for lack of a better word because although their lives are woven together by unbreakable threads, they can never be cinched tightly enough to become one. Both sects must make use of their magical gifts, but if they get too close, all hell breaks loose. And when an ‘Ordinary’ (human) comes to live amongst these eccentric people, the s*** really does hit the cauldron and a whole lot of mysteries suddenly unfurl to stage a very romantic and often painful romance.

TSLOS is sexy and haunting. Exciting and yet homey and every single character is captivating, especially the three main characters. I love the fact that the heroine Call isn’t some Mary-Jane, she’s sassy and bitter and quick to lose her temper, and the two male protagonists (Okay so one’s a sexy-ass antagonist. Woot! Go the bad boys!) are so real that they practically peel themselves off the page.

5 stars are not enough! Read this if you’re in to Paranormal romance, Fantasy romance, Fantasy, Romance, Dark Fantasy or you know- Books. Move this to the top of your TBR and watch this lady very closely because she’s going to open minds and rock worlds 🙂