Wednesday, January 30, 2013

"Bloodlines" Prologue Part 2 (Unedited First Draft)


Here is part 2 of the prologue of the first book in the series. 

After this, there are two more parts with a final wrap around at the end.

And like I said, this IS the unedited first draft.  I will be correcting grammatical stuff, adding, deleting, and there are still a couple small things I need to research more of.  But this is the gist of it :)

If you want to read the entire Prologue without "interruptions," you can do so here. 


Illinois-Iowa Territory Border, United States 
On the other side of the world near the Iowa Territory, Jonathan Blake rode his horse Samson on the plains of the American Midwest.  It was early evening, but there was still plenty of daylight left.  Enough for the eighteen-year-old Irishman to get in a good, long ride before nightfall.  Riding Samson across the open terrain was a much loved pastime for Jonathan.  He had come to know the area well, but there was always new uncharted territory to discover.  But on this particular evening, Jonathan was on a mission.

Jonathan had come to America in the autumn of 1832 with his parents, Charles and Emma, and his younger brother, Brendan.  The Blakes had been a working class Black Irish family who had emigrated from Ireland when the beginnings of what would become the potato famine began taking place in some areas of the country.  Charles Blake’s intention was to buy his family land further out west near the Iowa Territory.
Neither Jonathan nor Brendan could recall much of the boat ride from Ireland to America.  At the time, Jonathan was barely five years old and Brendan was two.  But Jonathan did have a memory of getting off the ship with his family after docking at a port in New Jersey.  He had been a curious child and could hardly get enough of his new surroundings.  He remembered taking in how different the new country seemed compared to Ireland.
Upon their arrival, Charles had only had enough money to get his family to New York.  He was fortunately able to get a job with James Livingston’s publishing company and would work for Livingston as he tried saving up money while also providing his family’s needs. Within a year’s time of settling in New York, Charles and Emma would welcome their daughter Frances (or “Frankie” as family and friends would call her) into the world.  The Blakes were thrilled with the new addition to their family and considered the little girl to be a wonderful blessing.  But with one more mouth to feed, the land out west seemed to be a far greater long shot than before.
Charles and Emma had been considering the possibility of a permanent stay in New York after the birth of their fourth child, a son they named Isaiah.  The devoutly Catholic family had come to accept being thankful for the things they did have rather than covet more.  Charles had also found an unlikely friend in the very wealthy James Livingston.  Livingston would come to have a larger role in the lives of the Blakes than anyone would ever be able to imagine and after five years, the Blakes would finally get their land out west.  The youngest child of Charles and Emma, their daughter Rachel, was born on the new land.

It had been eight years since the Blake family had been living on the land Charles Blake had dreamed of buying for his family.  Jonathan was grateful to be riding along the open trail with the warm, late afternoon sun warming his face.  A light wind from the east tousled his dark brown hair.  His thoughts were about the young woman he had seen two days ago along the path.  His mission was to see her again.  She was the most beautiful girl Jonathan had ever seen and he had figured her to be part of the Dakota Sioux tribe nearby.  He had seen her two days ago while out riding Samson.  Jonathan had turned Samson onto a trail when he had seen her walking up from the opposite direction. Jonathan had slowed Samson down, approaching the girl with caution.  He was able to hear that she was singing softly to herself (and was able to get a better look at her) as he got closer.  She appeared to be a couple of years younger than Jonathan, possibly about sixteen.
The young woman had stopped her singing and was looking up at Jonathan with a curiosity as he brought Samson to a halt.  Her dark eyes then went from expressing curiosity to more of an apprehension.  Jonathan didn’t want her to be afraid of him and smiled warmly at her.  He wanted her to know that he meant her no harm.
She stood studying him for a few moments before seeming to relax a little.  Jonathan slowly dismounted from Samson, hooking the horse’s bridal to a strong branch on the tree closest to them.  He turned back to her and their eyes were locked, her black eyes to Jonathan’s grayish-blue eyes.  Jonathan watched as a light wind caused some strands of her black hair to flow around her face.  He could feel his heart beginning to pound in his chest as the world around him seemed to disappear.  At that moment, only Jonathan and the young Dakota Sioux woman existed.  Jonathan had felt his feet taking him toward her.  She stood, seemingly paralyzed as she watched him move closer to her.  He was just close enough to speak to her when she suddenly became startled and disappeared back down the path and into the field.  Jonathan’s first impulse was to run after her, but he was able to stop himself from doing so.  Instead, he had stood there staring after where she had run to wondering if he would ever see her again.
He had returned to that area over the last two days hoping to see her again but she hadn’t been there.  And now here he was, back again.  Jonathan was surprised at the effect this girl had had on him.  Of course, he had seen plenty of girls in the towns and neighboring areas who were also beautiful.  But none of them had done to him what the young woman on the trail had.

A happily infatuated Jonathan Blake was unaware of the two Romani boys on the other side of the world.  Unaware that Nicolae Ganoush (a young man only a year older than he was) and his brother Sebastian (who was the same age as Jonathan’s brother, Isaiah) ran for their lives through a dark forest in the middle of the night with barely anything to their names.  As Nicolae and Sebastian Ganoush stopped at the creek, Jonathan had stopped his horse at the trail where he had originally seen the young woman a couple days prior.  Jonathan began taking Samson down the trail as Nicolae and Sebastian began to follow the creek toward the Romanian-Hungarian border.  The three boys each had a purpose for their movement.  As Nicolae and Sebastian would pick up their pace along the creek, Jonathan would slow Samson’s trot as he watched intently for the young woman.  Over in Romania, Nicolae had stopped to give Sebastian the food break he had promised him.  As Nicolae and Sebastian took that brief, sweet moment to eat a piece of stale bread and drink a little water from Nicolae’s small flask, Jonathan had brought Samson to a halt, his heart leaping at the site of her.  She was there, walking along the path, singing softly to herself as she had been doing when Jonathan had seen her for the first time.

Nicolae’s heart raced as he relived the horrific moments in his mind.  The events that made him a wanted man on the run.  At the same moment, Jonathan’s heart raced as he offered the young woman a nervous yet warm smile as she slowly approached him, reaching out to pet Samson.  The event that would make Jonathan a young man in love.

"Bloodlines" Prologue Part 3 


"Bloodlines" Prologue Part 1 (Unedited First Draft)


Hey everyone,

As promised I am sharing the prologue of the first book of my novel series.  "Bloodlines" is the working title of the series, but I'm totally using it as the title of the prologue.  It is a four part prologue that introduces the four 'bloodlines' of the main characters.  This is Part 1 :)

Also, keep in mind that this is the unedited first draft!  I will still be correcting grammatical stuff and maybe adding, deleting, etc.

If you want to read the entire Prologue without "interruptions," you can do so here.

Hope you enjoy :)

PROLOGUE:

The Bloodlines
June of 1844

Romanian-Hungarian Border (Transylvania)
Nicolae Ganoush was a young man of nineteen when he took his eleven-year-old brother Sebastian out of Romania.  Nicolae was a wanted man.  Wanted for murder and treason.

A pale moon hung in the black, starless sky as the two boys fled into the thick Transylvania woods.  Nicolae knew that Romanian officials would be on the hunt for him and would likely be alerting officials in the neighboring countries to be on the lookout for the two Roma slaves on the run from the law.  The boys would travel through the night and into tomorrow.  They wouldn’t be stopping to rest until the following night and even then they couldn’t be still for too long.  Nicolae knew that he and Sebastian didn’t have much time and a long journey lay ahead of them. 
The boys felt their way through the brush, keeping at an even pace despite Sebastian’s protests of being tired.  Nicolae ordered his younger brother to keep his mouth shut and the two boys continued deeper into the dark forest. Ghostly clouds floated passed the full moon high above the trees, taunting the boys with a small amount of light before enveloping them in darkness.
Sebastian was hungry.  The younger Ganoush boy tried desperately to keep up with his older brother, unaware of all that had occurred just moments earlier.  He had been asleep in his bunk when he was awakened by Nicolae grabbing him from his cot.  Sebastian had noticed the blood on Nicolae, but the older boy offered no explanation other than the two of them having to leave at that very moment.

Sebastian was relieved when they came to a stop at a creek in a clearing.  Nicolae set down the small bag he carried.  The sound of water flowing over rocks and small branches was a soothing contrast to the heated tension radiating from Nicolae.  Sebastian watched as his brother knelt down and roughly scrubbed the drying blood from his hands in the creek.
“Nicolae,” Sebasian said cautiously.  He hoped that Nicolae had some food in his bag.
“What,” Nicolae replied without looking up.  He had removed his bloodstained shirt, dipping it down into the water.  The moon had come out from behind the clouds casting it’s pale beam into the clearing.  Sebastian could see the intensity on his brother’s face as he worked to remove as much of the blood as he could from his clothes and skin.
“I’m hungry,” Sebastian said.
“Well you’re going to have to wait!” Nicolae snapped.
Sebastian flinched backward, his mouth gaping.  Hot tears began to form in Sebastian’s eyes.  He was scared.  Hungry, confused, and scared.  All he wanted at that moment was a scrap of something to eat and for Nicolae to tell him what was going on.  He was tired of Nicolae thinking he was nothing more than a silly child.  Sebastian turned so his brother couldn’t see the tears threatening to escape down his face.
“I’m sorry,” Sebastian heard Nicolae say.  He looked back at his older brother.  A genuine remorse had fallen over Nicolae’s face.
“I’ll give you something to eat soon,” Nicolae continued, “we just need to go a little further while the moon is still out.”
Sebastian responded with a slow nod.  Nicolae pulled his damp shirt back on over his head (he had been able to get most of the blood out).
“Come,” Nicolae said picking up his bag, “another mile and we’ll stop and eat something.  I promise.”
Sebastian gave his brother a small but grateful smile.  He followed Nicolae along the creek, trying his best to keep up with his older brother’s quick, long strides.
“Where are we going?” Sebastian asked, breaking the silence between them.
Nicolae paused before answering, “America.”
Sebastian’s eyes widened.  He looked up at his brother who kept his eyes forward.
“But…what about Eloisa?” Sebastian said furrowing his brow into a frown.
Nicolae came to an abrupt stop at the mention of Eloisa’s name.  Sebastian thought he could see tears forming in Nicolae’s eyes.
“I’d rather not speak of her,” Nicolae said, his voice strained.  Nicolae began walking ahead before Sebastian could say anything more.

The two brothers walked on in silence with Sebastian sneaking occasional glances up at his brother.  Nicolae wore and look of pain and sadness.  Eloisa was not coming with them.  Sebastian’s mind began to race with the possibilities of what may have happened.   
The swift departure, the blood on Nicolae, Eloisa not coming with them…
Chills crept over the younger boy’s skin as more clouds formed a curtain in front of the moon, once again leaving the brothers in the dark.

"Bloodlines" Prologue Part 2