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Lost Memories: A Nova Garrett Novel
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“I haven’t thought too much about death; it is not something that I contemplate in my everyday life. There was a time when the feeling of peace would have been much better than the pain…The sweet blackness that engulfs your mind, dulls the senses, and eats away all your fears.
Sweet nothingness.
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You might think it weird to contemplate death before it is your time. Though when you have the tendency to draw death toward you time and time again, it would only seem natural for someone like me.
Even though death would be welcomed, it was not meant for me; my fate was much more painful. I was not granted the privilege of everlasting peace. I was given much more than I expected; much more than I really wanted and maybe… more than my mind could possibly handle.
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Being strong and gifted would be a great help in this world, but to me with little memory of my past, it has become nothing but a hindrance in this world that I have come to know.
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My name? Novangelia.
My job? Staying alive.
My goal? Retrieve those lost memories, and try to live with what fate has dealt me.
What am I? A hellcat to be reckoned with, so don’t threaten me or my brother. You won’t live to regret it.”
The Miracle Green
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Another loud blast of a horn startled me back to reality, and I whipped the steering wheel of the faded blue sedan to the right to put the car back onto my side of the road. My head pounded as I realized what I was doing.
A loud beep sounded next to the driver’s door, and I glanced out the side window. I watched as a small purple Sentra that was keeping pace with me. A nice looking young man sat in the driver’s seat, attired in a dark blue suit, a matching tie with white pinstripes cinched primly around his long neck. The tie hung down the front of his satin white shirt, held in place with a gold colored tie tack. His barely there smile made his eyes sparkle. I watched as the smile quickly turned to a grimace as he glared across the gap at me. Then to accentuate the grimace; he gave me the bird. This consisted of raising his fist in the air with his middle finger extended. I could feel the heat as it crept up my neck to my cheeks. I quickly averted my eyes back to the road. I glanced down and noticed that the speedometer registered a slow thirty-five. I suppose that was another strike against me. I just hoped that no one was keeping score.
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Too many hours on the road and lack of sleep were taking its toll, and it was at the time of day that wavered between the daylight and dark.
The twilight hour.
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I think that is what they call it, or lovers light. The most beautiful time of the day, just as the sun fades into the dark evening shadow. Yes, a lover’s night. A night to enjoy and savor the soft warm body of that special someone, as the waning of the sun, bathed the land in its golden glow.
Beautiful.
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If you were not driving, it would be a beautiful part of the evening. The beginning of May was the beginning of a painful new life, hopefully a wonderful beginning.
Mountain Moon: A Nova Garrett Novel
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My name is Novangelia Leeann Garrett, they call me… Nova, or at work it is simply, Runt. I live in the small tourist town of Tellico Plains, Tennessee. The town is set at the foot of the Appalachian Mountains. In the early morning during the spring, summer, and fall, a smoke-colored haze rolls slowly down the slope.
It reminds me of an avalanche of snow that silently descends, and then consumes everything in its path, hiding it from the outside world. This beautiful, yet small and picturesque town, which I have come to love, I now call my home. In fact it is the only home I have ever known because I have little memory of my past. A past that now haunts me.
Whenever I gaze at the mountains, there is a longing that takes hold of my heart. It feels more like home, safe and secure. The feeling is stronger than the town itself. There is a feeling of danger there, and the need to escape from the pain that awaits me.
“Every year, on the seventh hour of the fourth day, if you happen to be in the meadow and truly believe with all your heart, the Mountain Moon will shine down on you. If so, you will surely see your true love. If legend is true, then I will search for that meadow someday.”
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