A Lost Legacy: Descending (Lost Legacies #2)
By: C.E. Dimond
264 pages | May 29, 2019 | Write Addictions Publishing
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Her adventures at Broadhaven have brought Finn on a journey somewhere she never expected; Ireland. While she struggles with the decision she made to leave her coven behind, she begins her search for answers in the place where it all began. Help arrives in unexpected places and the secrets of the McLoughlin family slowly begin to unravel as Finn fights to prevent herself from completing the prophecy. Things take a surprising turn for her when she discovers she may not be the only one capable of fulfilling the task. Now, she is not the only one she has to worry about stopping.
The plane jolted me awake. I squinted in protest at the sunlight that was streaming through the small window. How had the time passed so quickly? I sat up straighter and began to look around at the others on the plane. I soon discovered that I could barely remember the flight across the ocean. It was as if I had retreated deep into my own mind on the flight. Everything happening around me had seemed to pass by unnoticed. It was no real surprise; I knew that I couldn’t allow myself to concentrate on anything after what I had just done.
I sat there as the plane began to descend into Dublin and it hit for the first time; I had no idea what I was doing. It had seemed so clear at the time, at that moment that I’d left the house, bag packed. I had been confident in my decision. The determination to protect the others had been the driving force behind me as the Taxi took me to the airport. Now that it was too late to change my mind, I asked myself; had it been a mistake?
No. I couldn’t let myself begin to think that way. I was firm on my decision. I still believed that leaving them behind had been the right thing to do. I had to have no regrets about that, or it was going to tear me apart on the inside. The cruel things I’d said to the others, those were words I did regret. Stepping over Eamon’s sleeping body in the hallway. Sneaking out without so much as a note detailing my goodbye. I regretted it all. I hadn't meant any of it, not a single word. But, when I’d started saying those things, once they had begun to flow from my lips, I couldn’t bring myself to stop. I had done it all with the intent to anger them, with the hope that they would never forgive me. There was a chance that I’d taken it too far, especially using magic on Caine. I had broken the first rule of the coven with one swift flick of my wrist. The worst part was that I hadn’t even thought twice about doing it. I had done what I thought I needed to do; done what I could in that moment to convince them I’d gone rogue, no matter how many rules were broken along the way.
What was it they said about good intentions?
Oh right; Hell.
If I made it home alive, or at the very least still in control of myself I would face the consequences then. Until that time, I had a different mission. It was one that I had decided I needed to face alone. Doing things this way would ensure their survival. With me on the other side of the world, Cormac’s attention would be here, not on the members of Broadhaven.
I could only hope that it worked, that it would last. That their anger at my actions, my hateful words spewed at their expense, would prevent them from missing me. In turn, I hoped that it would prevent them from looking for me once they discovered I was gone. In conclusion, I hoped that without me around, their lives could go back to normal.
Maybe that was all wishful thinking.
It's me! I am an Irish-Canadian Young Adult author who was born in Winnipeg, Canada (yes, it really does exist). I love my city and love even more that it's become Hollywood's running joke (Don't believe me? Just check out Youtube).
I have always been a writer, from poems in my Grade 6 diary (Ode to Hobbits), to short stories in the back of my math's book. I have always loved to create stories and find myself constantly creating new characters.
I am a dedicated Fangirl of many proportions and I have a knack for getting expressions all wrong and saying incredibly stupid, but often hilarious things (My graduation gift from my friends was a book of my own quotes).
I am a proud alumna of St. Mary’s Academy, an all-girls Catholic prep school and I studied Theatre and Film at the University of Winnipeg. Currently, I am still hanging out in Winnipeg.
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