The Initiation by Elena Monroe
Series: The 4Horsemen #1
Publication date: August 4th, 2020
Synopsis:
The seals have been revealed and God's judgments on the earth is in. The Clave is here to deliver the news.
ABIGAIL
LA wasn't home... just home for now.
Transplanted here to model I learned Hollywood isn't where dreams survive the harsh reality of millions all sharing that same dream.
Executive assistant is who I am now.
Slave.
Hollywood's darling took a liking to me. One not easily ignored when they give you a taste of the high life.
I was supposed to give up hope and give in to LA's bad reputation but I had rules.
Well, just one: read the rules before you break them.
Unwilling to abandon all my morals, the filter came off my life to see the world I was one foot in was invitation only...
GRIMM
I'm not sure I was ever really Jason.
Whoever he was, was a distant memory now.
Grimm is who I am now.
Death.
I abandoned my birth name, companionship, happiness that wasn't shaped like Xanax all because I was expected to be the kind of elite that pulls the strings.
Pull the strings but follow the rules.
No distractions.
No serious relationships.
Keep what we do secret.
Born into a rite I didn't ask for, a society of puppeteers.
An invitation I marked not attending...
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Excerpt
We were all related to monsters.
All heir to corrupt kingdoms.
Forced to uphold some delusion that we are doing God's will by ridding the world of the bad people when we should be included in that kind of purge.
"It's down to the right. There's a bunker. That's where they keep the sacrifices," I was finally tired of wondering around when I knew exactly where to go.
I found them by mistake one year when I was ten, back when inviting your whole family was more common. They expected everyone to be present even if you weren't wielding a musket and shooting real people down.
The four of us used to play hide and seek on the ground just to keep ourselves entertained. I always had the best hiding places, this was our vacation home when it wasn't being used for some ceremony the Clave hosted.
I was ten years old when I found people in cages in the bunker we were told to stay away from. They were all dugged, out of it like they were dreaming with their eyes open. I envied them. Dreaming with your eyes wide open seemed like the perfect antidote to life, too bad that kind of safety only came before you died.
It wasn't until my first attendance I realized these people weren't lucky at all. They were bait, aggression running wild, enemies of the Clave that we hunted for sport.
None of them were going to survive--the least we could do was let them dream with their eyes wide open.
All heir to corrupt kingdoms.
Forced to uphold some delusion that we are doing God's will by ridding the world of the bad people when we should be included in that kind of purge.
"It's down to the right. There's a bunker. That's where they keep the sacrifices," I was finally tired of wondering around when I knew exactly where to go.
I found them by mistake one year when I was ten, back when inviting your whole family was more common. They expected everyone to be present even if you weren't wielding a musket and shooting real people down.
The four of us used to play hide and seek on the ground just to keep ourselves entertained. I always had the best hiding places, this was our vacation home when it wasn't being used for some ceremony the Clave hosted.
I was ten years old when I found people in cages in the bunker we were told to stay away from. They were all dugged, out of it like they were dreaming with their eyes open. I envied them. Dreaming with your eyes wide open seemed like the perfect antidote to life, too bad that kind of safety only came before you died.
It wasn't until my first attendance I realized these people weren't lucky at all. They were bait, aggression running wild, enemies of the Clave that we hunted for sport.
None of them were going to survive--the least we could do was let them dream with their eyes wide open.
About the Author:
Elena Monroe grew up in Florida scribbling down stories from a very young age. These stories were really just wavy lines filling the paper, but she knew each word, each emotion, each character's name, and there was no tricking her into forgetting what each line signified. Just like her unconventional way of writing as a toddler Elena is setting her own rules and just telling stories.
Much like her debut novel, The Best Years, life certainly imitated art. Transplanting from the South to the East Coast, Elena currently lives in Connecticut with husband, reformed bad boy.
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