The Prophecy by Rachel Deagan
Publication date: February 8th, 2013
Genre:YA Urban Fantasy/Science Fiction
“The cards tell me of the children of the stars.”
Jacey thinks her life is worthless, when she finds herself in a psychiatric hospital after a failed attempt to end her life; her wounds miraculously healed. Devin, who claims to kill on touch, is also there. When Michael arrives, bearing telekinetic powers, he insists the government, and an even darker, more powerful force, wants them dead.
In a desperate attempt to escape for their lives, the three teens find they must confront an even greater adversary, themselves - and with a prophecy forced upon them, they must find a way to accept their fate, or rebel together, as one.
5 of 5 The Prophecy
Rachel Deagan is an incredible author. I am amazed every time I read a book by her. The Prophecy totally took me by storm because the way she set the story up and yes the EPIC epilogue! The way these characters mesh together is amazing and it left me wanting more and more. I was tempted to stalk Rachel and find out if she plans on writing any more for these guys because they had a story to tell and it is one you will want to read and re-read for years to come.
Jacey thinks her life is useless and not worth living. Nothing seems to be going anywhere for her and she feels like life is just passing by. She has a nagging feeling that something is off about her life but she just can't figure it out. She is tired and does not want to live anymore so she tries to kill herself. When she wakes up she is in a psychiatric hospital and does not know how she got there. Then she is baffled when she is looking for the scars that should be there that are not. She knows what she did and she can't understand how her wounds healed without leaving a scar.
Devin is admitted into the Psychiatric hospital because he claims he can kill people with a single touch. His family thinks he has lost his mind but Devin tells them he knows he can kill people with one touch. He can't explain it but he knows it is there.
Michael comes to the Psychiatric hospital having telekinetic powers. He knows he has these powers and he knows the government is after him and wants him for his powers. He also knows there is someone else out there with darker intentions and they intend on using him and others to fulfill a prophecy.
What will happen to these three teens? Will the accept the prophecy or will they fight together against the evil darkness that threatens to destroy them? This is a must read!!!!!!!
Rachel grew up in small town Massachusetts where she spent most of her time writing about strange paranormal creatures instead of paying attention in class. She has always been considered the 'dreamy' one with her head in the clouds. She now lives in Nevada with her two sons, a cat, and a rat named Sam.
Trees swept by Devin as he ran. Their gangly tendrils grasped at his clothes, tearing scratches at his skin. He almost welcomed it. The ache to have physical contact with something, anything, burned as a residual longing deep inside of him, but that was what the men wanted. They knew his touch would kill, and he would not fall to that level.
It hurt, knowing he had to always stay away, but he refused to care. No one gave a crap about him anyway. The abuse and torture from Lament and his crew proved that was true, but they would not break him.
He would not become their weapon. They could go to hell.
The sound of footsteps moved behind him, and he quickened his pace, scrambling as best he could through the darkened branches. Sweat broke across his brow, and his lungs heaved for air. Even in the cool, night breeze, the gray tee shirt he wore clung to his chest, hot and damp. It had seemed like hours since he had broken free of Lament’s hell-hole prison of a lab, and he had no idea where he was headed. All he knew was that he had to run. He couldn’t live like that. He would not become a monster.
If only he could find a way to blend in and hide amongst the canopy of darkness, perhaps the idiots would pass him by unseen. Maybe he could be free.
He couldn’t go back. He would rather die.
Michael grabbed us both by the arms, as he bolted for the fully closed and barred window, which faced nothing but blacktop and honking cars below. “Don’t worry, we’ve got Jacey. Heal us, love.”
I didn’t have time to think about what that meant. He let go of me briefly as he extended his arm in front of him. The bars snapped and the glass exploded free from the pane in an array of pixilated fragments—colored jewels against the starry sky. “Close your eyes,” Michael said, as he took my arm, and leapt through.
Everything dropped away as I fell. Time had momentarily suspended, and the air around me hollered in my ears. In the distance I heard men yelling, and even the crack of a gunshot—at least it sounded like one—but that commotion was soon drowned out by the low hum of car engines and blasting horns. My senses caught up to me as I saw the pavement closing in.
I was going to die.
“Tuck your chin and roll” Michael’s words sounded faint through the rush in my ears. “It’ll lessen the impact.”
A billion thoughts flushed through my mind faster than I would have thought humanly possible, the main one being: He’s insane. What’s the point? Even so, in a last-ditch effort to survive, I closed my eyes and bent my chin to my chest, just as the ground met me.
The bones in my upper back cracked with the impact, along with a stinging roar of pain. I felt my legs bounce, as I rolled out onto the blacktop. A buzz sounded in my head. I couldn’t move. The sound of a car skidding, its tires ripping with the smell of burnt rubber, shuddered through me, and then everything went white.
“We need to head down to the lower floor. The crematorium is off of the cell block.” He rolled his emerald eyes at me, with a toying smirk. “Yeah, I know. Figures, huh?” He mock shivered. “Kudos to them on the ominous creepy. They should get a job in some underground Italian horror flick.”
I gently side-checked Michael with my elbow, giving him a mock glare. I couldn’t believe he was trying to find humor in this. Devin could be cooking alive right now.
“What, you don’t find it funny?” he asked, and this time the weight of my gaze was real. Michael shook his head, tossing me a weak, sympathetic half smile. “Oh come on. We can’t let them get to us, Jacey, love. It’s how they win.”
I sighed. “No. I know. I just feel guilty.”
“It’s okay, Jacey,” he said, bumping me back through his cloak in the arm. “It’s called surviving.” He paused and swallowed. “Devin would want that for you.”
He turned from me, before I could respond, hitting an elevator button on the side wall. I found the fact that they had elevators in this strange, alien place rather weird, but my focus stayed on Michael. He didn’t look at me until the sliding metal doors had opened and he slipped inside. Extending his arms in welcome, he grinned against the fluorescent lights. “Welcome to Instant Death. For those who may be pregnant or have severe motion sickness, please kindly step to the left so that you may die a horrible death in another way and not on this crazy, insane mission.” He grinned.
“Did they hurt you?” I asked, my tone a bare slip from usual. .
Michael stared at me, his arms seemingly frozen in their outstretched pose, as if he didn’t even know how to respond.
“Michael?” I asked, stepping into the elevator in front of him. The silver doors swished shut behind me, and the lights above our heads flickered.
“Don’t ask me that.”
1. Did you always know you wanted to be a writer?
No. I wanted to be an actress and an Olympic Equestrian Rider first. Funny thing is, in fourth grade I wrote my first ‘book’. It was about horses. Although, the equestrian dream has fizzled over the years, I do think my love of acting helps greatly in developing and feeling out the characters I write.
2. What authors inspire you?
As far as authors go, I love Cassandra Claire’s flare for characterization and storytelling. Although, I didn’t start reading her work until after my first book, Caged Moon, was into the editing phase. My original inspiration stemmed mostly from Maggie Steivater’s Shiver, Melissa Marr’s Wicked Lovely Series. Julie Kagawa, and her Iron Fey Series are definitely a favorite of mine now.
3. Is your family supportive of your writing?
Yes, once my parents realized the seriousness of my writing, they became some of my most forefront advocates. My boys two little boys are also probably my best cheer squad.
4. Does your characters talk to you when you’re writing?
All the time. They never shut up and sometimes we even argue when they want to go in a direction that I hadn’t planned. The happened numerous times over the course of writing, The Prophecy. They told me to throw out my book outline numerous times. I finally gave up on that. ;)
5. Do you like it quiet or do you need noise when you write?
It honestly depends on my mood. Sometimes it’s hard for me to focus with music on, because I end up listening to it instead of zoning in on the writing, but sometimes it helps set the mood if I can put into the ‘background’ and focus. It can aid the emotional mood of a scene. If I do have music on, it’s usually non-vocal thematic music from movies.
6. Are you currently writing anything?
Yes! The Prophecy is the first book of a series. There is a book two in the works. I’m also finishing up Book two to my Caged Moon Series, which will be out shortly. Right now, we’re looking at an early April release date.
7. What do you do when you’re not writing?
I have two little boys that keep me pretty busy, but when I do find time to myself, I always enjoy watching a good movie/tv show. I’m hooked on The Vampire Diaries, and Supernatural. I also love reading, and have recently taken up Zumba.
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