About the Book
Title: Child of War – A God is Born
Author: Lisa Beth Darling
Genre: Adult Paranormal / Mythological Contemporary
Do you remember
Damien? Raven makes that kid look like an angel.
In book #2 of the OF WAR Series, Ares settles down with his wife, Alena, to await the birth of their son, Raven. As Alena struggles to enjoy what should be a blessed event, prophetic visions of an adult Raven haunt her dreams. Are they true visions or false ones implanted by Cernunnos who told her the boy would bring glory to Ares but only pain and agony to her? The strong but delicate Fey is relentlessly bombarded by hostility from the Olympians making her yearn to be back on Ares’ secluded island home, far away from all the bickering and backstabbing that makes up Life on mighty Mount Olympus.
Before Raven is even born, Zeus outwardly despises him for his Fey blood given to him by his filthy Celtic mother. With no way out and no way to keep his family safe from his father, Zeus the God of Gods, Ares enters into a blood pact that could cost the God of War everything he holds dear.
After a harrowing birth wherein mother and son are nearly lost to Ares, it quickly becomes clear that Raven may be the most powerful and cunning Olympian ever born despite his muddled bloodline.
As Zeus, Apollo, and Aphrodite plot against the new family by carefully planting the seeds of rage and doubt in Raven’s mind, they turn son against mother. It appears as though Alena’s visions and Cernunnos’ prophecy are coming to life as Raven grows to be a very angry young man.
As the true past between the Olympians and Celts is revealed, the battle for Ravens’ mind and the ultimate control of Olympus begins. Before it’s over, the white snows of Olympus will run red with blood.
In book #2 of the OF WAR Series, Ares settles down with his wife, Alena, to await the birth of their son, Raven. As Alena struggles to enjoy what should be a blessed event, prophetic visions of an adult Raven haunt her dreams. Are they true visions or false ones implanted by Cernunnos who told her the boy would bring glory to Ares but only pain and agony to her? The strong but delicate Fey is relentlessly bombarded by hostility from the Olympians making her yearn to be back on Ares’ secluded island home, far away from all the bickering and backstabbing that makes up Life on mighty Mount Olympus.
Before Raven is even born, Zeus outwardly despises him for his Fey blood given to him by his filthy Celtic mother. With no way out and no way to keep his family safe from his father, Zeus the God of Gods, Ares enters into a blood pact that could cost the God of War everything he holds dear.
After a harrowing birth wherein mother and son are nearly lost to Ares, it quickly becomes clear that Raven may be the most powerful and cunning Olympian ever born despite his muddled bloodline.
As Zeus, Apollo, and Aphrodite plot against the new family by carefully planting the seeds of rage and doubt in Raven’s mind, they turn son against mother. It appears as though Alena’s visions and Cernunnos’ prophecy are coming to life as Raven grows to be a very angry young man.
As the true past between the Olympians and Celts is revealed, the battle for Ravens’ mind and the ultimate control of Olympus begins. Before it’s over, the white snows of Olympus will run red with blood.
Author Bio
It was in the 4th grade when Lisa Beth Darling
discovered she was a naturally gifted writer. For her very first creative
writing assignment, the teacher asked the class to pen a story about a baby
bird's first flight and read them to the class. Putting pencil to paper, Lisa
was instantly whisked away by a force she couldn't explain. When they were
finished, all of the children read their happy stories to the class. Not Lisa.
She got up and told of how the baby bird flew too high, hit a plane, crashed to
the ground and died. She told of how the mama bird and daddy bird cried of how
even God was upset sending the rains pouring from the sky. The class was
speechless when she finished all they could do was stare at her. The teacher
kept her after class told her the story was very good but it was different from
the others. She asked Lisa if she'd ever heard of Icarus and had she based her
story on him. Lisa had yet to encounter Greek Mythology or hear a whisper of
Icarus. As Lisa left the classroom the teacher again told her how good the
story was but suggested she might want to write something happier next time.
Perplexed, Lisa turned and asked her
teacher: "Why?" The teacher had no answer. Luckily for us, Lisa never
took that teacher's advice.
Today she brings us
complex multi-layered stories rich with the trials and tribulations that make
up the world in which we live. Not one to be pigeonholed into any single genre,
Lisa's stories revolve around the intricacies of couples from range the
intimacy of lovers, to mothers and sons, and brothers and sisters.
Lisa Beth Darling is
49 years-old, lives in her hometown of New London, CT with her husband of
nearly 30 years, Roy. She is the author
of more than fifteen novels along with several short stories and non-fiction books.
Links
Website: http://www.lisabethdarling.com
Twitter: @lb_darling
Facebook: http://facebook.com/lbdarling
Purchase Links:
Kindle/Amazon
(paperbacks available on Amazon): http://amazon.com/author/lisadarling
Book Excerpt
Certain help would never arrive in time, Alena allowed that instinct to take over. She began pushing as she gasped for breath and sweat ran into her eyes. With her knees up by her shoulders, she could nearly see between her splayed legs but as hard as she pushed, Raven's head did not emerge. He didn't even seem to move downward as she dug in with her heels and gave it all she had with the next contraction. Feeling as though her abdomen was caught in some wicked vice holding her in its unyielding grip Alena bore down, throwing her head back against the footboard as she held onto her knees, hoping for extra leverage. Blood and fluids ushered forth, but Raven did not. Instead of making his way down the birth canal, Raven continued his struggle to claw his way through his mother's stomach as though he knew that was his only true way out.
"A-Ares!" she screamed without any force
of breath. "Where are
you?" He picked a fine time to run
down to the mortal world for a gallon of milk.
Her Son was not going to wait for his Father or his
Grandmother to come aid in his arrival.
The contractions were so close together it felt like they never
ended. Just one long burst of unending
agony as she struggled to give birth and Raven fought her from inside. One hand on her knee, she tried to ease the
baby downward with the other hand while she bore down again. "I know it's t-t-tight but
puh-lease."
Raven wasn't having any of it. He punched upward
with a force so brutal that it knocked her hand away from her belly. Then he
continued on, stretching upward until her undulating stomach looked like the
Gut-Buster scene in 'Alien', and she was certain he would just explode out of
her the way the slimy little alien had done, leaving a gaping bloody hole where
her innards had once been.
"N-no!
D-down!" Tears streaming
down her ashen cheeks, Alena tried again to coax the baby downward as she
pushed and prayed with all of her might.
More blood and fluid expelled and then, under her hand, she felt Raven
move downward. "G-good, good boy,
good," she stuttered as she tried to catch her breath. Wiping her silver hair away from her sweaty
brow, she prepared to push again with the next contraction, but suddenly found
her body rising into the air. Looking up
with startled eyes she saw Ares, he was lifting her off the floor and putting
her on the bed. "I th-ough-t you'd
n-never…make it."
"I'm here.
I'm here," he soothed, looking at the bloody puddle on the
floor. "Everything's going to be
all right now."
"This place is disgusting. Why would you ever bring her down here?"
Hera openly complained as she gave her surroundings a quick glance.
"I cleaned it, Mother!"
Letting out a grunt, she gave Ares a shove. "Get out of my way." Before she could maneuver between Alena's
open legs to get a bead on the situation, another contraction hit. Alena bore down hard. "Stop, stop, stop," Hera
commanded. "Don't push,
Alena."
"I have to…"
"Stop, I know it's hard, I know, but don't
push." Hera looked up from between
Alena's legs where Raven was just beginning to crown, to Ares. "Why did you wait so long to come get
me?" she hissed. "You knew how
important this is!"
Panic rising within him as he tried to stay calm and
hold Alena close, he roared at her through lips thinner than a dime. "Do what you have to, Mother."
"It's too late." Alena had done what any woman in her position
would do and she pushed with each contraction until the boy dropped just enough
to get his head past those slender hips, but his shoulders were too wide to
make the same squeeze and now Raven was stuck in her pelvis. Opening Alena's womb would do them no
good. Pulling the boy back through the
narrow opening would only result in injury to him and her. On the verge of losing her Grandson, the only
thing the grand Goddess of All the Olympian Gods could do was stand here and
watch both of them pass into the Underworld.
Not believing his Mother, Ares left Alena's side to
stand at the end of the bed and inspect the precarious situation. As they stood there watching Alena writhe in
agony as she tried to hold back the urge to push, they saw Raven's feet push
upward. The little toes curled as though
they were fists as he started slamming them against the inside of Alena's womb. Listening to Alena's near silent screams and
seeing her face gnarl and twist in a way he never wanted to see again, his
Warrior's Mind hit upon a plan. For a
split second, he tried to talk himself out of it, but in his heart, he knew it
was the only way to save them. Reaching
out cautiously with one hand, he held to it Alena's cheek as he stared into her
stormy eyes. "Do you love me?"
What a question!
Here she was in the deepest clutches of labor with his Son and Ares
wanted to know if she loved him? If this
wasn't love, what was it?
"Y-yes."
He leaned in further as his hand slid down to her
hip where the other was waiting on the opposite site. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"I love you, Alena." With that, Ares planted his lips over
hers. In one brutal but mercifully swift
motion, he pushed down on her hips with all of his strength and did the
unthinkable. With a loud snap, her
slender hips cracked open like a clamshell.
His mouth over hers silenced the shriek of utter agony that went through
her.
The way to freedom suddenly open, Raven began making his way toward it
with much haste. But he couldn't do it
alone. m
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