Embattled by Darlene Jones

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    Darlene Jones has a special talent for painting with words.

    My face is on every television, in every newspaper. They say I’m saving the world. I know better. I’m a school principal not a superhero.

    Of course that doesn’t explain the blood on my hands. Or the strange languages coming out of my mouth. Or the feel of swinging a machete. Or the sensation of lifting off the ground before I go on another “adventure” or whatever it’s called.

    Someone or something has hijacked my life. How do I get it back?

    About Darlene Jones:

    Darlene Jones in Africa
    Darlene Jones in Africa

    A long time ago, I lived in Mali. Every single day, I wished I could wave a magic wand to relieve the heart-wrenching poverty. The story line of my books reflects my desire to wave that wand and make the world a better place.

    If only wishes could come true. And of course, every novel needs its love story, so along with the sci-fi magic, I’ve added the requisite romance. I’ve always believed we can’t be the only beings existing in the vastness of the universe.

    There must be others “out there somewhere” and I brought some of them along for the ride.The setting stays, for the most part, within the realities of our world, but I’ve found that I love the magic the sci-fi element of other beings can bring to the story.

    A Quick Glance at Embattled:

    CHARACTER: She fluffed her hair and straightened her jacket. Satisfied that she looked presentable for the superintendent’s visit—no chalk on her clothes or hands. No blood either. She bolted to her office, seeking escape with the boss and her performance review.

    SETTING: She struggled through the thick vegetation, swinging the machete awkwardly, working her way towards her destination. Vines wrapped themselves around her legs. She yanked at the long skirt of her dress to free herself. She swung the machete again, and pushed through the narrow opening she’d created, ignoring the thorns that scratched her bare arms and shoulders. “Suitably dressed, I am, I am.” A spider web enveloped her. The machete cut through it easily enough, but remnants clung to her skin.

    SCENE ENDING SENTENCE: “Oh, my God! What’s happening to me?”