The Crystal Crux Series tale unfolds in ten days over five books.
Betrayal
Blue Grotto
Cold Knight
Shimmer
Beautiful

Today, August 19, 2026
is exactly 828 years after the Seven day in my book series.
The year was 1198.

I decided early on to begin each day of the series with a scripture I felt sort of captured the essence of something major happening in the story on that day.

On DAY SEVEN, Pero slept in the sylvan glade of Eliade and wakes next to the intoxicating Lure. It is still dark and everyone in the glade continues to sleep. Pero walks up to the gold dome protecting Eliade from the shades to get a closer look at the ghostly spirits. As the light comes, he wanders off to find a meadow filled with qilin. Aerion is there and leads Pero to meet with Ven of Black Leaves.
Francis Whitehall is on his way back to Capua to an undetermined fate, unsure what he will find when he returns? Is the castle occupied?
Anthea Manikos is dying, the poison Sinibaldus is feeding her hoping to destroy his spirit is only killing her body. Her spirit is as strong and resistant as ever. The reader is involved in one of their many conversations which doesn’t go well for Sinibaldus.
The teen, Tomas Fabbro, freed from the sanctuary prison, ran into Gisele who was lost on Eagles Pass. A storm rises up as they are on the run together.
And Rugerius Fabbro, unable to locate Pero at the sanctuary prison, is angry and heading back to Parthenope to deal with the magician who misled him.
Sinibaldus, who controls the animals on Eagles Pass, has other plans for Rugerius. If he has his way, Rugerius will never come back.

I am counting down all ten days in a row this week and offering up one of my favorite passages from each day.

The excerpt below is Anthea in her own mind threatening the magician Sinibaldus who has infiltrated her mind.

Anthea’s countenance glowed a shade brighter and the magician had to cringe. “Know this Spawn,” Anthea stated boldly, accurately. “What you do to me; you do to Him. Vengeance is His. You can do nothing to me He does not allow. The triumphs you have relished, the anguish you flout and crow about, will one day serve as a millstone about your neck. The more I suffer, the more torturous your prison cell will be.”
Bars of gold light suddenly shot down from a clear blue sky and trapped Sinibaldus, surrounding him, fashioning a makeshift cell.
Excerpt from Shimmer

I’ll be back to post something about DAY EIGHT tomorrow.
Until then, stay inspired and keep reading!