Phoebe Wren and the Vortex of Light
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Authors: Julie K. Timlin
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Praise for ‘Phoebe Wren and the Vortex of Light’
âPHOEBE WREN AND THE VORTEX OF LIGHT'
âIreland, time travel, angelic warriors and a battle between good and evil. What's not to like about âPhoebe Wren And The Vortex Of Light'? As the adventure drives forward, Julie K. Timlin touches on epic themes of faith, love and justice. I found it refreshing to read a book of this genre that reflects more light than darkness.'
â Tony Macaulay, best selling author of âPaperboy'
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âPhoebe Wren And The Vortex Of Light is a wonderful debut novel from author Julie K. Timlin which promises to capture the imagination and leave the reader wanting more â watch this space!'
â Murielle Maupoint, founder of Britain's Next Best Seller
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âAn other-worldly adventure story with more to it than meets the eye. Julie K. Timlin delivers an engaging tale with vibrant characters and a well crafted struggle between good and evil â this is a tale that will take readers on a fantastic journey of imagination.'
â GP Taylor, New York Times best selling author of âShadowmancer'
It took several years of imagining and dreaming for
‘Phoebe’
to become a reality, and it would be remiss of me not to thank the lovely folk who played a part in this great adventure. It is with a full heart that I say
‘thank you’
to…
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my family and friends who caught the vision, encouraged, supported and believed in me – especially Nanny P, and my parents, George and Kaye, who recognised my gifting even before I did; and Suze, who
just knew
…
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the wonderful individuals who read
‘Phoebe’
for me, were brave enough to tell me how to make it the best it could be, and assured me that this book needed to be published…
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staff at Grosvenor House Publishing for their efficiency and patience…
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Tony Macaulay, Murielle Maupoint and GP Taylor for sharing their considerable skill and experience with me – I owe you a debt of gratitude…
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and to Marty, Caitlin and Ella – life with you is the best adventure! This is for you…x
HAPTER
1
SATURDAY 14
th
AUGUST
IRELAND
A fat droplet of unusually chilly rain ran down the front of fifteen year old Phoebe Wren’s freckled nose, and plopped miserably on to the left toe of her best shiny black shoes. As she stared disbelievingly into the dark rain soaked fissure which now contained the coffins of her mother and father, the stark realisation that her life had been changed forever weighed heavily on Phoebe – gone were the happy, sunny days chasing Bushman rabbits across the dusty plains of Johannesburg, or splashing in the town’s open air pool with her parents and their friends. Those wonderful, carefree days were resigned to history, gone forever, and she was all too aware that no amount of lamenting would ever bring them back. As more black rain clouds gathered overhead, nature mirrored Phoebe’s mood and the sky seemed to weep with her on this darkest of days. Phoebe blinked back the hot tears which threatened to overflow again and taking one last stunned look at the brass plaques announcing
‘Eva Wren’
and
‘Jack Wren’
, she turned and took the hand of her best friend Ella Quill, as they slowly walked away from the graveside and everything Phoebe had ever known.
th
JULY
JOHANNESBURG, AFRICA
It was a bright, sunny Thursday, and the ever meticulous Eva Wren was rushing around the house, checking for the hundredth time that the windows were tightly closed, the lights were all switched off, and there were no wayward books or shoes scattered on the now bare wooden floors.
“Come on Phoebe, we’ll miss our flight if you don’t get a move on!” Eva’s green eyes twinkled as she playfully reprimanded her daughter. Educated to the highest standard, Eva Wren the surgeon was professional and efficient to a fault, but when she was at home with her beloved family, she always had time for fun, and her silly, mischievous side was only ever just below the surface.
“Oh we wouldn’t want to forget anything, Mum. Maybe you had better check just
once more..?!
” Phoebe was as excited about the family’s imminent move back to Ireland as her mother, and they grinned at each other as they surveyed the empty house one last time…
BEEEEEEP!!
Jack Wren, Phoebe’s father, sounded the horn of the family’s Jeep as he waited impatiently for his wife and daughter to lock up the house and join him.
“
Come on
you two!” he shouted, his tanned arm waving manically out of the open Jeep window. “We really do need to move you know!”
Phoebe beamed a happy smile of expectation as Eva closed the door on their African home of ten years. The mother and daughter caught hands as they crossed the fenced-in yard to their blue Jeep, which was sparkling in the early sun.
“It’s going to be great, Dad,” Phoebe enthused as she climbed into the back seat. “I can’t wait to see Ireland again – it’ll be such an adventure! It’s been so long since we left that I can barely remember it though. What age was I when we left? Four or five?” Jack nodded and smiled fondly at the excitable teenager.
Eva got into the Jeep’s front passenger seat beside her husband and winked at him as she buckled her seatbelt. “All these years… and
still
no patience!” she teased, lovingly patting his arm. Jack smiled and shook his head – his wife always had a way of making him relax.
“Yes,” he concurred, “We have been really blessed these last ten years. I guess there must be Someone looking out for us.” He smiled lovingly at his wife, aware of just how blessed they really were, then pushed the gear lever into drive, as the Jeep rumbled to life and the family pulled on to the town’s main road. Phoebe watched as the home she had grown up in shrank into the skyline, and felt a quick pang of sadness despite her excitement – this place held happy memories, good memories, and she would miss the life she had known. Still, she had a feeling that life in Ireland would prove to be every bit as wonderful, and she really couldn’t wait to catch up with Ella Quill, the best friend she had left behind a decade and a million miles ago.
Unseen by the departing family, a formidable group of ethereal Beings had congregated outside the Wrens’ home.
“Neam, you and Trean stay with the Wrens – stick close, they will need your protection, the Enemy knows what it means for him if they reach Ireland…”
Cosain, an imposing warrior angel and the formidable Captain of the Heavenly Host, stood almost eight feet tall, his chiselled features resolute, powerful wings unfurled as he spoke to his angelic brothers in arms.
“Solas, Dilis, Lasair and Croga – come with me. We have work to do here before we too leave for Ireland.”
“Yes, Commander,” answered Neam.
And with an unseen blaze of colour and light, and an elegance that belied their imposing stature, the angelic troops took to the sky and were gone.
