She was familiar. In fact, Trevor knew that she was family, at least distantly since she was from the Hawkins Branch, the African American side of the family. Trevor was sure he had seen her a thousand times before. But for some reason he couldn’t bring up any memories of the woman confronting him. She stood before him, arms crossed, obviously angry. Her sarcastic barbs and taunts confused him, made him very uncomfortable. He had to find a way to break those mental barriers that suppressed his memory of her.
And then something happened. It was as if he picked up a mental sledge hammer and made a hole through a concrete wall in his mind. Some memories of the woman came back to him, stretching all of the way to his early childhood. He even remembered flirting with her as a teen during the family events at the mausoleum.
But this break released something else that was suppressed. Power. A mental power. The world changed, and the woman in front of him, the one he now knew was Amelie, was the reason. She had wakened something in him that was long dormant. A Power. And he realized that he was strong.
Amalie was the only one who would talk to Trevor about the Power. She was the only one who seemed to understand what he was facing with his fights against the spirit that he named Benjamin Halley. He needed her help. But the fiery woman with the flaming disposition was not easy to approach.
Reluctantly, Amelie slipped into the role of mentor, guiding him in the philosophy of the grand patriarch of the family, Miles Hawkins.
This help caused a warm feeling of gratitude in Trevor’s heart.
Or was he falling in love?
Amelie was the aunt of the teen aged girl Trevor rescued from the mausoleum. Milly, the girl, wasn’t’ only named after her aunt (Milly – short for Amelie), she looked a lot like her. And some how the three of them, Amelie, Milly and Trevor, shared a special bond. Amelie quickly becomes one of the key players in my book The Halley Branch.
An evil 300 years in the making. A trap set 150 years in the past.ping
The day should have been a normal “family day” at the Hawkins’ Mausoleum, but a premonition followed Trevor into the crypt. To make matters worse, he couldn’t shake his morning vision of a dead woman draped in a funeral-shroud.
After rescuing a girl trapped in the tomb, repressed memories forced him to reevaluate everything. Was his extended family a cult with roots going back to America’s colonial past? Was the evil Benjamin Halley still stalking his tomb after 150 years? Was there any truth to the Power described by the family’s patriarch, Miles Hawkins?
Trevor realized that he was being manipulated and drawn into a trap set in the 19th century, and feared that everyone around him had already been ensnared. Who could he trust? The members of his own family’s Branch, The Bradford’s, like his cousins Bill or Stan? Perhaps members of the Hawkins Branch, such as the beautiful but jaded Amelie? The one Branch he knew not to trust was the extinct Halley Branch.
But the Halley’s were the ones who were welcoming him with open, if dead, arms.
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