Poetry Train…

Hey everyone, first off, I posted a interesting (imo..lol) post over at SEx, Liquid Silver’s blog about two movies I saw over the weekend. 🙂 Stop by and leave a comment for me.

And I didn’t have time to write a new poem for you all. This weekend was crazy busy, so I thought I’d give you a peek at a little scene I wrote. This is for the fourth book in a series I’m planning on writing…lol. Yes, another one of those teases. The series is called Blood of Eden. It’ll have werewolves, vampires and angels in it, plus other things. This story is titled Babel’s Salvation. Here’s the beginning of the first chapter. (I think..though there might be a little more to it when I finish)


“What do I do now,” Salvadore murmured to himself, hands clenching his hair.

“You shouldn’t be talking to yourself. You aren’t remotely old enough for that.”

He jerked his head up to find a tall lean man standing next to his table. The man’s silver eyes met his and he knew. This was no ordinary man. This man was the thing of legends.

“I know who you are,” he informed the man.

Tilting his head, the stranger conveyed a question without words.

Sal dug through the piles of papers and books, reading the different languages without pause. Russian, Greek and Hebrew. English, Spanish and Italian. The words as familiar to him as his own name. The stories told of hundreds of men who gave their lives to keep a secret safe. He pulled out a photocopy of an Illuminated Manuscript page and pointed at the being represented there.

“You are one of the Paladins who protect the secret.” Sal sighed, his head pounding and his heart racing. Where were his pills? He bent over, reaching for his backpack. Had he remembered to put his pills in there that morning when he rushed from his apartment?

A large hand jerked him upright and his vision blurred as his head spun. His chest constricted, causing his lungs to burn and the air disappeared from them. He gasped, having no choice but grab the man’s arms and hold on.

“S-h-h-h…take a deep breath. It’s okay.”

Shaking, he focused on the man kneeling beside him. Those silver eyes pulled him in and the vise on his chest eased. Sal’s breathing fell into rhythm with the stranger’s until he could sit without worrying about passing out. When the man was satisfied Sal wouldn’t fall off his chair, he pulled a chair over to sit in.

“Why do you think I’m one of those Paladins, I think you called it?” The man nodded at the picture.

“You’re the one who doesn’t die. The other three die and are reborn in new lives.”

Resignation shone in the man’s silver eyes. Sal was right, but he didn’t feel vindicated or anything like that. He was tired. For years since being released from the hospital, he’d spent almost every waking hour searching for the reality to the dreams he’d been plagued with all of his life. He started to stuff the papers and books into his bag. The stranger helped him. When they were finished, he stood. The man towered over him.

Slipping a hand under Sal’s elbow, the man started to escort him from the library. “You’ll come with me.”

“Are you going to kill me?” He ignored the gasp coming from a patron walking past them.

“No. We are going someplace where we can discuss this. I am not the one who kills.”

“Who does then? One of the other Paladins?”

A calloused finger covered his lips. “Not another word. This is not the place for us to talk about secrets.”

Nodding, Sal indicated he understood. The finger left his mouth and he asked, “What is your name?”

“My name is Babel.”

“Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?” Sal couldn’t let that thought go. People who found out about the Paladins died.

“Paladins don’t kill unless we must. The Blood of Eden doesn’t need our help killing those who search for it.”

Copyright c.2008 T.A. Chase


Stop by Rhian’s blog to see who else is on the train.

9 Responses “Poetry Train…”

  1. Anonymous says:

    Great teaser because it made me want to read more and more. It hooked me right in. But frustrating when I want to read the entire story.

  2. Blaidd-Drwg says:

    Oi! You know you’re killing me here with all those little teasers, right? *adds title to the too read in the hopefully near future list*

  3. artpredator says:

    very engrossing, vivid

  4. Yvonne says:

    What if we all chipped in and got you a couple of days off- then could we have this story???????

  5. Melissa Bradley says:

    I’m with Jambrea…I love the tidbits but hate that we’re not going to get the rest of the story right away.

    I must say you have quite an intelligent and provocative series here. This has an edgier feel to it than your previous works and I hope that you do get a chance to finish this. It might be your biggest one yet in terms of scope.

    Take care and have a great Monday.

  6. Jambrea says:

    It is enough to make you cry! lol

    You should know…I will read ANYTHING written by you. 🙂

  7. T.A.Chase says:

    thanks, Joy. You have a great Monday too.

    I understand about the love/hate relationship, Jambrea. I love posting the scenes because it let me know which ones you’d really love to read. But I hate doing it as well because I want to work on that story and I can’t. I have several others that I need to finish before I get to that one.

  8. Jambrea says:

    I both love and hate them! I love them because TA’s stories are great, but I hate them because they aren’t released yet. 🙂

    Great excerpt TA and I LOVE your eye candy today.

  9. Joy Roett says:

    I love these tidbits!

    Have a great Monday, TA

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