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GLAZIER

GLAZIER

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Published by Bri Clark
Marie Kincaid, seemingly has it all, a husband two beautiful daughters, and a quiet life in the suburbs. Then in one terrible event, everything is gone. Nevertheless, by a small act of mercy Marie awakes from the nightmare of her life with a sudden lack of memories. Is it just a cruel trial of fate or the malicious dealings of someone impersonating a deity?
All Marie does know is what is in front of her and right now it is an abnormally large and pale but handsome man named Henry Tenison. Whenever Marie tries to remember her past, it’s as if a black wall drops in her mind. She attributes it as an effect caused by the newly awakened power she has known as Glazier. Marie chooses to live forward with Henry to guide her into a life of espionage and missions. Ignoring what you can’t remember is easy, however when who Marie forgot and the feelings they ignite return will she be able to survive the merging of her past and present lives?
How can Henry feel this way instantly? She has lost everything? He’s never been one to care for others opinions especially a woman’s. His reputation for being a scoundrel is one he actually takes pride in. However, he finds himself very aware of the fact that Marie’s opinion of him mean’s everything. Is this love or just some additional burdensome side effect that Glazier has cursed him with? Moreover, if it is, is she cursed as well?
Together Marie and Henry appear to be carriers of something phenomenal, Glazier. And someone will stop at nothing to possess this power even if it means ripping it from their very DNA
Marie Kincaid, seemingly has it all, a husband two beautiful daughters, and a quiet life in the suburbs. Then in one terrible event, everything is gone. Nevertheless, by a small act of mercy Marie awakes from the nightmare of her life with a sudden lack of memories. Is it just a cruel trial of fate or the malicious dealings of someone impersonating a deity?
All Marie does know is what is in front of her and right now it is an abnormally large and pale but handsome man named Henry Tenison. Whenever Marie tries to remember her past, it’s as if a black wall drops in her mind. She attributes it as an effect caused by the newly awakened power she has known as Glazier. Marie chooses to live forward with Henry to guide her into a life of espionage and missions. Ignoring what you can’t remember is easy, however when who Marie forgot and the feelings they ignite return will she be able to survive the merging of her past and present lives?
How can Henry feel this way instantly? She has lost everything? He’s never been one to care for others opinions especially a woman’s. His reputation for being a scoundrel is one he actually takes pride in. However, he finds himself very aware of the fact that Marie’s opinion of him mean’s everything. Is this love or just some additional burdensome side effect that Glazier has cursed him with? Moreover, if it is, is she cursed as well?
Together Marie and Henry appear to be carriers of something phenomenal, Glazier. And someone will stop at nothing to possess this power even if it means ripping it from their very DNA

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Published by: Bri Clark on Jul 28, 2010
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PREFACEAs I sat among the group of noisy kids, I considered my options. I was far away fromhome, arrested and without hope of release. This was my third arrest and this one was serious. Ihad stolen a diplomat¶s car. My family would not come to my aide. They hadn¶t a clue where Iwas. Therefore, I would go to either jail or I could escape. Suddenly as the overwhelming forceof being cornered seemed to envelope me that all too familiar cold crept across me and I felt nomore fear. All I knew was survival. It was as if some sort of strength seemed to pulse through meand just before I thought, I would burst an officer came and gently pressed his hand under myarm pulling me up. I allowed him to lead me down a secluded hallway. At the end was a door tothe right within it was a man I could only describe as a living serpent. And I loathed snakes.³Thank you officer that will be all.´ The serpent said as he slyly passed a bill. The officer quickly left. As I stood motionless yet still unafraid in the middle of the room, the snakeinspected me. I reciprocated the action.He was a short with a stocky build. Dark hair with the tiniest hint of salt framed a roundhead boasting a long pointed nose sitting high above a thin smirk. Muddy green eyes roamed upand down my frame as he continued his glaring inspection and circled me. The cold that sweptacross me earlier was violently replaced by ice. It seemed to move like a mist through me andthen solidified into hard shards within my skin. Nevertheless, it wasn¶t a feeling of pain but of  protection.HHeeiinnaallllyyssttoo p p p peeddaannddssttooooddiinnoonnttoommee..EEvveennaassaaggiilloossiixxtteeeennaanndd5588,,hheessttiillll hhaaddttoolloooouu p paattmmee.³Yes, yes«´ he exclaimed. His very voice set me on edge. ³Marie you are definitelywhat I have been waiting for.´ When I met his eyes, he quickly turned and smiled a wicked grin.He sat down behind a desk and indicated I sit in the chair opposite him. I chose to stand. Hesimply smiled again.His demeanor seemed to change as he looked through papers on his desk that containedmy name. ³It seems you are in a bit of trouble.´ He commented as he picked up a paper read itand then chuckled. ³The diplomat of Egypt¶s personal car. That is no easy feat.´ He exclaimedthen quit smiling and his arrogance came out full force. ³This is exactly what got my attention. Ihave a proposition for you, Ms. Gallagher.´ I could tell by his posture and use of my last namehe was trying to comfort me but also assert his dominance. I merely arched an eyebrow inresponse.³My name is Abram. I am a man of means and many talents. One such talent is that I amnever refused. Keep that in mind as you consider my offer.´ I considered his name instead. I hadonly heard it once before. It had been from my grandfather. He had told me a story once of arighteous man from the Bible. As I compared the two Abrams I knew this man was not worthy of his namesake.³You can either do a lengthy jail sentence in an adult prison, which I can assure you theambassador will pursue. On the other hand, you can come work for me. You have no family, no
 
money, or friends. Your little cohorts out there are snitching on you as we speak.´ As I feltmyself in the corner again my relief didn¶t come from ice or cold but from the deep growl of afurious Irishman.³
 MARIE AILIN GALLAGHER, WHERE ARE YOU?´
my paddy bellowed. He hadlearned to yell over the noise of a crowd while in command of the Irish Republican Army.Abram looked toward the door. I bent down low over the desk and he met my eyes. I don¶t knowwhat he saw but he began to sweat and couldn¶t blink. As I opened my lips the voice that spokewas not my own but something fearful.³Then let me be the first to oblige you. I refuse.´ I said. And with that, I rose slowly andleft. I knew two things. One I would never forget that man I had never reacted that way toanyone before. And two, facing my paddy was a whole lot better than what Abram had plannedfor me.

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