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Meet Tiffany Juliana Conrad, a down-to-earth pretty progeny child with an attitude. Over the years she will develop at frightening speed gifts and skills she is not initially aware of. It turns out that she is a fresh chip from the old block, her father, who in his earlier years, covered the planet from coast-to-coast-to-coast and reached beyond the solar system boundaries in his secret missions. Tiffany's new kind of energy and refined visionary mind becomes a major challenge for the parents until her father recognizes the higher wisdom his daughter is also connecting to. A brilliant student, a fierce and passionate fighter for the underprivileged, she will travel far in dangerous places where she saves lives, heal others and herself, and learns new skills which will help her accomplish her daring undertaking here on planet Earth - A fearless inter-galactic chic, which is turning into a beautiful young woman now, working relentlessly in fulfilling her demanding destiny. As teenage blood unleashes in her veins, the longing and passions of a long distance romance starts to flourish, accelerating her already fast endeavors. Despite all obstacles, Tiffany is trying to provide a frail window of hope that magic and passionate endeavors could make our battered planet a better place.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	14 mai 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781782349150
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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INVISIBLE BIRTHMARKS
(A fantasy novel compassionately anchored to realities)

by
Mike Anka

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Published in 2013 by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
The right of Mike Anka to be identified as the Authors of this Work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998
Copyright © 2013 Mike Anka
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

Dedication
For Bridget

CHAPTER 1
The Yukon, Canada autumn morning following the storm vibrated with amplified energies on the shore of the large lake. The ozone-rich fresh air was sliced in raw slivers by the angular sunrays when Tiffany Conrad, fully dressed, sneaked out from the sleeping house. It was five-o-clock in the morning and her restless energy was welling up in her small body.
Needing to do something - something hard, physical, dangerous and challenging.
A burning desire for action - Now! ... But what?
Her mind was processing in rapid-fire thoughts about her successful attempt to heal Kaya. Her young mind was fully aware that the dog was dying out there in the pouring
rain and the powers released in her by her compassion triggered something very scary and dangerous in her. Something she was not aware of before.
The sun finally dragged its lazy body over the mountain suddenly invading the valley with a sharp brilliance that made Tiffany squint her eyes. A light steam started rising from the humid, storm-beaten land and lake. There was an intense silence on the landscape. All her sharp senses fully opened, she took in the vibrating morning with a driven energy that made her steps bounce on the rocky shore.
A large salmon broke the surface of the lake in its dive for a large dragon fly. The sound of splashing water and the sight of sudden ripples on the lake surface anchored Tiffany in this new realm. Brushing her small hand through her curly, tangled auburn hair, she set in a run along the shore, racing the breaking waves.
The adrenaline charging through her body like a torch, she ran fast, hard, for a long time, jumping rocks and leaping over stumps, until her breath became shallow and the inflated blood vessels on her temples pulsed frantically, ready to burst.
Boy, it felt so good.
Exhausted, sweat dripping down on the side of her face, breathing hard, she finally stopped and lowered herself onto a boulder protruding from the shoreline. Her closed eyes were now travelling fast and far away, only with her inner being grasping their destination and mysterious nature. Feeling pressure on her buttocks from the irregular rock, she jumped off and lied down on the rough sand beside the rock, closing her eyes and nearly instantly falling asleep, her serene relaxed features absorbing the sun’s warm energy like a sponge.
The sun was beaming now several inches higher now, drying out the land and the mist around the lake. Tiffany started stirring in her catnap in the warm sun. Her beautiful face with aristocratic features shrouded in her rebellious and tangled auburn hair was twitching. Her subconscious mind was receiving signals and alerting her of imminent danger. Tiffany’s eyelashes started fluttering nervously for several seconds. Her fingertips on both hands were twitching and a light sweat started building up at the base of her up-turned nose. Her toes also twitched in her dusty runners as her leg muscles contracted several times, preparing the body for an instant and all-important flight for safety. And yet, her surroundings were calm and peaceful. Still.
Her refined nostrils started palpitating and an instant later Tiffany’s sharp senses acknowledged a hissing sound growing in intensity.
It was growing louder. Fast.
Imminent danger ... Frightening ... Now!
Jumping up on her feet, she instinctive dove to her left landing on hard pebbles, bruising her knees and elbows.
Waking up at the same instant she notices the twisted, smoldering piece of metal hitting the ground with an infernal thump, burying itself with flying sparks in the hard land of the Yukon lakeshore - on the very spot where she way lying a moment ago. Tiffany looked up into the sky. Only the sun beaming down its warm rays, a swallow zigzagging in the distance, an isolated cumulus cloud dissipating under the light breeze.
Nothing else.
Cautiously getting up from the hard ground, her senses relaxed now, Tiffany rubbed her bruised elbows staring curiously at the molten, smoking piece of metal buried in the shoreline. She curiously approached it, glancing up to the sky occasionally.
A closer examination revealed that the fallen object was nothing but a burnt piece of fuselage from some sort of a flying object. Probably an airplane, Tiffany thought studying it curiously. Squatting beside the shapeless object, for some unknown reason, she just had to touch it. And she did.
Nothing happened...ittle soot on the tip of her finger.
Brushing it off against her windbreaker she shrugged her shoulders in dismissal and started heading back toward the house.
She was in visible distance from the house now, carelessly skipping flat rocks on the lake surface, enjoying the sunshine, when a sudden curious joy invaded her. Not searching its nature she just rode this immense and unusual sense of freedom, a new sense of movement which she found exhilarating and exciting, and new: She stopped on the rocky beach, her eyes closed, her face casting skyward, motionless:
... There were about eight of them, Tiffany being one of them, as they daringly leaned over the abyss and stared down to the sophisticated sight of the city lying at their feet, deep down at the bottom of the abyss. The myriads of lights in vivid colors crossing each other painted the advanced city in a rich visual display.
“I’m going down there,” Tiffany called to her friends who stepped back frightened from the steep edge. “Come on,” she told them and took the plunge into the gorge. After a moment of hesitation, her friends followed. They glided effortlessly toward the city, holding hands, spinning around in large circles, laughing and giggling. The intense sense of freedom was intoxicating...... . And the high density of the distant planet’s air and its low gravity-pull kept them flying and floating in playful excitement for hours. It was a tiny uncharted planet buried deeply in the outer skirts of the Universal Village and Tiffany Conrad loved it here...
She will miss dearly those newly found friends and she will seek them out many years later. But now, skipping the last flat rock into the lake, she rubbed her hands clean of sand and stuck them in her windbreaker pockets heading for the house. This trip exhausted her and she was starving now.
*
The town of Aishihik, in the Yukon Territories, was radiating wild energies on this charged sunny morning following the mighty storm the night before. The fresh clean air was energized with mysterious longings and unspoken vigor reflected on the citizens’ faces as they went about their business in the picturesque town located at the intersection of two mighty lakes surrounding the area.
Steven Conrad was driving his new Suburban truck on the winding mountain roads, enjoying the crisp energy of the morning. His windows rolled down, his strong left forearm resting comfortable on the window frame of the truck. He advanced without hurry on the mountain road leading to his friend’s secluded cabin, buried deep in the mountainside of the forest. As he was getting closer to the Shaman’s house, more and more wild animals started crossing his path on the untraveled gravel road.
At one time he nearly ran into a Grizzly bear and its two cubs as they crossed the road without hurry. Two cougars playfully ran alongside his truck for a while, disappearing into the thick underbrush moments later. As he exited the dense forest and entered the large clearing with the log cabin in the center, he noticed the Native Indian holy man sitting on his deck in his ancient leather-bound recliner. Dark smoke was occasionally rising around him.
“Cheap tobacco again,” Steven smiled to himself bringing the truck closer to the cabin and shutting down the engine.
“It’s about time... .,” welcomed him Four-Eyes, and instantly nearly choked on the harsh tobacco from his ancient pipe. The old man started coughing vehemently as Steven Conrad walked up the five wooden steps to his wrap-around deck.
“You’ve got a good deal on your tobacco again, I can tell,” Steven responded and warmly shook the old man’s extended hand.
“Bad deal this time, Wounded-Eagle. Good price but baaad tobacco for Four-Eyes. From now on I’ll pay more,” he said trying to relight his extinguished pipe.
“Like they say: You get what you pay for.”
“Now you’re telling me,” Four-Eyes smiled and pointed to the empty recliner beside him. “How’s our ‘chosen’ child?”
“Our ‘chosen’ child is more trouble than I can handle, Four-Eyes. That’s one of the reasons I’m here to see you. Corrine is plain desperate, ‘at the end of her rope,’ as she puts it and I’m not too far behind her either.”
Four-Eyes released a thunderous laughter that sounded strange because of the pipe stem dangled out of his mouth. The old man’s facial features, wrinkled like dried raisins looked handsome as tears ran down on his suntanned cheeks.
“You