My review of How It Ends

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My review of How It Ends
Currently streaming on Netflix

AN EVENT happens on the West Coast sparking power outages and unrest throughout the United States. Will is on a business meeting, is in Chicago where his fiance’s parents live. His fiance is in Washington State.

From the start of the film, the tension between the father and boyfriend (fiance) is on full display. They don’t care for the other at all. But when this Event (unknown throughout the film) happens, they must work together if they want to go and find the heroine (I cant remember her name and too lazy to look up so…there)

This film wasn’t as bad as I thought and was told. Yes, there are a few annoyances. The first annoyance is a scene prior to the gas station. The question Will asks is ridiculous. The next few will basically have you asking, Why the hell can’t Will stay in the damn car? Why…huh?

Overall, there is a plot…get to the girl. The subplot is the relationship between the two alphas….and at some point that subplot turns to just survival.

I love survival films and books. Folk base instincts drive them and we see that in this film. Survival is all based on food, shelter, desires to mate and procreate. Everyone waves their alpha flag but I found it basic yet believable. No…there were no aha moments…no huge epic end of world mayhem but you felt the urgency and their desire to live.

The film is slow. There are segments of action, and it was predictable but it wasn’t bad and I’ve seen bad.

Look of the film: 5
Plot: 3 because it is a tried and true plot…little twists.
Character Development: 3.5
Overall Movie: 3…good enough but never really found out how it ends….

Did you see How It Ends?
What did you think?

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The Descent of the Halo Serial

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Book III Featurning CALEB from #ChainedToTheDevilsSon
Scene: I Am Yours, Sir
Marda, a slave in 1800s is given to Caleb
Caleb’s POV

Caleb stirred with awareness but made no move to sit up.
“It is late in the day, Caleb,” Fredrick kicked the end of the bed. “Rise up.”
Caleb brought his hand up over his face. He lifted his heavy head up enough to look at Fredrick who was seated in a chair at the foot of the bed. Caleb moaned, “Please brother, spare me.”
Fredrick kicked the bed again, this time with more force. “You’ve slept for two days passed. Get up,” he said louder.
Caleb grimaced as he pushed up on his elbows. It took him longer to sit up on the side of the bed. When he was stable, he looked over at his older brother then submerged his face in the basin of water on a table beside his bed. He toweled his face and bare chest dry then picked up a few pieces of meat from a plate next to the basin.
“What is so dire?” Caleb asked as he chewed.
“I’m taking mother home,” Fredrick said. “We depart in a few hours.”
Caleb gave no indication that the news of his mother’s impending departure affected him. He continued to eat from the plate.
“What’s happened to you, brother? You drink and keep company with the lowest assortment of loose women and scoundrels. The few times you’ve graced us with your company, you are drunken and bloodied from the fighting you do. I am told you boxed several men at a time, and for what? Pennies.” Fredrick sighed. “Uncle has told mother of your partying. That you reside and associate with Watkins and his sort. Scoundrels you should not acquaint yourself with.”
“Have you considered that I am the sort of man they should not acquaint themselves with, dear brother?” Caleb lifted a glass to his mouth.
“Clearly you’ve no care of our mother’s well-being.” Fredrick stood. He walked over to the cottage door and opened it. He gently ushered Marda inside, who walked in with her head down. Fredrick closed the door and followed her. He pointed over to the bed for her to sit. Marda sat down on the very edge, on the other side of Caleb.
Caleb’s entire body tensed when he smelled her sweet floral scent. He fisted his hands until his knuckles turned white but he didn’t turn to look at her.
“Jai and her child will accompany us to France. Marda will remain.” Fredrick pulled some papers from his breast pocket and flung them on the bed behind Caleb.
Caleb ground his teeth together as he felt for the papers. He refused to turn around to look at Marda or his brother, who for the first time in his dull predictable life had done something shocking. He peered at the documents.
It was papers concerning Marda. Marda, the girl of his dreams, now the woman of his nightmares. The woman he tried to drink from his mind was now his property. He read the papers over and over again.
“What game do you play?”
“She is yours now, Caleb. Do with her what you will.” Fredrick made his way to the cottage door.
“What do you mean, she is mine?” Caleb stood, and in the blink of an eye crossed the length of the cottage and grabbed his brother’s arm. He whipped Fredrick around to face him.
“I have a theory, you see. I think that your behavior is the direct result of what you desire and can’t have. I know you care for her, Caleb. I’ve always known. We all do. Why do you think father refused to sell her to Mr. Potts, Lord Havers, and all the others who offered much more than what’s fair? You know that Mr. Potts was planning to breed her with Zeus, his biggest and hardest working slave, as a gift to bear offspring. Lord Havers…well, his intentions were much more unsavory. Father flat-out refused their generous offers, often because of you and mother. So, brother…she is yours.” Fredrick grunted out. “Now let go of my arm.”
Caleb knew exactly why Lord Havers wanted Marda. He was the proprietor of a brothel and Marda would have made him richer. He heard the man say those exact words to his father at one of his mother’s dinner parties one evening. It took all he was not to clobber the hell out of the old bastard.
“Are you that heartless? You are no better than them. What would you have me do? Take her screaming to my bed and in a few months’ time, she bears a child I cannot claim as my own? In a few years, I marry an upstanding white woman who bears me children as well, but they can call me father but Marda’s young cannot!” Caleb yelled. “Is this the life you want to condemn her to?”
Fredrick tried to pry Caleb’s hand off him. “If that is what will calm the storm in your mind and bring my brother back to what’s left of the family who loves him, then yes, it is.”
Caleb dropped his hold on Fredrick’s arm as he stared at Fredrick, wide-eyed and stunned.
What have I done to my family?
Fredrick pulled the door open. “No need for farewells. I had them escorted to the docks this morn. You had important business to attend but you will send correspondence as soon as you can. Your wealth is great, try not to squander it all.” Fredrick sighed. “We hope to see you soon, Caleb.” Fredrick left, leaving Caleb standing by the door.
The children.
He felt a wave of hopelessness overtake him. He leaned on the door jamb with his hand over his eyes, blocking out the sun. Selene, Jai’s daughter, and William, Fredrick’s son, were dear to him. To not be able to say goodbye to them and his mother, or even the judgmental Abigail, his sister by marriage, was a painful blow.
Caleb felt his anger rise as he moved to confront his brother and show him exactly what made him a sure bet during his boxing matches. But he froze when he heard Marda stir behind him. He wanted to tell her to be gone by the time he returned.
He didn’t mean to turn around and look at her, but when he did, Caleb stumbled back into the open door. Marda was standing naked next to the bed. One of her arms was stretched across her small perfect breasts. The nipples were hidden but the pressure of her arm pushed the flesh below them to swell. Her other arm was stretched the length of her torso, her hand covering the hair over her sex. When his burning eyes trailed back up to her face, Caleb’s heart almost stopped because when their eyes met, Marda slowly let her arms fall away and displayed her slender yet shapely body.
Dear God, she is magnificent.
Marda stood bare for him to see. Her hair was uncovered and freely flowed down her back but several strands fell over her shoulder. Caleb took scores of women to his bed but none equaled Marda.
No…you hate her, he reminded himself.
With new determination, Caleb crossed the room and covered Marda with the blanket from his bed before she could blink. He could tell his movements frightened her because he felt her fear like the blast of a cannon to his chest. In all the years as her Protector, he never felt such raw emotion. It was so strong it caused him to stumble forward.
Marda reached out to steady him. “I do not fear you, but seeing you move that fast…” She paused and lowered her head. “Forgive me, I did not mean to speak.” She let go of his arms and moved back.
“Forgive you? Marda, you speak when you choose.” Caleb turned his head to look away as he bent to retrieve the blanket that fell when he stumbled. He continued to look away as he placed it around her again. “…and I do not own you.”
“I am yours, sir.”
His body immediately reacted to her declaration. Caleb looked at Marda’s face. There was nothing in her eyes. No fire, no passion, no desire that would have him believe she wanted him. Marda was clearly acting on orders.
“Use my name please, not sir,” Caleb spat. He wanted her away from him. She could go away with his family. Living without her love was his cruel reality but to have her offer herself because she was ordered to was unbearable. He turned his head toward the door and twisted his body to follow but…he heard the blanket hit the floor again. Damn his super-sensitive hearing.
Caleb stilled when Marda took a step toward him. They were inches apart now. He could feel her body heat against his skin.
“Caleb,” she said softly.
He closed his eyes when he heard her sing the two syllables that made up his name. Speaking was something Marda didn’t do often. Everyone thought her mute. The only one she spoke to was Jai…and him.
The times she spoke to him, she never said his name. Her pronunciation and her soft tone warmed him in a way he didn’t expect.
“You torment me,” Caleb hissed. He balled his fists tightly. “Can you not see? It is immoral, what I want of you, Marda.”
“Have you quenched your desire for me with all the women you have taken to your bed?”
Marda pressed her breasts against his bare back and wrapped her arms around his chiseled chest. Caleb shivered when they touched. Lost in her warmth, he allowed his fingers to trace her arm before he realized what he was doing.
Caleb turned around and grabbed her wrist tightly. “You mock my pain,” he said angrily. He threw her onto the bed.
Marda fell back, and before she could sit up, Caleb was on top of her. He felt the dizzying effect that alerted him of her fright but he ignored it. Doing so caused him a great deal of pain that shot through his head but he locked it down, growling because his need for her was even more painful.

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Character Interview

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◄███▓▒░░CHARACTER
INTERVIEW ░░▒▓███►
DARK BRIGHT, Claiming His Angel
by SHEA SWAIN

I come to you today with a special guest. Meet Gadreel Angelis, Battle Angel and currently one of earth’s residence.

Q: “Mr. Angelis, cute surname by the way, how old are you?”
A: “Please, call me Gadreel. As for my age, let’s just say that I was created shortly after the dawn of time.”
(he glances at the field that is just to the side of the farmhouse porch where they sit. He seems to focus on a little boy of no more than six years of age. The boy and another man, an extremely attractive black man, are doing some kind of hand to hand combat training. The kid seems too young for that kind of training, in her opinion.)

Q: Wow, well…I must say that you look very good for your age. Are you considered a Fallen Angel?
A: “My status is a bit more complicated than the label, “Fallen”.” (he looks down and seems a bit reflective) “But, yes. Technically, I fell.”

Q: “I hear that you weren’t one of the Morning Star’s forsaken. That you didn’t fall for the “cause”.
A: “That’s what you heard? Who told you that?”
(she feels warm, and admittedly, a little frightened.)

Q-response: “Unfortunately, I cannot divulge my source.”
A-response: “You do realize I can just pick it from your mind?”
Q-response: “But,” (she holds up her hand, palm forward with a placating smile) “…I know that you won’t.”
(he just smiles. It’s a wickedly delicious smile that makes parts of her pulse in ways that are truly un-Godly. His smile widens. She has to assume he knows his effect on women.)

Q: (she clears her throat and adjusts in the seat) “Why, uh, why did you agree to this interview?”
A: “I would like for you to know that things are in play. That your world is going to change if the Dark Bright gets what they want.”
(his expression and bright blue eyes are so intense that she almost believes him.)

Q: “What or who is the Dark Bright?”
A: “You will find out soon enough.”

Q: “If you aren’t candid with me, why should my readers believe you are what you say you are? Why should I, for that matter?”
A: “Because, Mrs. Velasquez, your son needs me. His nightmares will get worse. He will grow stronger, and if he doesn’t get the proper training, he will die when they come for him.”

(she drops her small recorder and jumps to her feet.)
Q-response: “How do you know about my son and his dreams?”
A-response: “Unlike my son, Godrick, a direct offspring, your son is a descendant of a Nephilim who somehow escaped the Great Flood and the mass genocide the Dark Bright instituted. If you don’t accept this, his and your life will end as soon as he is discovered.”

Q-response: (she places her hand over her chest, trying to calm her accelerating heartbeat before she closes her hand into a fist)
Q: “You’re crazy. Stay away from me and my son. I should call child protective services on you and that creep over in the field.”
Q-response (She points to the field then bends and picks up her recorder and purse up off the floor of the porch. She takes a step toward the stairs. But just as she does, the air seems to grow thick around her. Then a sound, something like a sheet being unfurled in the air, causes her to turn around. What she sees…)
Q: “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…he has wings!”

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A NEW Paranormal WIP!

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I am very excited about this one.

Excerpt, Unedited.
Prologue: Title TBD

Gadreel raised his sword of cerulean fire high above his head. He tightened his hands around the hilt as he prepared to strike the final blow. Time passed as he held still above his injured brother as the fighting around them roared to deafening heights.
“Strike down the Fallen,” roared Michael from somewhere nearby.
Gadreel looked up. All around him was death.
Simi, he thought as his gaze fell on Gabriel who just took Simi’s head with his own sword of fire.
“Erase them from the Heavens,” Gabriel cried out as he walked past the rolling head of their brethren with no regard.
Gadreel hands loosened around the hilt of his sword but when Gabriel met his gaze, he tightened his fingers again as he turned to look back down at Dantanian. The fallen angel was weak and wounded at Gadreel’s feet.
With one quick swing, Dantanian’s head would be separated from his body. Dantanian would be no more.
Why didn’t he escape to the desolate place with Lucifer and the others? Did he think his disobedience would be forgiven? Do he and the others not understand that our Father’s forgiveness is solely designed for his favored, the humans.
“Finish it, Gadreel,” Dantanian said as he coughed. Low light shined through the deep wounds in his chest and side.
Gadreel furrowed his brows as he flared his fingers out then regripped his sword. He’d bested his brother but searching inside himself, he could not find the desire to kill Dantanian. He knew the Fallen were wrong to question their Lord. They were not fit for the heavens. Yet, Gadreel didn’t think death was a suitable response.
Isn’t my questioning and hesitancy to carry out the orders given to me by my superiors just as unlawful? Is the penalty death?
Gadreel looked around. Headless bodies strewed the once pristine replica of the Garden of Eden landscape. It was once a place of peace and reflection. Now it will forever be marred by death and fratricide.
I can’t…
When his weary eyes met Gabriel’s, Gadreel saw the questions mounting in his commander’s eyes. He saw when Gabriel’s gaze hardened with resolve. He actually felt fear ripple through him when Gabriel’s lips thinned as he started toward them.
With a hint of a thought, the flame that encompassed Gadreel’s sword rescinded. A flick of his hand and the sword disappeared into the ether only to return when he needed it.
Moving as fast as he could, Gadreel whipped his robe out of the way, bent and lifted Dantanian over his shoulder, and made for the Pool of Province.
He risked his very existence as he ran with Dantanian in tow. Gadreel heard the calls to halt his progress. He dodged the expertly aimed daggers and arrows of his brethren who tried to stop him. To his surprise, some of the judged, the Fallen, stepped in front of some of the blows aimed at him and Dantanian.
As Gadreel jumped over the bodies of Fallen and Devoted, he knew that he would never again step foot in the Heavens. That once he jumped into the Pool of Province, a reflective gateway that allowed Angels to observe humans and crossover to the earth, without permission that the ability to cross back over or to any plain from this moment forth will be forever revoked.
“Noooo,” Dantanian cried out.
“It is the only way to save you,” Gadreel said as he ran up the stairs to the great pool. Something hit his back, causing him to stumble forward. Dantanian’s body fell forward, hitting the tepid pool first. Gadreel followed, sighing as the water that wasn’t wet covered him from head to toe.
Gadreel didn’t have to call out for his wings to expand. His large white feathered wings flared out instinctively to slow his descent from the heavens.
Scanning the sky, Gadreel searched for his brother but what he saw wasn’t an Angel soaring through the darkening skies. What he saw was a smoking body tumble rolling toward the earth. Gadreel positioned his wings back to dive but suddenly felt an intense debilitating pain with the movement.
Gadreel cried out as he pumped his smoking wings long enough to see that they were ablaze. There was only one thing to do. He dived toward Dantanian, tucking his wings back. When he slammed into his unconscious brother, Gadreel shook off the pain and extended his burning wings to slow them before slamming into the ocean.

EXCERPT…..

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A Look Into Binding of the Halo 1
Setting: Abandoned School

Cianne did her best to resist being pulled out of her cell when Cook grabbed her hand. He barely allowed her the time to grab the mini flashlight she dropped.
“Tristan is coming for me.”
Cook managed to get her halfway out of the doorway, but with one properly timed yank, she managed to pull free and retreat a few feet back into the room only to have him grab her wrist again.
“We need to go. Please,” Cook said, as he desperately pulled her along. “They’ll be here any minute.”
“I can’t leave. Tristan is coming for me!” she screamed, as she continued trying to free herself.
“If I were him I would want you safe.” He looked at her with pleading eyes that shadowed some emotion she couldn’t read. “He would want you and the baby safe.”
The sound of a vehicle screeching to an abrupt stop made both of them jump and turn to the door. Cook quickly pulled her out of the room and down a long litter-filled hallway. They passed a row of broken down lockers and a few boarded-up windows along the way.
It’s a school, Cianne thought as she was pulled into a midsized room that looked like it was probably her captors’ base camp. She shadowed Cook as he ran to a boarded-up window on the far side of the old classroom and peeked through a space between the boards.
“They’re here.” He grabbed Cianne’s hand again and pulled her back into the hallway. “I need to get you to the bottom floor and out of the building. We’re going to have to use the back stairs,” he said, so quietly that she knew he was talking to himself.
Cianne could tell from the way he sounded that he really didn’t want to use the back stairs. She realized that they were in real danger but she wondered what was the issue with the stairs.
As she kept pace with Cook, she couldn’t stop wondering what happened to Tristan.
Cook was fast, and when he pulled her around a corner she stumbled, making her focus on what was happening with her. He slowed enough to allow her to right herself then returned to his quick pace.
His flashlight was bright and spanned wide enough for them to see a good deal in front of them. They whizzed by classroom after classroom, hurdled over debris and avoided anything that would slow them down. Resisting was no longer on Cianne’s mind. Getting out of this so she could get to Tristan drove her now.
When they made their way to the stairwell, Cook allowed her to stop to catch her breath before he pulled open the door that was barely hanging on two hinges. Debris, a strong stench, and filth filled what was visible of the stairs.
Cianne looked down the dark stairwell with only his flashlight as a beacon to guide them and felt a chill run through her. There was no way to tell how many flights there were to the bottom floor but she knew there was freedom beyond the darkness. Cianne pushed her shoulders back then looked at Cook. He looked back at her. The expression on his face scared her more than the thought of what they had to do. He squeezed her hand then let it go as they made their way down.
Cook went first, with her close behind. Cianne slipped a couple of times but Cook was there to steady her with a firm grip when she needed it. When they reached the bottom of the first flight, Cianne felt as if it hadn’t been that hard. That gave her the confidence she needed to get down the next two darkened flights.
Just as she mentally patted herself on the back, a faint noise reached her ears. “Did you hear that?” Cianne questioned, then stopped.
She looked down at Cook who stopped just as she had. Her eyes squinted into the darkness that lay before them, beyond the range of his light. With them stopped, Cianne heard the sound clearer. She had no idea what it was but it sounded like it was getting closer.
“Go back,” Cook whispered.
Cianne turned halfway around and was just about to take a step back over a small metal trashcan when she felt Cook’s hand on her leg. Cianne turned her head and looked down at him. But he was focused on something down the stairs. She followed the direction of his gaze. She had to suck in a gasp of fear when her eyes focused.
“Back up, slowly,” Cook whispered. He gave her leg a slight nudge.
Cianne couldn’t move. She was frozen with fear as she peered at the scraggly dog that looked up at them from a half a flight down. The dog’s eyes, shadowed by dirty matted hair, glowed as they bore into them. Its lips were tight and pulled back, revealing pink and black gums with sharp teeth that could be clearly seen with the flashlight in the dark stairwell.
The hound watched them for a few seconds before its growl echoed through the hollowed space between them. Cook gently pushed at her leg again. Cianne carefully began to take a slow step up when another dog came up behind the first.
“Run!” Cook yelled.

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