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The Silent Sounds of Chaos by Kristina Circelli

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TheSilentSoundsofChaosBookTourTSSOCEbookAmazon (1) A silent call for help began the friendship between two children. A bond unlike any other kept them together. Finn was just a kid when he first heard Snow’s voice inside his head, two children in need of a friend and finding one in mysterious strangers. Never meeting in person, the pair grows up as opposites – Finn the boy who loves to get in trouble and works for the toughest drug lord in town, Snow the good, sheltered girl who wants to be a doctor. The bond built upon a strange ability to hear each other’s thoughts is threatened when Snow is abducted, her screams for help consuming Finn’s mind until they disappear completely, submerging him in a terrifying silence he’s never known before. Now it’s up to Finn to save her, led only by Snow’s sporadic thoughts as she floats in and out of consciousness. But the search for Snow leads him to a truth he isn’t prepared to face, a truth that has the power to unravel his entire world. The people he thought he knew, the life he thought he’d made, the best friend he thought he could protect – all point toward a brutal reality should he fail. And as Finn struggles to find Snow before she slips away, he must fight to keep that reality out, lest he let the chaos in. Purchase Amazon- iBooks: Smashwords: B&N:

Meet the author:

kristina-2Night owl, Dorito lover, and quiet eccentric – Kristina Circelli is the author of several fiction novels, including The Helping Hands series, The Whisper Legacy, The Never, and The Sour Orange Derby. Her latest series, The Whisper Legacy, features Beyond the Western Sun. This book is what all fantasy adventures must strive to be: a complex, intricate examination of human emotion set within the context of worlds known only in our imagination. Melding fantasy and legend in an epic quest, this series signals the arrival of Kristina Circelli as a master storyteller and an important voice in Native American literature.

A descendent of the Cherokee nation and niece of a Cherokee elder, Circelli holds both a Bachelor of Arts and Master of Arts in English from the University of North Florida, where she teaches creative writing. She also heads Red Road Editing, a full-service editing company for independent authors and commercial clients. She currently resides in Jacksonville, Florida with her husband, Seth, and cats, Lord Finnegin the Fierce and Mr. Malachi the Mighty.

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The Silent Sounds of Chaos 

Every book has a pivotal moment when something – or someone – changes. A decision is made, an

action takes place, certain words are spoken … any number of potential moments that turns a novel

toward its conclusion.

I want to share that pivotal moment for “The Silent Sounds of Chaos” with you. It is the moment

when Finn makes the decision that transforms who he is, into who he will be. Finn is just a teenager in the excerpt below, the only positive influence in his life being the girl who speaks to him in thought alone,

the girl he’s never met in person but has spoken to telepathically since he was seven years old.

Snow keeps Finn out of trouble. She inspires him to be better, to do better. But, eventually, her

friendship isn’t enough, and he makes the decision to enter a certain club and speak with a certain man – a decision that will change the course of his life.

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The sun had long since lowered by the time Finn finally reached his destination. Hands in his

pockets to ward off the chill in the evening air, he stared from the corner at the nondescript building lit up by a single light in the parking lot and flashing neon bulbs coming from inside. He’d only seen the outside of the club during the day, never at night, never quite able to tell exactly what lay in wait for him inside.

He’d snuck out of the house before dinner, hitching a ride until he could make the rest of his way

across town on foot. Finn knew he would be in trouble later, but didn’t care. This was the moment he’d been planning for years, ever since he’d decided to grow up and get what he wanted out of life. The day he’d no longer be the boy hiding in the closet, but the bad-ass he was meant to be.

The following years had been filled with preparation. He’d exercised, got in fights so people knew
not to mess with him, listened to talk on the streets for names he needed to know, even stole alcohol and cigarettes when he could so he didn’t look like a rookie if it was offered when he walked into the club.

For a fleeting moment, Finn wondered what Snow would think of him, standing on the street corner
surrounded by run-down homes and trash lining the gutters, with only neon lights guiding him to an
uncertain future. He could easily see her doing something good, something boring, while he was about to walk into the darkest part of his town. But then he decided he didn’t care.

He was thirteen now, old enough to make up his own mind. He was doing this, and he was doing this


Snow’s outburst startled him back onto the curb just as he’d started crossing the street. Heart
thumping – part caught off-guard by his friend, part nervous about what he was about to do – Finn
allowed himself a moment to reply only because it had been a while since they last spoke.

The conversation nearly unnerved him. It was so innocent, her thoughts filled with so much joy and
her replies so playful, Snow actually listening when he gave her a brief recap of his life. If only she could have been there with him, next to him, guiding him to a path where they could always be friends.

What are you doing?

The question rang loud and clear in his head. Remembering where he was, who was and wasn’t by
his side, Finn took a moment to decide how he wanted to answer it. He didn’t want to say anything at all, because he’d made a promise to himself a long time ago never to lie to his only real friend, so instead he quickly said, Don’t worry about it, I was just asking, and ended the conversation.

Alone in his thoughts now, he pushed Snow’s subconscious to the back of his own and forced
himself to hold his head high. Across the street awaited his destination, beckoning to him, inviting him in from the cold. Normally Finn loved the winter air and all the brilliant white snow that came with it – winter made everyone even, didn’t care who it fell upon, who it froze; in the dead of winter, no one was tougher than nature – but tonight he wanted nothing more than to give in to the lure of warmth.

He continue the trek to the club, until he was facing the back door. Club Infinity was one of the more
popular hangouts in town even though it was never promoted around town like other companies, but
everyone knew the place for what it was. There was a reason the club was one of the few businesses in the area that managed to stay open for any length of time. Drugs, gambling, women. Taking care of the competition so no other name except Infinity was spoken. Paying off cops and city officials to look the other way. As far as Finn knew, there was no limit.

And now he was ready to make a profit, too.

Finn squared his shoulders and knocked hard on reinforced steel, a demand to be answered. When
the door opened he had to force himself not to take a step back. In front of him stood a tall, bald man with bulging muscles so large he barely fit in the doorway, glaring down at him behind a pair of dark
sunglasses that hid his eyes, but not his scowl.

“What do you want?”

Finn made sure his face matched the man’s expression as he replied, “I wanna see Joe.”

The man scoffed. “Ain’t nobody sees Joe ‘less Joe wants to be seen. You know you can’t come in
here, kid.” He made to close the door, but Finn slammed a hand on the hard metal. Though he wasn’t
strong enough to actually stop the man, he did succeed in catching his attention.

“I know who you are, Chix. And I know Joe is here. So, Chix, I wanna see Joe and you ain’t gonna

stop me.”

The man paused and finally took a good, long look at the teenager in front of him. “You wearin’

Joe’s old jacket?”

Finn adjusted the leather jacket, which was still too big, and nodded. He got that question a lot
because of the red infinity symbol stitched at the right shoulder. He always assumed it was the club’s
logo, especially since other people knew it as Joe’s, though the symbol was nowhere to be found on the club’s sign or building. “He gave it to me. Said to come see him when I was ready.”

Chix grinned at that, revealing two rows of crooked white teeth. “Did he now? Come on in then, kid.

Let’s see what good old Joe has to say about that.”

Breathing deep, Finn stepped out of the cold and into the black hole of Infinity. Instantly he was
swallowed in a world of red – red lights, red walls, red chair just inside the back door. As he followed the large man down the hall, he felt Snow pricking at the corners of his mind, trying to find out what he was doing, but he pushed her back.

She didn’t need to know about this.

Colette is a busy mom of 2 kids focusing solely on being a mom. She hails from the Caribbean and now balances the full life of being a SAHM and dabbling in odd jobs to help around the home. She enjoys sharing her memories, hopes, food, travel, entertainment, and product experiences on her blog. Please read my disclosure 
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