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The Ancestors' Secrets
Mystery, legends, life in a secret society, love, time travel and magical powers collide in this enchanting epic fantasy, hailed “Mystical and Unique.”
Ilona resigns to live the simple life of a small-town doctor, but her life goes into a tailspin on her birthday. She finds out she was born into a secretive, ancient clan still hidden among us. She starts to develop unusual powers which she finds exciting as well as frightening. She can slow time and heal with her touch, but how and why?
She struggles to find answers, but those who try to reveal the clan secrets are severely punished.
A menacing man is following her and wants to kill her. Who is he?
More life struggles continue to plague her. After being thrust into a world of clan mysteries, obscure traditions, and beliefs, her life is drastically changing.
She must seek out and stop Mora’s evil plan. Punished by the ancestors long ago, Mora has waited centuries for the chance to reunite with her beloved Joland and to gain power over the Hunor clan. Revenge has kept her alive for over 1600 years.
Ilona must search for the mysterious Destiny Box that holds a message from her Ancestors while she attempts to sort out her feelings for the men in her life.
The spirits of the clan come to Ilona’s aid with answers to the clan’s secrets and the key to helping her maintain her sanity amidst the fear of danger lurking everywhere as she tries to succeed.
She must activate her Chameleon ability and obtain unimaginable powers. The clan Leaders and Elders are worried knowing that she can use her growing powers for absolute good or absolute evil. But they have no choice, they’re powerless against Mora and must place their trust in Ilona.
With the help of the clan’s Time Bender, her journey will take her back in time to when her people lived as nomads, to the castles of the 14th century as they struggle to overcome the obstacles in their path due to the evils of Mora.
Ilona finds her Destiny Box where the ancestors reveal what she must do—but it does not come without cost.
She must ensure the birth of the Chosen Child in the 4th century in order to save the future of the Hunor Clan.
Will Ilona succeed in saving the child? Will she accept her destiny?
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May the Sacred Turul guide and protect you
Review quotes from the 1st edition
“Historic fantasy involving ancient traditions and down-to-earth characters of our own world.”
“I was enthralled with the complexity and attention to detail.”
“This story to truly capture the magical essence of the Hun tradition and the beauty of their rituals.”
“Written in a diary-kind format, the different characters tell the a beautiful story.”
“It is so original and well written it had me hooked from the start.”
“The first sentences grabbed my fascination, and the easy flow of the entire book continually held my interest and curiosity.”
“She meets a handsome doctor who seems to be accompanied by an evil presence that she cannot comprehend.”
“Thank you Erika, you gave my heart and dreams an immense gift.”
“My favorite part was the description of Ema's paintings! What a wonderful idea!”
“I also loved the inner turmoil she had trying figure out her feeling she was having about her best friend and the new handsome man who entered her life.”
“I couldn't help but think that there was something not very savory about Zoltan (gosh! I love his name!). I ended up rooting for Bela.”
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A man I used to go to elementary school with found me on a social site. We had a nice chat remembering the simpler times and all the fun we had without iPhone and internet.
"We had a lot of fun at the beach every summer, remember?" he asked.
My mood turned a bit sour. "Yes, and I remember when we were in fifth grade and you embarrassed me in front of a bunch of kids by unsnapping my bikini top in the water. It was awful."
"I'm so sorry I did that. But you know how things were back then... Boys were expected to behave like that, otherwise we were teased to death for being sissy boys."
"Yeah, I know. Those were different times."
"You know, I was so grateful for the black eye you gave me. You threw a helluva punch."
"From that day on, I didn't have to behave like a macho guy with you because your girly reputation had elevated to the highest level. Boys in the class got the 'don't ever mess with that girl' message."
"I always wondered why boys in the school didn't tease me or ask me out anymore." I laughed.
"Now you know! I'm glad things had changed for the better. Boys don't need to feel obligated to do stupid things like that to girls just to please their buddies."
"I'm glad too, but I think the changes are happening a little too fast and to the extreme. Now boys are punished and labeled for the smallest things.
"That's true. Well, every positive change starts with extreme new rules but as time goes on the rules are softened."
"Hopefully, boys will not be forced to lose all their positive masculinity traits in the process."
I've been told by readers that the story is darker than the mild cover indicates it. So, I designed an new one, and I thought this cover will represent the story a whole lot better with the scene when Sofia and Jayden start to recall the dark memories of their childhood.
I'm so grateful for every feedback from readers! Thank you!
Is it possible that an ancient curse cast by a powerful witch sixteen-hundred years ago could destroy families in every generation for centuries?
Dark family secrets separated Sofia and Daniel when they were children, but fate brought them together years later.
When Sofia’s brother finds a leather book in his grandmother's secret room that was written in 426 by a shaman, dark memories of their childhood start to surface.
Reading the ancient runes, they learn about their family's curse. If it remains unbroken, the curse will bring tragedy and ruin their lives as it destroyed many of their ancestors' lives.
Could they find the way to break the ancient curse?
“Wow!” Sofia blurted as they entered the secret room. “You were right, there are lots of treasures in here.”
“I looked only in this trunk but look at the shelves.”
Sofia walked to the shelves and touched the carved, wooden and stone statues one by one. “Look,” she said, “the Sacred Turul. This wood carving is a masterpiece!”
“Yes, I estimate it to be at least a thousand years old. Look at this horse.” He pointed at the black onyx statue.
“Magnificent!” Sofia marveled.
“We can look at those later,” Jayden mentioned to Sofia. “Let’s see if we can find more writing in the trunk.”
“Okay…” Sofia hesitantly replied. She was having a hard time averting her eyes from rows after rows of statues, jewelry, headdresses adorned with beads, gold chalices and bowls.
Jayden opened the wooden trunk and started taking out the items that were wrapped in leather. He pulled the coverings open which revealed swords, knives, handmade leather shoes, and carefully-wrapped scrolls.
“Jay, look!” Sofia pointed at the inside of the trunk lid. “There’s an envelope and it doesn’t seem old.”
Jayden grabbed the corner of the white envelope but couldn’t pull it away. “It seems to be glued to the top,” he stated as he carefully lifted the corner with a knife and pried it away from the wood without ripping the paper.
As he turned it he saw writing on the envelope. “For Sofia and Jayden,” he read out loud. “It’s Grandma’s handwriting and it’s for us.” He sat down on a box, opened the envelope and pulled out the folded letter. He started reading it out loud.
Dearest Sofia and Jayden,
You’re reading this letter, which means I’m gone. I swore to your mother that I would never tell you about the family curse, but I cannot take it to my grave. Although your mother always strongly believed that it is merely a stupid legend and refused to listen to me, I must let you know somehow. Jayden, your life in danger…
The year 426 in the Carpathian Basin
As they got close to the trees and peeked out, they saw disheveled men sitting on the ground around fires. Their savage laughs, as they were eating and drinking, cut through to their hearts. Elana gasped when she saw the lifeless bodies of her neighbors thrown to the ground. Zala turned to Elana and raised his eyebrow, silently asking if she was ready. Her eyes shone with anger. She nodded and placed an arrow on her bow and pulled the string, aiming at the head of the loudest bandit who seemed to be the horde’s leader.
Zala whispered, “You have lost the most. You have the right to revenge.”
Elana let the arrow fly, and it pierced the bandit’s forehead between his eyes, coming out at the back of his head halfway. His body fell backward, limp and lifeless.
Zala looked at the waiting wolves and motioned them to go forward. The bandits scrambled to their feet in horror as their leader fell, and the wolves attacked them. Zala and Elana started riding around them in circles, aiming and shooting as the men tried to flee. A few slumped to the ground pierced by arrows, others screamed as the wolves chomped at their hands.
Elana spotted the alpha as he clamped his powerful jaw over a man’s wrist and with a jerk of his head, bit the hand off. And then Elana froze when she saw her mirror image looking at her with crazed eyes.
“Tuana!” Elana yelled and urged her horse toward the disheveled young woman.
Tuana turned her horse and kicked its side, urging the horse to a gallop. Within seconds they collided. The horses neighed in terror as the women were thrown off their backs by the impact. Both women jumped to their feet and faced each other. Elana gave out the warriors’ battle cry, raised her sword, and thrust it toward Tuana. Elana’s move was swift, but Tuana was fast as well and leaned out of the way of the deadly blow. As Tuana jumped back, she looked down with terror in her eyes. A gray wolf standing next to her growled and dropped Tuana’s hand on the ground; it was still clutching the sword. The wolf shook the blood from his muzzle, turned, and ran toward the bushes. Tuana stared at her stump as it spurted blood on her legs.
Tuana howled like a wounded animal and then gave out an insane laugh as she held the stump of her arm close to her chest and started backing away. “I curse you and your descendants! Every woman in your bloodline will have a daughter like me who will be thrown away like garbage. The daughters will kill their brothers and leave their sister alive to carry the bloodline. All mothers for eternity will pay for what your mother did to me.”
Update: the contest is closed
Thanks to your awesome input, the covers are finalized.
Trilogy print cover
The winners of the fantasy trilogy
This contest is closed.
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Mary Anne Adams
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I'm planning to change the covers of The Ancestors' Secrets Trilogy and I got a little carried away when I started the designs.
Now I can't decide which one I like most, I need your help to make a decision.
Vote in the poll at the end of the post for your favorites and you might win:
ONE winner will receive a signed complete trilogy paperback.
THREE winners will receive the trilogy eBook.
The contest will close July 25 and the winners will be notified.
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