In honor of the re-release of The Blasphemer Series: Maxwell Demon happening May 21st, 2020, I’ve decided to share one of my favorite scenes from the book. Right now, you can pre-order the book for 99 cents!
Dancing her fingers through the water, Adele was finding
Sophia’s home ideal. It was everything she’d want in a paradise. A small breeze blew her long, red hair as she looked down into the clear water. Small, neon blue goldfish had begun swimming between her fingers as she played with them in the water. One of the small fish looked up at her, then rubbed its body against her finger. Curiously, her finger moved, rubbing the neon scales on the fish’s side. The animal responded by lovingly pushing back against her delicate touch. Adele could’ve sworn the fish was encouraging more soft pets, leaning toward her touch. Suddenly, a neon pink and neon yellow goldfish found their way over to rub against her other finger. She’d never seen goldfish react like this, and the side of her mouth turned into a small smile.
She continued reclining on her left palm, enjoying the quiet. In the woods in the distance, a few birds were chirping away. Even Gabriel, who was down at the pond gathering water for Sophia, was quietly enjoying the breeze.
Maxwell sat upon the branch of a nearby tree, watching her. He had gotten accustomed to watching her, enjoying the way her face looked. He could tell what she was wondering about with her constantly transforming expressions. If she had a half-smile or furrowed her brows, he knew something was going on within that red head of hers. It kept him guessing, wondering what she was thinking. Was she remembering things from her first incarnation? He even began wondering if she remembered their children, and if she mourned for them.
Adele was as much a mystery now as she was back then. That pale skin, red hair flowing in the softest of breezes, and those beautiful glassy blue eyes that pierced him in the heart every time she gazed upon him.
The sound of Gabriel splashing water into a large barrel interrupted Maxwell’s musing and caught his attention. He looked over, seeing Sophia beginning to wash clothing by beating them with a large stick in a barrel with soap. As his attention moved back to Adele, he caught her looking over her shoulder at him, smiling. “Maxwell….”
He jumped from the large branch and joined her at the clear pond.
He sat and crossed his legs. “Yes?”
“What will happen after all this is over? What do you want to happen?” She looked at his handsome, clean-shaven face, curious as to what was on his mind. What had he been thinking in that tree?
“Honestly?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“The things I want I won’t ever get back. I won’t have….” He paused. He wasn’t sure if he should share his deepest of desires, his truest of wants.
“What won’t you have?” She was curious.
“I… I won’t have my family back. There was a time in our history when I had felt such true happiness. I didn’t know a being could find true happiness beyond serving the Mother and the Father.”
She adjusted, placing her hand on top of his. “Tell me. Please.”
His eyes fell to her hand and his fingers bent, lacing into hers. “Long ago, we had a family. I got to see our children grow before I fell. I had never seen someone so in love with motherhood, so happy. You have this glow to you when you’re happy. You radiated the purest joy
I’ve ever witnessed.”
“Tell me about the children.” Her hand moved, and she rested her palm upward. He placed his hand on hers, lacing his fingers in a better position now, gently holding her hand in his lap as she adjusted.
“Hannibal grew up to be so strong and so fast. He had hair like mine and eyes like yours. He was a true creation of beauty. We went for a walk when he was a teenager and saw women fall over themselves just to get a glance at his beauty. He could’ve had any woman he wanted. Cassia was the spitting image of you. She was gifted magically and had this way with insects. Something about them just fascinated her. Cassia was a sight to behold. She was beautiful, like her older brother, but in her own way.”
He smiled, reaching up and touching the side of Adele’s face. “We made beautiful babies. Strong children that were, in their time on Earth, determined and talented. I couldn’t have been prouder of them… or you.” His thumb rubbed slowly under her eye, sliding away a loose eyelash that had fallen upon it. “There is nothing more beautiful than a woman who is in awe of her own children.”
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