Are demons after Blake or is he mad?
Into the Light is a story of perception, zealotry, and social rebellion with a malignant version of Jiminy Cricket chirping opinions into the mind. It is an experimental novel.
May I introduce you to the Will, the collective unconscious and Jiminy Cricket of the internet age. The Will wishes to bring you Into the Light.
Though this story is about all of humanity, and the roots of our dysfunction, the Will found it more effective to compose a single novel to convey its message. This far easier than speaking to each person individually. Plus, they might think they were going mad instead of reading fiction, which is almost the same. So, a story within the story. The person, or should I say character, the Will chose to manipulate for this purpose is Blake Moxley.
Poor Blake, such a nice chap, was thrust into a world of a confusion after he began to see people become ghoulish creatures and sought answers, as one does during such situations, and found them in an ex-priest, or so he claimed, nicknamed Stiggy. Blake was told of mystical beings who controlled civilization from hidden seats of power; however, he was one of the few who could see their true grotesque faces. Being a concerned citizen, he set off on a crusade across the United States to expose the dastardly evil. Sure, it led to ruination as he confronted the beings who manipulated Business, Politics and Media, but in the end, he finds salvation. Well, sort of.
Unable to resist any longer, I closed the distance, pressing my lips gently against his. Our pace was slow at first, but then he lost control, and his kiss became rougher, more urgent. He pulled me onto his lap, straddling him.
"Has anyone touched you here before?" Blake broke the kiss, his voice impossibly low as he lightly brushed his thumb across my hardened nipple. Ripples of pleasure coursed through me, and my groin began to throb, my underwear soaked with desire. My breath hitched from his touch, and I shook my head.
He let out a light growl and pinched my nipple harder. "Has anyone touched these before?" he repeated.
I whimpered, "No... no one but you."
Blake let out a deep growl and kissed me roughly again. I was consumed by him. I tore my lips from his to suck in a much-needed breath. I could feel his arousal straining against my leg, his breathing heavy.
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My name is Elara Whittingham. I am seventeen and have magical abilities. That may sound amazing, but my life is anything but sunshine and rainbows. You see, my parents are wanted criminals. They seek power and magical items to enhance their power to take over the world. As for me, I'm their only child and a disgrace to them as I don't agree with them. I've refused to use my magic around them for them. And suffer the consequences.
One day, I build up the courage to run away and meet someone who helps me get into a magic academy, where my life begins to look up. I make friends, create enemies, and fall in love. Professor Blake Wade. Not only did he save me, but he is everything I could ever want or need in life. Without him, I don't know what would have become of me.
But my life's not that easy. What happens when my past begins to catch up to me? When my lies began to crumble? When the truth of my identity is finally revealed? Will everyone I love still accept me?