Syphon

A ragtag group of misfits in hostile territory are fighting the clock to free a goddess from her temple. But nothing is as it seems with the Goddess of Trickery on their tail.

Excerpt:

"Have you ever felt lost? Adrift in the sea of death and emptiness with no motivation." He took her by the chin and gently forced her to look into his red eyes. "With no purpose."

"When there are a thousand versions of you all around, that seem to be stars of their own play, what makes you special? When someone tells you that you are unique do you respond with 'just like everybody else?' "

Hot tears escaped from Cathy's watery eyes as she squeezed them shut. "Please, just stop."

E'dyn shook his head and cupped his hands around her face.

"Do you ever feel like you are just a supporting character or some lowly stage hand in someone else's story? Just some passing extra character without a single line. No matter how you fight it, how you struggle with blood, sweat and tears, you will never become a shining star."

E'dyn took a shuddering breath as he wiped her tears away. "The cycle will never end. Not until you draw your last breath. Because destiny did not choose you."

He pulled her into a protective embrace burying his face in her hair, breathing her scent deeply.

"But I did."