The Not-So Dead (Salome's Story) by Isaiyan Morrison

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Salome by Isaiyan Morrison

Isaiyan Morrison is slowly introducing us to some new characters (every two weeks) in her upcoming all new paranormal/urban fantasy trilogy The Not-So Dead. The first full length title in the trilogy will be releasing in Jan 2020

So if you’re ready to meet these new characters and the world they live in

CONTINUE READING!!!

Our second character we get to meet is Salome  

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Height: 5’8

Hair Color: Jet Black Hair

Eye Color: Smoky Gray

Salome is the matriarch of a nomadic family of wraiths.

Her short story takes place in 1960’s suburbia. Newly married, Salome dreams of a life outside the large house her rich husband bought shortly after their marriage. But when an attractive friend of her husband’s shows up one day,

Hobbies: Gardening

Moral: Melancholic: Detailed and oriented melancholic people are obsessed with finding the right solution than being right. They worry about what others thing and tend to place guilt for bad happenings upon themselves. They are somewhat perfectionists and always strive to make the right decisions.

Pet Peeve: Making the wrong decision

Okay I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to read more about these characters and their journey.

Below you can find an Excerpt from The Not-So Dead (Book 1)

Available January 21^st, 2020

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Salome crouched in a spot just off the path next to a large opened umbrella that provided a small spot of protection from the rays that managed to slip through an overhead canopy. She wore a sleeveless white and red polka dot maxi dress and a broad sunhat with big, flashy red sunglasses.

“Salome.” As Faye drew closer, she noticed the trowel in Salome’s right hand and a pile of dead flowers beside her.

            She looked up. “Could you grab that bag of dirt behind you, please?”

            Faye turned and lifted a small bag of rich dirt from the ground and she carried it over to her.

            “Thank you, dear.” Salome smiled. “I would have gotten them myself, but then I’d have to move the umbrella back and forth, which is always a hassle.”

“Why aren’t you wearing more layers or doing this at night?” Faye couldn’t help but ask.

            “Well that would be easier.” Salome frowned. “But there’s something so beautiful about gardening in the sun. Come! You can help me plant.” She grabbed a wilted flower and handed it to her.

Faye noticed that it only had one petal, which barely hung to the stem. “Salome…this flower is...”

            “Is what?”

            “It’s dead.”

            She titled her head to the side. “It just needs some love and care. It’ll come back in life in no time.”

            Salome was a constant gardener in every place they called home but this was the first time that Faye witnessed her weird obsession up close. Tristan told her once that she yearned for the life she had before being a wraith. She had been far from having a green thumb then and she was miles away from having one now.

“This place doesn’t feel like home.” This time she plopped a half-broken stem into a hole and filled it with dirt. “And the backyard is a travesty. It needs a little sprucing, don’t you think?”

Faye shrugged and knelt beside Salome. She watched as Salome grabbed another dead flower from her pile. “In a few weeks they’ll be as gorgeous as ever.”

One by one, Faye helped her plant a neat row consisting of broken stems and more dead flowers. After they finished, Salome slipped off her gloves and folded them in her lap.

“I can’t help but to think about Maddy.”  Her voice shook. “That girl was stubborn and reckless, but she was one of us. She was family. She was the youngest of us before you came along, Faye. She was our little rebel. It’s hard to believe that she was taken so horribly.”

Faye watched Salome from of the corner of her eye, not daring to say anything.

“She’d never really had a family, even before she became one of us. The first time we met her, Dusk and I caught her trying to steal the van. She looked so haggard and lost. She didn’t know what happened to her. No one really does when a wraith takes them in the way that one took her.”

“Is there a difference?” Faye asked. “I thought it was all the same.”

“The result is the same. We become wraiths. We become the dead, or the not-so dead as we like to say,” she answered. “Wraiths can be so careless when leeching. But the process depends on the wraith who took you. Maddy said it was horrible. For years it fed from her, taking a little here and there, until it took too much and it killed her and…well, you know what happens after that.”

“She didn’t mention that part to me.”

“She only told Dusk and he told me. Maddy was adamant about keeping that part of her a secret.”

Faye looked down at the newly turned soil. “I’m so sorry, Salome.”

Salome pulled off her sunglasses and reached over to take Faye’s hand, “No, dear. It’s not your fault. There was nothing you could have done. I know how you must be feeling, but don’t you dare blame yourself for this. I know where that road leads.”

 Faye looked up into Salome’s warm and squinting eyes. There was no judgment, no blame. All she saw was a tender, caring spirit. It didn’t take away the guilt or the pain, but it made the guilt easier to bear.

WOW that’s a great excerpt. I loved meeting Faye and Maddy. Did you?

Let’s Meet Salome (the matriarch) this time.  She sounds like she maybe a laid back character that still has that air of respect.

Follow this link  http://bit.ly/35RVytH  to see a sneak peek into Salome’s Short Story on Isaiyan’s website where she will have a couple of chapters of Salome’s Short Story to read and if you like what you read you can download Salome’s Short Story for FREE (You read that correctly FREE) via a book funnel link. While You Are There Checking out Salome’s Story Grab Faye and Maddy’s. These characters are amazing. This trilogy is sure be the urban fantasy of 2020.