Excerpt: Eye of the Falcon by Dale Mayer
Psychic Visions Book 12
As a young girl, Issa, bonded with her pet falcon was the lookout for her father’s smuggling operation in Ireland. After everything blew up one night and her father and brothers were killed, her mother brought her to America to start over.
Immigrating was hard, but eventually she grew up and pursued a career in environmental sciences and continued to follow her passion for falconry. But she doesn't find the same special bond with another falcon. Until one fateful day when her world explodes again…
Eagle, a former military pilot, has retired to his small ranch outside of Denver, Colorado where he runs a rescue center for raptors in need. One falcon is acting irrationally. Eagle's only recourse is to euthanize him, but the falcon rips free. Although injured so badly he shouldn't be able to fly, the falcon disappears into the skies.
The next night the falcon returns with a beautiful but seriously injured young woman in tow… carrying a message of death and destruction for the both of them…
Issa McGuire’s heart was sick as she took a last look around her mother’s apartment, saying goodbye to the space that would soon be empty once Goodwill came to pick up the boxes. Walking out into the night, she could hardly believe the little bit she’d seen.
Among other belongings she’d chosen to keep, there’d been a keepsake box and another full of papers. She’d taken a peek but had found some of the information shocking. Surely the extensive criminal activities listed inside the folder had to be wrong. She knew he was a smuggler but that had been a way of life. The other charges…well, that made no sense. There had to be something to clarify all that had gone so wrong. She couldn’t trust her own memories and wasn’t at all sure she could trust the papers found in her mother’s belongings either. Some things just didn’t add up.
Back in her vehicle, jammed full of her mother’s life, she hurriedly got into the driver’s seat and slowly drove toward her small cabin.
And away from the remnants of that part of her life.
After years of the cement city, she couldn’t do it anymore. She had died a little every day she was forced to exist without the space and sky that was secondary to her soul. Such an elemental thing, but to her it was the priority. She’d made it through school, she’d made it through her degrees. And now she was beholden to no one.
Except for the birds. They were part of her soul.
At the turn off of the road she slowed for the corner and bounced hard, wishing there had been more money so she could’ve filled the pothole and done a better clean up of the driveway. Not cleaning up too much. She certainly didn’t want to pour cement or asphalt down. Maybe a layer of gravel for the tires to grab in winter. All she wanted was a little more ease of living. But without it being too modern.
Her cabin showing up in the headlights of her car, she could hear the birds already crying to her. Humbug, the snowy owl who’d crawled inside her heart and made a place for himself, sat on the corner of the cabin staring at her.
Roash, the beautiful falcon she’d found in the field sat on a fence post – he too waiting for her. She knew the Golden Eagle would be around somewhere. Tinier than the others of his kind, a little more damaged than the others, the one who needed her just as much, Gillian, the tiny Saw-whet owl wouldn’t be far away.
Leaving the vehicle on for the headlights to shine to the front door, she quickly moved to the cabin and back to the car until it was unloaded.
Then she locked up the four-wheel-drive suburban station wagon and rushed inside. It might be summertime, but once the sun went down it didn’t matter where you were in this area, a chill settled in. Inside she lit the woodstove and put on the teakettle. She had electricity but used it sparingly, choosing instead to use kerosene lamps. She wasn’t against some modern conveniences, but she didn’t appreciate the monthly bills that came her way. Until she had a regular paycheck, she had to find and save the pennies wherever she could.
So far she had yet to find anything of her mother’s worth selling, and she hadn’t figured out where her mother’s bank accounts were. She’d unloaded the big box of paperwork hoping the information would be in there. Along with the answers she needed on her father’s criminal activities. But she didn’t want to look inside, she couldn’t bear it. Not right now.
Not with the grief of losing not only her only living relative, but her mother. They’d had a complicated relationship but when it came down to it, she’d been family. She wanted to keep the little bit of fantasy about her father for as long as possible. Not that she had much in the way of illusions. It was hard enough to face the reality of losing her mother. How could a woman only fifty-four have a heart attack and die while Issa was at the university? To come home and find her in her own apartment like that. She shook her head, tears never far from the surface, once again rising.
Dale Mayer is a prolific multi-published writer. She's best known for her Psychic Visions series. Besides her romantic suspense/thrillers, Dale also writes paranormal romance and crossover young adult books in several different genres. To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series . All her books are available in print format as well.