Novel and Short Story Excerpts

A thousand tears of slaughter rained down on us, arrows bending the whims of fate and stealing all life in their path. Screams of the fallen, everywhere. The men of Al-Rasheed advanced upon us.
- When Kings Fall (novel)

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I had always known that once gone, my son would remain gone for good. The Stavros family was untouchable, so powerful and manipulative, they could easily have gotten away with murder. I know this, because they got away with the murder of my heart.
- Goodbye, Innocence (short story)

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She put a finger to my lips, then kissed me again, this time deeply, and with a burning sweetness that established her empire over my heart. The kiss lasted but a few seconds, yet it felt eternal. When she backed away, the coolness that breezed onto my lips left a sudden void in my chest. She had not only stolen my breath, but the very means to breathe.
- The Midnight Czar (short story)

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The falling darkness brought with it a resplendent life that lit up the estate like the palace of a Tsar. A hundred glowing windows peered into the night as the laughter of guests washed down the cliffside.
- Wishbringer (short story)

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She hummed a song of love as she sighed in front of her crude bedroom mirror. She looked around and felt sudden shame of her surroundings. The bed, a relic passed down from generation to generation, was so old, its wood having faded over the decades. The paint on the walls had flaked off here and there, and the floor tiles had deteriorated and cracked in several parts of the room. How she wished he would not visit every room of the house, for if he entered her bedroom, she was afraid he would peer inside her soul and see how old and worn she really was, how unworthy of his noble attention.
- When Kings Fall

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She didn’t even pack, as if to better deliver the proverbial message of a woman clinging to selfish youth and refusing motherhood a chance. In the space of ten breaths she looked inside the house one last time, absorbing the sight of familiar trinkets, the picture frames in the living room, and the toy trucks laying on their sides from a playful night before. Then, she closed her eyes and when they opened again she stood, poetically transposed, on the other side of our front door. This was how I pictured mother had abandoned me.
- Goodbye, Innocence

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We were just children back then. How small the world seemed, and all of its problems, dispersed in the wake of our laughter. How insignificant it all seemed in the eyes of youth. We were but children in the bosom of love, in this cold village set like a gem of frost in the hilt of passion.
- Goodbye, Innocence

 

All characters and situations appearing in these novel and short story excerpts by Rashad Pharaon are fictitious. Any resemblance or similarity to real events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.