Mother of Darkwaters: Book one of the Vessel series Read Online Free PDF

This fountain showcases a female angel with crystal clear water spewing from her mouth.
       Frank sits on an oak-wood finished rocking chair placed cater-corner on the open porch’s right side. The tall man gets up to meet the ladies as they approach. Martha parks the silver Mercedes Benz in front of the house on the circle drive. It is the part of the drive that wraps around the backside of the statuesque water fountain.
       The two ladies both get out of the car and head towards the stairs leading to the porch. Martha kisses Frank on the left cheek and hands him the car keys. The older gentleman returns the kiss with one of his own. Frank, however, aims for Martha's full luscious lips. He keeps it simple and omits the tongue for the sake of his granddaughter.
       The man gets into the car so he can park it into the three-car garage adjoined to the right side of the house. As he pulls off, Martha turns her focus onto her granddaughter,
       “Come with me. I have something to show you.”
      
       Julianna follows her grandmother through the entry hall and into the room where everyone had come to support her yesterday. The entry's ceiling is high, but it cannot hold a candle against the sixteen-foot ceiling covering the room in which she now stands.
       The teen glances over at the chair where she first began not feeling like herself. By her count, this strange happening has occurred a minimum of four times.
       After the chair incident, Julia had felt weird while looking at herself in the mirror before her shower. Then, when she awoke this morning, her grams was the one who pulled her out of this weirdness by knocking on her bedroom door. And again, she felt odd, when the Lady Lanecia first looked into her eyes.
     
       “Julia, this way,” Martha directs. The girl looks over to see her grams opening a door which opposes the kitchen entry area. She follows Martha through the opening. In front of her, a long hall is adorned with electric candles aligning each wall down their length. Spaced about eight feet apart, each candle holder’s design mimics an old English candelabra set into niches within each wall, respectively.
       The teen follows Martha down to the end of the hall. Her grams stops in front of two very large redwood doors. Julia notices strange carvings within their wood. She doesn't recognize any of the symbols, but secretly admires the intricate beauty. It seems a lot of care and effort went into their artistic design.
       Martha reaches into her blouse and pulls out a silver key strung onto a necklace. The woman removes the large key and slips it into a lock that covers the open seam of the two doors. A key box opens up to reveal a series of symbols within a single row. Martha expertly pushes the correct sequence. Both doors open inwardly. Julia hears a click as the two doors seat themselves into their awaiting clasps.
       Martha notices Julianna's intrigued facial expression. She smiles, “Come on. I think you're going to like this place.”
     
       The teenager follows her grams across the threshold of the doorway. A massive room appears when Martha illuminates it with the flick of a switch.
       “Whoa,” Julia utters in awe. The speechless girl tries to find her words, “I - it is so beautiful.” She attempts to take in everything, but there is too much to behold within such a short time span.
       “What is this place, grams?”
       “I thought you might like it,” Martha confirms more to herself than to Julianna, “This library has been in our family for many generations.”
       The older woman takes a few steps forward, “Some of these books are thousands of years old. Over the years our family has been tasked with making copies in order to preserve the originals. The older texts, we keep inside of airtight glass. But there are copies within the main part of this library.”
       Julia joins her grandmother as she continues walking. Directly in front of her is