As Maya perfects her Fire skills she finds there is more to being the Hand of Kali than just wielding Fire.
A surprising summons to Mount Kailas takes Maya on a journey to meet the Lord of the Hindu Pantheon – Lord Shiva himself. This time the God’s request may not be so easy to fulfill.
Maya and her friends must flee the demons and the ruthless killers on their trail to retrieve the golden bow of Lord Rama.
Can Maya get the bow back in time, and also save a certain demon king in the process?
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Normal people sneak out to a party and have fun. Maya Rao ends the evening by incinerating the guy who attacks her.Nik
Lucas, sexy, new in town and totally forbidden, happens to walk in on
her. Normal guys would run for the hills. Nik knows a whole lot more
than he’s telling.
Maya doesn’t believe the gods are real,
doesn’t waste her time with mere mythology. But when gods, demons and
hellhounds become the new normal and wielding fire becomes her new
skill, she must decide what it is she really believes.
Can Maya accept that normal is something she will never be because it isn’t normal to be …
The Hand of Kali.
new Paranormal coming of age series delving in the fantasy and magic of
Hindu mythology and its plethora of gods, demons, legends &
I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognize that reading
was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of
the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am
essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practice
given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers,
my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a
fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of
each others loves – it works wonderfully…
resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still
longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer
downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been
transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha,
beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly
inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever
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