“Provocative and fascinating” (The New York Times)
When one day crippled and half-blind Nemsa meets the alluring Xenthia, a mystifying Sky Whisperer, it becomes clear that her path lies far above and beyond all she is familiar with.
But, even with her true heritage revealed, how can her destiny be linked with that of the much older, immortal Sky Whisperer she grows fonder of by the day? What is expected of her? More so–how can frail Nemsa ever hope to stand up against the supremacy of a vengeful, ambitious Sun Whisperer?
Will the courage in her heart be enough?
Magic is at work, a fatal sickness is spreading among mortals and immortals alike, the sun is brutally beating down, and the fate of all hangs in the balance. And if Nemsa is to fulfil her destiny and save the world, she must find her way through it all . . .
Follow Nemsa and Xenthia in this Epic, Hopepunk, YA Interracial Lesbian Fantasy tale of courage, true love, redemption, and hope.
“SkyWhisperers by Natasja Hellenthal is really quite an original and unique story. What an adventure this book turned out to be!” ~ The Romantic Reader Blog
“A sparkling compelling story. It was original, inventive and very well written. There was a budding love story, jealousy, greed and power. All of this were captured in this story. I loved how the story unfolded, it was sometimes heart pounding. I can sincerely say it held me spellbound.” ~ Loek
“There are a lot of emotions displayed throughout this story. Love, jealousy, greed, power, confusion, and anger. They are played out magnificently. The story is compelling, original, and impossible to put down. The experiences described are believable and so are the characters. It is one of those books where you are rooting for good to overcome evil.” ~ Lorraine
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Targeted Age Group:: 16+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
It started as a story collaboration between another lesfic author and myself. I had so many ideas and saw the whole story develop, whereas the other author didn't have as much time, so she kindly let me write the novel I pictured coming out of it!
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I wanted a sort of anti-hero set in a dystopian world where something drastic had happened. That was Nemsa. I loved the idea of her trying to find out who she was and where she belonged as well as discovering all her powers.
Book Sample
All of my life, there had been no wind until she came. I had known only stale and fetid air––the dust only moved by the shuffling of my feet––so that when it started to swirl, I grew frightened.
I was alone upon a trail in the mountains leading back to my village, hiding my face in my robes. But upon that breeze came an unknown scent––clean and vibrant. I could smell it through the thin cotton. As my fear abated, I raised my head and sniffed the air. I experienced a sensation I never knew I missed.
That's when I see her. She comes down the path towards me; the stark blue of her robes standing out among the red rocks like a picture I had once seen. My mother called it a forget-me-not.
Her dark hair whips in the moving air obscuring her face; except for her eyes, radiating such a light blue they seemed almost clear. She stops a slight distance away from me and watches me for a few moments. She then raises her hand in greeting. As if in a trance and unable to do nothing less, I raise my own. I’m no longer frightened.
We approach one another, my steps timid, hers are sure. As the distance closes, I can see her features. She is beautiful. Full lips, high cheekbones, skin like alabaster, and small creases in the corners of her eyes as if from squinting or laughing, or both. She is neither young nor old, but timeless. A small smile is painted on her lips as if she knows me, but I’ve certainly never seen her in my life. I would surely have remembered such a rare beauty with skin so pallid, as I’d never observed such a thing before in my life. My kind is mostly either dark, or olive-skinned.
Suddenly, I am aware of my plain robes; white long ago. Although washed recently they are already reddish from the dust and, as always, threadbare. Even after a day the red dust would stain it, like it did with everything else. I glance at my walking stick, my bad leg and my old worn sandals, and grow conscious of the black eye-patch in front of my left eye in a way I’ve never experienced before. You see, the people in my village all know me and don’t notice it anymore. Hardly ever a traveller passes through our dusty scorched village at the edge of the mountains. And the sweating…I bathed this morning but I already smell myself, and feel new sweat drip down my lower back, and prickle under my arms.
Naturally, I grow embarrassed about my appearance in front of this majestic-looking lady. There is no doubt about it. This woman is of the Sky Whisperers we are told about all of our lives, but have never seen. Our parents speak of them in hushed voices, and I’m never sure if they are benevolent or evil.
She stopped a couple of feet away from me as if sensing it, her lovely smile widening slightly. Next thing I knew she reached out, slowly, holding up my chin and making me look into her eyes. It was unnerving and phenomenal all at once. My mouth felt dry. I didn’t dare to swallow as her fingers travelled slowly down my cheek. When she lowered her hand I shivered for the first time in my life.
‘There is no need to fear me,’ she stated in the most tranquil and pure voice I had ever heard. Very soft, almost a whisper though, as if she didn’t want anyone else hearing it, just me. She cast her eyes past me down the path in the direction of my village. I noticed a slight worry in those pale eyes. I strained my ears so I could hear what she said.
‘Forget everything you’ve ever heard about us, little one,’ she added with a small shake of her head, concern resonating in her voice. Her dark strands lifted in a sudden invisible wind and caressed her face and neck.
From the Planet Rayleon, Laciara cannot stop monitoring Earth’s demise. Her affinity for musician’s causes her to seek a way to save Earth from destruction. Her Twin Flame soul mate, Ansgar, is none too pleased with her involvement.
Meanwhile, back on Earth, Addie tries to find her place in Maine after her parent’s die. Life ain’t easy, especially when her crush on Ethan, a musician, causes turmoil.
Laciara, playing galactic matchmaker, unleashes her magic on the couple, but things don’t turn out quite as she planned.
A surprising turn of events draw Addie to her true Twin Flame soul mate, which proves love cannot be controlled. It is in the hands of the Universe.
Can Twin Flame power balance Earth’s vibrations, and make things right? More important, is Addie willing to leave everything and everyone on Earth behind to find out?
Targeted Age Group:: 16+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
After connecting with my own Twin Flame (and expecting it to go much differently than it did), I realized that you cannot control everything in life. Our union was not the romantic fireworks my romantic author brain had envisioned. Instead, our union was an explosion. Yes, much good did come from that partnership, but much chaos occurred as well. The explosion caused physical separation. Years later, once the aftermath of that explosion was cleaned up, and we did not have any contact with each other, I realized that we were not meant to be a romantic couple. We were meant to combine artistic forces to create. We were meant to bring artistic harmony to this chaotic planet.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
The characters in Twin Flame Flare-Up came to me. Once I set the initial stage, they all entered the scene one by one. My job was to follow them and record everything that happened.
Book Sample
The blue energy mass lifted Addie up, up, and up. The ceiling to her tiny home disappeared, becoming milky white vapor. Cold seeped into her very core, making her shiver. She did not freak out, although her mind told her she should. Her gut told her she would be fine. The internal battle continued until quite suddenly, all turmoil ceased. Mainly because her body turned to mist, or energy, or whatever it was.
The blue energy mass exploded into a rainbow, enveloped her completely, and whisked her away to somewhere or nowhere, she was not quite sure. Her former life became a distant memory, as she flew in, out, though, and around what she assumed was the universe.
In simple terms, the universe was like every photograph of the cosmos she had ever seen, only more intense. There was more color than she expected, with flashes of rainbow objects zipping this way and that. Although it was not totally silent, she was a bit unnerved by the lack of noise. The weightlessness made her feel at home, which surprised her. She had always considered herself a grounded person.
As the mist took her deeper and deeper into the universe and crossed through countless dimensions (via means she could not name), she passed endless planets. At times, a particular planet vibrated in such a way that she followed the oscillation, breaking through their atmosphere in formlessness. Her traveling companion allowed her to explore the planets, keeping her tethered. She circled them at light speed. Yet he never let her wander off.
Endless other presences passed them in deep space. Sometime their energy bodies blended in greeting. Whenever that happened, her traveling companion tightened around her.
They went deeper and deeper, her companion’s mass never leaving her, until quite suddenly there was a loud pop as they entered a black hole, or worm hole, or whatever it was. Slowly, her shape began to take form again.
She stood still to let the dizziness pass, and then investigated the face of her traveling companion. She thought Ansgar was handsome, but the man before her, who appeared to be a few years older than her—was stunning. He wore the same leather clothing as Ansgar, and there was a resemblance in the facial features, but the eyes were all Laciara. His brow furrowed as he stared at her, silver eyes penetrating. Drowsiness settled over her. She gave a yawn before gawking at their surroundings. They stood atop a mountain. Large animals moved in the grassy plains below. The sky, aside from puffy white clouds, was uninterrupted in every direction. A river wound its way out of view. She took a deep breath. The obscure word that came to mind was ‘heady’.
