The Heretic's Child

The Heretic's Child

Throughout history, a long-lived race known as Rememberers has existed alongside the human race. Created to collect the memories of dying humans and preserve them, Rememberers use the information to counsel the human race and help them avoid the mistakes of their past. Rememberers are overseen by a single woman, the Cybele.For 25,000 years, a succession of Cybeles guided the human race towards peace and prosperity and then, two thousand years ago, the Cybeles began meeting with untimely ends. Rememberers can still collect human memories but without the Cybele, they are unable to use the information to counsel the human race. The result has been a horrific increase in chaos and war.In 1783, a Rememberer named Emma is born. Her mother warns that the child is in danger but dies before giving a name to the menace.Destined to become the next Cybele, Emma must discover who is killing the Cybeles or become the next fatality! The Heretic's Child's Awards:2017 Gold Medal--1st Place Winner of AUTHORSdb's Book Cover Contest - The Heretic's Child eBook Edition2017 Gold Medal--Certificate Winner of Read My Mind, The Blogger Magazine's Best Book Cover Design - The Heretic's Child eBook Edition2018 Semi-Finalist--Golden Quill Award Contest from Golden Box Book Publishing - The Heretic's Child2018 Finalist--Reader's Choice Awards from Golden Box Book Publishing - The Heretic's Child In a world   where everything changes at breakneck speed,  people's attention is drawn from one tragic event in the news to the next. This numbed forgetfulness engendered a response in me and I felt a need to express the importance of remembering. In 1984, I lost three members of my family to a drunk driver. Over the intervening years, I have learned one thing: the only way those we love can continue to live on is by sharing our memories of them. This idea became the basis for "The Heretic's Child." A world with the same historical events as our own, but the reasons behind the history have changed. Welcome to the world of the Rememberers. The tear trickled down my cheek. I decided I'd let it go wherever it wished. They deserved that. At the very least, they deserved my tear. Of course, they deserved much more, but being what we are, we're never remembered. It's ironic, really. After all, we remembered them, but no one remembered us. Well, I'm the exception. I remembered them all. After all, that's why I was here. The wind whipped along the burnt ground and the ashes got into everything. I could feel them stick to my tear and turn it to mud. The city was devoid of the normal noises, dogs barking, children playing, birds chirping. All gone. Everything was grey or black or brown. It seemed as if everything had taken on the quality of a daguerreotype. I wondered how long it would take for the humans to make their lists of the dead and mourned the fact that Moira and Samuel wouldn't be remembered. I sighed and turned away. Time to go. Time to work. Time to remember. Nyasia A. Maire began reading at an early age and has never stopped. Writing is one of her greatest passions, an extension of her love of words. Her favorite genres are science fiction, horror, and fantasy. Her hobbies include photography, hiking, and all things computer. Nyasia lives in Studio City, California with her daughter, two cats, and all of the characters she imagines into being.   Visit Nyasia at: nyasia9.wixsite.com/nyasiamaire