Broken Rainbow

by Angela N. Hunt

Sabine Parsons is out for blood.

Unable to put herself back out into the Cold and escape the intelligence fraternity, she has lost too much, too fast, and all because of the Lodge of the Midnight Sun. Pressing forward with their demented plans for world destruction, what the Lodge doesn’t know is that they’ve pissed off the one person who might have a chance of stopping them, once and for all, if she’s willing to sacrifice the one thing she has left that is her very own.

Her life.

With Dream and waking prophecies fulfilling faster than anyone can deal with them, Sabine has to bend all of her skills and preternatural abilities to solve the riddle of the Grail tablets and her father’s final equations. Equations that are the key to both saving the World, and ending it. With her best friend, Ari Doran, at her side, she is now at the forefront of the clandestine war between the intelligence agencies of the world and the Lodge of the Midnight Sun.

And in the end, Sabine’s ultimate sacrifice may not prevail.

413 pages, Kindle Edition

First published March 5, 2012

About the author

Trite as it is to start this way, but I was born in Livermore, CA, five miles outside the fence of the Lawrence Livermore Radiation Laboratory, where my father was a Physicist Technician under
Dr. Richard Feynman. Yeah. That Dr. Feynman.

I was an only child growing up, but I didn't stay that way. When I got older, I both discovered and aqcuired two sisters, but I'm still the youngest. Don't ask me how I managed that.

Physicist though he was, my father was also a photographer and a poet. I had to laugh at him when he wondered why I ended up as a creative and not as a physicist, when my earliest memories are of going through all the slides he took when he was in Korea.

I wrote my first story when I was 5 and it was about a telepathic horse and her girl.

My first camera was a Kodak Instamatic that I stole from my mother's desk drawer when I was 12. I bought my first Pentax K1000 when I was 14 and haven't looked back since.

At 15, I began painting.

I've picked up arts the way some people pick up bad habits, and for much the same reason: the deep satisfaction of them.

I haven't gone to school for any of it. They're just in me. I've learned technique from other professionals and other creatives, wherever I can find it, hell, off the graffitti I see in downtown LA.

Tell me your secrets.