Title: The Sphinx
Author: Jessica Cage
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Cover Designer: Cover By Design
Publicher: Caged Fantasies Publications
Publication Date: April 20th, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Some stories are told, others are not, the best ones are rewritten.
Stories are told of the sphinxâa monster with the head of a woman, the body of a lioness, the wings of an eagle, and a tail tipped with the head of a serpent. This beast was told to have been made to guard the entrance to the Greek city of Thebes. For each traveler to cross her path, a riddle was presented. If they could answer it correctly, access would be granted. What was her riddle?
âWhat is the creature that walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three in the evening?â The price to pay for answering the riddle incorrectly, which of course they all did, was not a simple denial of entry to Thebes. Instead of turning them away, the sphinx, monster that was, strangled them with her tail and devoured them whole.
The story goes that when it finally came to pass that someone could answer her riddle and the consecutive ones to follow, she committed suicide. What else was a girl to do? Some say she threw herself down from the high rocks and fell to her death, while others say that she devoured herself, subjecting herself to the same punishment she dished out to all those who had failed before, a talented feat.
However, the question remains ... what really happened to her?
Award winning and USA Today Bestselling author, Jessica Cage was born and raised in Chicago, IL. Writing has always been a passion for her. She dabbles in artistic creations of all sorts but at the end of the day, it's the pen that her hand itches to hold. Jessica had never considered following her dream to be a writer because she was told far too often "There is no money in writing." So she chose the path most often traveled. During pregnancy, she asked herself an important question. How would she be able to inspire her unborn son to follow his dreams and reach for the stars, if she never had the guts to do it herself? Jessica decided to take a risk and unleash the plethora of characters and their crazy adventurous worlds that had previously existed only in her mind, into the realm of readers. She did this with hopes to inspire not only her son but herself. Inviting the world to tag along on her journey to become the writer she has always wanted to be. She hopes to continue writing and bringing her signature Caged Fantasies to readers everywhere.
Buy Link: Amazon: https://amzn.to/2JXsZ3S
A back door sitting to the right off a dark alley gave them access to the training center. Once a thriving boxing facility, it now was used mostly for moms in yoga pants attempting their best at CrossFit. The gym was owned by the man who ran the orphanage Carter frequented. The allotment of free time, after hours, was his way of thanking Carter for his work at the orphanage.
âYou want to box?â Asa asked as she watched Carter head for the relic of the past that sat in the back corner. The ring obviously wasnât used often.
âI want to fight. Trust me, our enemies will not be in boxersâ stances.â
âThatâs true enough, but then again, they wonât exactly be trying to have hand-to-hand sparring matches either. These are powerful beings. What makes you think they would limit themselves in such a way?â
âI have no doubt that they will use every advantage available to them. That doesnât negate the fact that we will need to protect ourselves in every possible way that we can.â He jumped in the ring. âOur hands, our bodies, are one of those ways.â
âGreat, so show me your master plan to fend off a god when he comes at you.â She stood outside watching him warm up. Shadow boxing imaginary demons. His form was exact, his body strong, but then again, she already knew that.
âHow about you try me and see?â He stopped and held the ropes open, inviting her to join him.
âTry you? You think you can take me?â Carter was strong, but he had no idea what he was really up against. She climbed in the ring, refusing his assistance, and stood to face him. âWhere was all that back in Oikos?â she teased him.
âI was caught off guard. But please, tell me something.â He leaned in close, taunting her. âDo I look worried?â
âLetâs see what you got!â She pushed him and jumped back, landing in a crouched position.
Asa held back on her first attack. She pulled her punches and moved just fast enough to test his reflexes. The man was good, matching her move for move. She punched, he blocked. She kicked, he dodged. When she retreated from him, he kept on her. To give her space would be to give her momentum for a stronger attack.
âGood, youâre a quick study,â she complimented him, but before he could thank her, she quickened her speed, dropped to one knee and swept her leg out, and knocked his feet from under him. His back slammed against the floor of the ring. Quickly she was on top of him, but heâd recovered, blocked her, and knocked her away. Their fight grew with intensity as both tested the other and then challenged with more power, more force.
The energy changed when Asa ran for Carter who surprised her. On his wrist, what looked like a normal accessory, a poor choice for fashion, was a band. He tapped the side and it lit up and emitted a white light that wrapped around her legs lasso style and tripped her.
âWhat the hell was that? You have magic?â Asa pulled herself up. The fight was long from over, but the rules had definitely changed.
âAll of the hunters have these little accessories, talisman that transfer power to us. They were given to us to protect us. We want to keep the gods out, but we are no fools. Not every run is going to be a smooth one. Sometimes we have to fight to survive. And as you said, gods, even the weak ones, have no consideration for what is a fair game.â
âYouâre right. They donât. And neither do I!â She attacked again, this time she dodged the whip and landed a blow to his jaw. He bounced back, barely fazed, and came at her. This time it was her to issue the surprise as she used the magic of a forest nymph sheâd taken out and forced a blow of air into his chest. He fell into the corner of the ring gasping for air.
âI knew there was more to you than you let on,â he grunted as the pressure against his chest ceased.
âA girl has to have her secrets.â
The sparring continued, each switching between physical fighting and magical. The gym rang out with echoes of their fight. Unfortunately, Asa got swept away with energy from the fight. It had been a long time since sheâd fought a suitable opponent and Carter continued to prove himself as just that. She ducked back to dodge another blow from the whip and released a blow of her own that knocked him to the ground.
âHa!â She jumped around the ring, celebrating. âCome on, get up. I know you got more than that.â She danced around more, mimicking his earlier shadow boxing, but Carter didnât respond.
âCarter?â she called, sweat pouring from her brow. When he still didnât move, she ran to him and fell to her knees at his side. âOh, shit, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to. I just â¦ I just â¦â
His breaths were there, barely, shallow and struggling. She lifted his head and listened. âPlease, donât die. You canât.â There was no one around, no one to help and he was slipping. How could she have been so reckless? There was no choice. She couldnât let Carter die. Knowing full well the risk that she would take in preventing his death, she laid him flat on the ground. On her knees, next to his body she began the chant, one learned a long time ago, one that would drain her, but she would survive, and she couldnât let him die. MilÃste sti zoÃ, ypochorÃste apÃ³ to thÃ¡nato. EpistrÃ©pste sto fos, antikroÃºste ti nÃ½chta. She repeated the words again and again until she could feel the life returning to his body.
Carter opened his eyes. The center of his chest stung as his lungs filled with air, but the sensation was not long lasting. What the hell happened? he thought to himself. The familiar odor of sweat infused wood and the worn leather of boxing bags registered with him; the gym, theyâd gone to the gym. He remembered what happened. The sparring, the excitement, the look in her eyes as she finally let herself go. He had gotten through to her, and she let her guard down. Yeah, it took trying to kill each other, but it had worked. The action of combat was exactly what she needed, complete abandonment of logic and fear. Sheâd almost killed him. He lifted his hand to his chest. Hell, he thought sheâd succeeded, but the pain continued to subside with each breath.
Movement to lift his head from the ground caused a wave of dizziness, and he paused, waiting for it to pass for fear of fainting. He felt better, but apparently, he wasnât at 100% quite yet. To steady himself he leaned on his elbow and turned his head just enough to get a view of Asa. She was laying just a few feet away from him. Did he manage to get a shot off?
âOkay, I didnât mean for us to literally try to kill one another, or to come so close to succeeding.â He chuckled as he started to shift from the floor. âHow bad did I get you? I donât even remember getting a shot off.â Sitting upright, he rested his elbows on his knees. A wave of motion sickness passed slowly as he waited for her response, but it didnât come. âAsa?â
Asaâs body remained motionless, unresponsive to the sound of her name echoing through the gym. He shook off the remaining effects of his vertigo and made it over to her. âAsa?â He lifted her head and examined her. She was okay, breathing steady, but for whatever reason, she was completely out of it. âWhat the hell happened? What did you do?â