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Debra Mullins introduced readers to the world of the Truthseers in Prodigal Son. Now the story of the lost Atlanteans continues in Heart of Stone.Darius Montana is a Seer. With his gift of empathy, he can see into the hearts of others, both human and Atlantean. When his family comes into possession of one of the legendary power stones of Atlantis, Darius is sent to find the Stone Singer.Faith Karaluros is the last Stone Singer. Manipulated all her life for her rare ability, she is widowed after her husband tried to steal her power for the Mendukati, an extremist group that hunts Seers. Faith wants nothing more than to stay out of this war when Darius comes to find her—just in time to rescue her from being kidnapped. Faith goes with Darius, determined to do the job and be on her way with the money that can set her up where no one can find her again.
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(from website) I hate writing bios. They always seem so cut and dried. But you came to my website to learn more about me, so here goes. I'm the oldest of four sisters, and we are full-blooded Irish on our father's side. Oh, and our house had one bathroom. If you have any questions about where I got my flair for drama, just imagine that scenario on a Saturday night when four teen-aged girls need to get ready for their dates all at the same time. 'Nuff said. So, I am the writer in the family, though I always had a secret dream to be a torch singer. You know, like Michelle Pfeiffer in The Fabulous Baker Boys. My voice is OK, but the only place I feel comfortable singing is in the shower, so that was out. Besides, my sister Kate would kill me. She's the singer in the family. Seriously, she sang at Carnegie Hall once (yeah, as part of a choir and with the orchestra and a bunch of other people, but Carnegie Hall! How many people can say that and be telling the truth?) Anyway, I settled on writer and left the singing to Kate. My other two sisters are both artists, and no, they don't have anything in the Louvre, but my sister Christine paints her house constantly, always changing the décor in her kids' rooms. So you see? Creative impetus will out, and there's no stopping it. Better to just give in and have the chocolate standing by for those moments of Artistic Frustration. After giving up my torch singer aspirations (but before I fully accepted that I am A Writer) I gave serious thought to a practical career. The term "starving artist" was not conceived out of whimsy, you know, and I did have a fondness for food and shelter. So, soon after high school, I considered a career as a simultaneous interpreter for the UN.I heard you giggle. Yes, I did. So let me clarify by adding that I have a gift for languages and had already taken several years of Spanish, French and Italian by the time I graduated high school, AND I had done the exchange thing in France, where I lived for a summer with a family, speaking nothing but French. So there.Ahem. Anyway, in order to be a simultaneous interpreter, you need to know five languages. I had four under my belt (since I do know grammar and punctuation, I consider English the fourth language) . I just had to learn one more language.But that never happened. I chose True Love over College, then got married and started a family young.Yes, you can laugh now.Anyway, years pass. I gave in to my natural tendency to be a storyteller and started working on the one thing I had ever finished - a hand-written, 100 page "novel" about a Spanish pirate that I had completed in junior high. As an adult, I still felt there was a story there. That novel evolved into my first published work, ONCE A MISTRESS (Written in English, though my pirate does say cool Spanish words like mi amor and mi querida. Sigh. Swoon!) In 1996, ONCE A MISTRESS was a finalist in the prestigious Golden He