I hope the week is speeding by for all of you! I'm eagerly awaiting the arrival of Friday and the Rogers, Arkansas Indie Mash-Up event. I'll be there (along with forty other amazing Indie authors!) signing books, giving away swag,
And if you haven't gotten your tickets already, there is still time. Grab them at http://indieauthorevent.com.
But until then... how about a teaser from Stricken (The War Scrolls: Book One)? I'm really excited about how this story has come along, and cannot wait to share the entire journey with you. Soon, I hope! :)
"Do you ever wish you could forget
everything?" Aubrey asked Kaeden, popping her eyes open to look at him.
He leaned back against the wall beside
the desk, watching her.
"No," he said.
"Oh." She frowned.
"Have you ever read The Old Man
and the Sea?"
She nodded, setting the notepad and pen
aside.
"You remember how the old man always
dreamed of lions, how he wondered why they were the main things left?"
Aubrey nodded again.
"Memory is like that," he
said. "When you shut things out, the sense of kinship you feel to the
people in your life, to the places and things that were important to you begin
to fade away. Sometimes, you think the things left behind hurt less than what
you can't or won't remember, that the lions guard against the more painful
memories seething below the surface, but that's not always true." He met
her gaze, solemnity burning in the sky-blue depths of his eyes.
"Sometimes, the lions are the enemy."
"I mostly remember the stuff that
hurts," she whispered, rising from the bed. "The way my father looked
at me when he told me Aaron was dead. The way the fire twisted and charred the
porch swing." She shook her head a little to dislodge the painful memory. "I thought I could outrun those
memories. I thought that if I just ran far enough, fast enough, time would wash
them away, and it wouldn't hurt anymore, but I think I might have been wrong
because those bad memories are still there, and most of the time, I can't find
the good ones... The sound of my dad laughing, or the color of Aaron's eyes. The
smell of home. I never meant to forget those things."
Kaeden stepped forward, forcing her to
tilt her head back to look up at him. He still seemed so big to her. He still
overwhelmed her. But he didn't frighten her anymore.
"You look tired." She fought
the urge to lift her hand to touch his face.
"I am," he said, the corner of
his lips turning up in a half-smile.
"Oh."
He stared down at her, his half-smile
slipping. He looked at her then like he had earlier, before he'd kissed her. His
eyes swirled with a dizzying parade of emotion. She couldn't read them all, but
she understood enough. He felt as torn as she did.
"Will I remember you five years
from now?" she whispered, her heart aching with fear that she would forget
him like she had so much else, and with fear that she would remember him. That
she would survive this nightmare and he would haunt her for the rest of her
days.
"Do you want to remember me?" He
took another step in her direction.
"I don't know." She frowned, confused. "I feel safe with
you. I don't think I want to forget that."
xoxo,
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