Teaser Tuesday

Soul of Flame released last week to mass amounts of awesome!! (I don’t know how else to phrase it – so I guess that will do) When it released I challenged you all to leave your honest reviews – and boy did you deliver!! As a way to say thank you for all the AMAZING reviews (I think we are up to 155 on Amazon now) I am going to be writing you a Imdalind Novella as told through Thom and Wyn’s Point of Views!! I am so excited!! A title, cover, and release date will be forth coming… but until then, enjoy this little bit of a teaser…

The following is unedited and subject to change. All works copyright Rebecca Ethington and Imdalind Press

“Wynifred?” Thom’s voice drifted from behind me in a wall of worry that caused me to look up. I tried not to let it dig into me, tried not to let the deep concern that lined his face bring about the confusion that I had been fighting.
But it did anyway.
It did because it was the same calm face he always had, the same calm eyes that I had fallen in love with all those years ago. The look pulled at my heart, the broken shard so raw and jagged after loosing Talon, the shards trying so hard to place them selves back together, the emotion only growing the more that I was around him.
I bit my lips together in an attempt to keep the emotion inside and went back to digging through the dust covered boxes that I had hidden in the back of the room all those years ago, before I was caught, before I was marked and forgot everything.
“What are you looking for?” Thom tried again, the soft sound of his footsteps echoing around me as he moved closer.
“Her blanket.” I said simply knowing I didn’t have to elaborate.
Thom said nothing, I only heard the sharp intake of his breath before he walked beside me, walking right up to an old trunk that had been hidden in the back, the top lifting before he even reached it.
“I had the other one on my bed,” Thom said as he lifted the old blanket from the trunk the heavy woven fibers as bright as the day the travelers had given them to her. “To always keep her close. Keep you close.”
His voice was soft as it rolled into me, and I couldn’t help it, I collapsed into him, his arms wrapping around me as he covered us with the old blanket, wrapping the edges around us and trapping us together.
“I know it’s hard,” Thom whispered, “But I will help you through this.”
“I thought I had it all figured out, I knew who I was when I ran from Edmund, but now there are friends who don’t know who I am, and my heart feels torn in two.”
“Are you saying I need to find you something to kill?”
“Something like that.” I said, knowing it was closer to the truth than I wanted to admit.