We have 20 days people…. 20 days…
That clock keeps ticking down and I sure hope you guys are getting excited!
I’m excited!!
Since its’ Tuesday I thought I would share the love and give the last long teaser until release day.. so I hope you like it.
All text copyright Imdalind Press and Rebecca Ethington – The following is unedited and subject to change.
I scowled at Wyn as she stared at me, her eyes softening bit by bit until she groaned and set her glass down on the table, her fingers soft against the condensed surface as she looked into it, as her breathing slowed.
I wanted to help her, the way that she had me. But I was suddenly beginning to wonder if, instead, I had only caused her more pain.
“I felt the same way. I feel the same way.” She said softly, her focus still on the glass that the tips of her fingers ran over, the soft touch leaving glistening trails over the surface. “But it’s half. One half gone and the other half confused as to whether I ever felt that way in the first place. As to which love was real, or if either of them were.”
I stood still as I watched her fingers on the glass, waiting for her to continue, to make sense of the small insight she had granted me. But she never did, she just looked down, her magic ebbing until I couldn’t feel it in the air around me before. She brought it into her as she broke apart, a feeling I knew all too well.
“Is that why you tore apart your room?” I asked, my soft voice sounding strangely loud in the broken pieces of her heart that the room had trapped around us.
“I don’t know where I fit anymore.” Wyn said, her focus on the ancient bottle that sat on the table.
“Without Talon?” I asked, my tongue tripping over his name, fully aware he had been the elephant in the room until I let it slip from my tongue.
Sure enough her body tensed, her eyes darting to look away from me to the door on the other side of the room, almost as if she expected Thom and Ilyan to burst through, but they hadn’t moved from where they stopped in the hall since I had last felt them.
I could see the pain she still held from her loss in the way she held her body, the sadness and confusion that hid behind her eyes. I wished I could take that loss away, I wished I could make her feel like she wasn’t alone.
The hardest part was that I knew I could. I could take away her pain. I wanted to.
I just wished that she didn’t hate what I had to say.
“I can still feel his magic inside of you, you know.” I said, careful to speak slowly as I tested the waters for what I had to tell her. “Deep down.”
“You can?” she asked, her eyes widening with that deep desperation that rocked through me, sending my heart into a flutter.
I nodded, keeping my eyes on hers begging her to understand, to know I was telling the truth. “You do fit.”
It all started with a birthday present: a little book I wrote for my grandfather, helped along by a little bit of performing experience and a whole lot of love. It has since evolved. Get to know the woman behind the words. 
