I am kind of in love with Tuesdays now… I don’t know why… I think it maybe because I have so many AMAZING projects in the works and I am so excited to share all of them with you. Because… you know… my brain is all sorts of crazy – and maybe a little bit awesome.
A little bit.
Anyway… For today’s Tuesday Teaser I would like to share a piece from my next to be released full sized novel (in fact if I can keep it under 200k it may be a miracle)
Of River and Raynn – The Catalyst
The usual warnings: All following is unedited and subject to change. All works copyright Rebecca Ethington and Imdalind Press – All right reserved.
The scream ripped from my throat as I tried to push the burn out from under my skin, but it stayed solid, the haunting light of the room shifting from red to yellow. The large metal door smashed open, a stream of white orderly’s flooding the space. Their faces blended together, the same woman coming in two or three times, making me wonder if she was really there, and what I was really seeing.
Rough hands pulled the long white hospital gown up as I continued to fight against the straps, as I fought against the hands that where everywhere, pushing prodding, touching, searching. I looked away from the wavering face of the nurse, her face multiplying into the others, into more people that were shaking and bending as I looked at them.
My head swam at the ocean of faces, the scream that tore its way out of my throat only growing at the pale face that looked back at me from behind the crowd, her blond hair woven around the shards of ice she wore as a crown, her green eyes smiling as she watched my struggle.
I tried to stop the scream, but it only came harder, my body fighting against the restraints.
I was dreaming.
I must still be dreaming.
“Where is he,” the pale woman hissed. Her voice was all I seemed to be able to hear over my scream. “Where is the Catalyst?”
I tried to move past the dream, let the scream follow me into reality. Let the tall woman fade into nothing. But she stayed, her white silken gown flowing around the room like smoke through the people that surrounded me.
“Go away!” My voice shook as I screamed, my body writhing and seizing in fear, in my mad need to get away from the eyes of the woman, the hands of the people.
“You can’t have him!”
A sharp stab moved into my skin just above my hip, a warm numbness radiating from the spot until my body stopped moving of its own accord. Even though I still begged my mind to fight, screamed at my body to move. Nothing happened. I tried to fight, I tried to scream, but my body didn’t answer, my soul plunging deep into my heart until I felt like I was dead, my eyes still focused on the white ladies face.
“Where is he?” she growled, my body numb and unresponsive as I watched her.
“Ffion.” Her name hissed out of me, my overly large tongue stumbling over the word.
Her eyes widened as I spoke her name aloud, the heavy drugs causing me to say a name I rarely uttered. The hatred behind her eyes bored into me until the dream broke and she drifted back into my subconscious, the white smoke of her dress fading into the red skies that still kissed the ceiling.
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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. 
