Another Tuesday is upon us – which means its time for another teaser. I hope you are ready…. today we are going into the darkness of Alexis’s world in Through Glass (Release Date Sept. 20th 2013). Through Glass is book one in the Glass Series. I hope you enjoy it.
All works are unedited and subject to change – Copyright Rebecca Ethington 2013
I slammed the door behind me, not caring if I made any sound, and fell to my knees. My breath came in sharp spurts as my heart beat wildly through my chest, everything inside of me prickling in awareness. I could just make out the call of my death through the door, the sound growing louder as the creatures followed me.
I didn’t have much time.
I swung the backpack from my back, my finger fiddling with the zipper before I was able to open it, dumping all the contents onto the dirty carpet I sat on.
Clothes, pictures, and packets of food came tumbling out before the one thing I was looking for flew out and rolled away from me.
I lunged for it in my panic, my fingers scrambling through the mess that lingered on the floor of the decimated house until I found it. I wrapped my fingers around the tiny lighter just as the click of talons from somewhere in the house met my ears, the sound just audible behind the high pitched squeal of the creatures that were intent on ending me. Ice trailed through my veins as I heard the click of the talons inside of the house, my stomach tightening as it threatened to turn itself out. I gasped as I clung to the lighter, the small orange box cold and awkward in my fingers.
Click.
It was coming.
I needed something to light on fire. I turned on the spot, my hand trailing across the dirty floor as I dragged papers and who knows what else into a pile before me.
Click.
The screaming of the monster increased, the fear in my chest tightening as my finger moved over the sharp little wheel of the lighter.
Click.
I could hear the thing right on the other side of the door, I could feel the screech vibrate through me as the monster clicked its massive talons against the wood that was now the only thing separating me from it. I glanced up at the door, my breathing erratic as I tried to focus, as I tried to not let the fear take over.
Over and over my finger flew over the sharp wheel of the lighter, pressing again and again as only bright little sparks erupted from its tip. I fought the urge to scream, to grab the rail and fight the things that were on the other side of the door. But I wouldn’t win, not against two. Light was now my only option.
Click.
The click of the creature’s talons on the knob.
Sparks from the lighter.
Click.
The turn of the knob.
Sparks from the lighter.
Click.
The creak of a door.
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. 
