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Thanks for letting me post on It’s Raining Books today! Here’s the inside scoop: 5 things you may or may not want to know about little old me.
First of all, I’ve turned into somewhat of a health nut as I’ve aged. When I was young I could have cared less about eating a healthy diet. Somewhere along the way I changed. If you walk into my kitchen today, you will find cultured foods. No, they don’t wear fancy clothes, diamonds or pearls. I mean you will find foods that are sitting in cozy little corners lacto-fermenting away, such as yogurt, kefir, and sauerkraut.
When I’m not growing yeasts and bacteria cultures in my kitchen, I also like to make jewelry. I don’t mean the standard jewelry store types of jewelry; I like statement pieces. My statement pieces can be quite bold, leaving me to wonder: Now, what can I wear that with?
In the winter I usually get in the mood to crochet. I don’t mean like my grandmother’s crochet. I like mixing colors and doing something a little out of the ordinary, like the asymmetrical scarf I’ve almost finished. All it needs to be finished are the bobbles for decoration. Bobble making is boring though, so I’m dragging my feet.
Here is a quirky thing about me: I think with my hands. I also talk with my hands but that is not out of the ordinary. No, I had to take it up a notch and begin thinking with my hands. If you see me wildly gesturing in the air, I could be swatting at mosquitos, or I could be thinking quite hard about something.
One last thing, I developed a horrible fear of water over the years. My nightmares consist of large bodies of water that I need to cross or flooding in general. This fear is so strong that I am determined to overcome it. My swimming skills are not great, so I’ve recently started improving them. Maybe it’s working because I haven’t had a water nightmare in a long time. Now when I have a nightmare, I dream about railroad tracks and fast moving trains. I’m not sure how to curb a fear of getting hit by a train. Drive back and forth across the tracks? I’ll have to give that some thought.
She and Severin have settled into some semblance of a normal life, living in rural North America with their two kids, Connor and Kaie. Their neighbors would never suspect that they are anything more than a typical family.
Aside from keeping their true identity a secret, everything seems to be going well for the small family.
Until their twelve year old daughter, Kaie, goes missing.
Are monsters ever afraid of the dark?
When Kaie awakens from a prolonged sleep, she is no longer a child, and she is no longer in familiar surroundings. In a realm where no sunlight penetrates the dark cloud layers, a place called The Forbidding awaits. Echoes of madness surround her. Something lurking in the Belows warn of her doom. Legend holds that whatever is born or brought into the Belows must remain there.
Kaie vows to find a way to return to her family, but first she must learn to face her darkest fear, if she is ever to escape from the darkness below.
Enjoy an excerpt:
Here it was, her childhood nightmare in the flesh. Cold dark flesh. It thrashed back and forth, screaming so loudly that Kaie felt like her eardrums would burst. She held onto the sting blade and felt it sink deeper into the specter’s flesh. It ripped downward into muscle and tendons, tearing as she slipped farther down into its throat.
Down she went into the beast’s stomach. She was greeted by a numbing cold that crept upwards from her feet, making its way throughout her body, into her arms and hands, making it hard to hold onto the blade. She flexed her arms and felt the blade continue to slice into the creature’s stomach.
She wasn’t alone. The denizens of its stomach sprang to action at the bidding of their master. They were trying to pry the blade out of her hands. Their touch was freezing cold. She felt her hands slip on the hilt. They clawed and shrieked at her in anger. She fought back with her banshee fire and some of them responded by recoiling. With a thought directed at them she flung the nearest ones away and regained her grasp on the sting blade.
She was so tired. Something told her if she would simply let go, she would slip into a cold oblivion, be free from all pain and suffering, free…
No, it was a lie. With the remaining strength she had, she plunged the blade deeper and she saw it, pulsing away steadily. The creature’s heart was a deep, dark chasm…but it pulsed, pumping great blasts of cold with each beat of its heart.
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