First of all, I would like
to thank Amy for allowing me to visit her blog.
This is only my second posting, so I am still searching for ways to
express my thoughts. That said, I have
really enjoyed doing the blog tour and reading up on the other Hydra authors
who participated.
Amy asked who, if anyone, I
saw as my hero and why. Traditionally,
the hero of the book would be the leading man who sweeps in and saves the
heroine from a fate worse than death. In
my book, Dearly Departed while the leading man is intriguing, it is the
heroine that saves the day. The hero has
been lead into a different existence, a world that lingers just outside of our
consciousness, a world of endings and spirits.
The heroine finds him and must figure out what has happened to him and
what must be done to bring him back to his true life. While he is the one with the special gift,
she is the one who saves him from what could truly be an eternal sleep.
Dearly Departed
Grave Reminders Series
I
returned to the cemetery as the darkness moved in. I sat by the stone on the cool
ground, feeling the damp of the earth soaking into the seat of my jeans. Eli came just as the sun
melted behind the trees, vaulting over the stone wall, but walking directly to
me instead of taking his usual route. He had known I was waiting there. I controlled myself with an effort, keeping
my eyes on him and away from the stone.
"You knew," I said
softly, my voice sounding rusty in the quiet.
"You knew I was here."
"Yes, I just felt it. And I know why you were here. It just came in my head, and I knew I needed
to be here. I am so sorry for lying to
you about my name. I knew you would be
furious, but I needed a name."
I felt my throat close and stood
slowly, every suspicion being fulfilled in his words. "Why couldn't you have just given me
your name?"
He sighed and slid down next to
me, his legs folding neatly under him.
"I don't have a name to give you."
I know I looked
disbelieving. My face had always been
easy to read. The furious words that I
had rehearsed in my head seemed to catch in my throat.
"Thea, I don't remember my
name."
I shook my head numbly and
clamored to my feet. I wanted to refuse
him, to ignore him and call him a liar and march away from him in a
self-righteous huff. As I stood, looking
down on his pale face, my anger passed and I wanted to cry. "What is going on?" I asked softly.
He stood as well, both of us
standing in the shadow of my home. He
looked at me in the darkness, his features harder to see now that I was looking
up at him.
"I can't tell you what is
going on. I wish that I could. And I am hoping that soon I will understand
so I can tell you. But for now, I just
don't want you to give up on me."
He bent closer, his hand cupping my cheek. He hesitated a moment, the green gold of his
eyes catching the light. His lips met
mine, firm and warm and real. I could
feel his breath. I could smell his
skin. I knew that he was there, holding
me. But when he pulled away, he
immediately backed away a few steps, his expression unreadable. "I think I have to go." One long
fingered hand swept to his forehead and he winced. "I think someone is
here."
I fearfully looked away from
him, my eyes scanning the rows of stones, the monuments. It was still, even the wind frozen into
submission. I looked around in confusion and shook my head. When I turned back toward where he had been
standing, he was gone. Just gone.
The second in this series from Grave Reminders will continue the story of my characters from Dearly
Departed. I hope to explore a little
further the line between here and there, the life and the afterlife.
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