I was where my heart held out hope that someday I would be
again.
It was the reason I never forgot him.
My heart had held onto him.
~ Rebecca Ethington, “Eyes
of Ember” Imdalind Series
In August, I’m participating in BlogHer’s
Blogging Challenge. The theme this month
is: Hot.
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eet Rebecca Ethington.
I first “met” Ms.
Ethington through “Eyes of Ember”, the first book in the Imdalind Series. You want
characters that leap off the page, crash through your heart and stay there,
read Imdalind. If I hadn’t been reading it
on my Kindle app, I might have thrown it across the room.
Sometimes I get
passionate about fictional people. And
your point is….?
Ms. Ethington writes
flawless prose. She made it on my short
list of indie YA writers because she has a talented editor. Y’all know how much poor grammar,
misspellings, and ignorance of vocabulary words makes me cringe, roll my eyes, and at times, stop me from finishing
a book.
Sacrilege, I know!
No fear of that with Ms. Ethington. And she’s done again. Her latest fictional baby, Through Glass, is due out September
20. If it has a hero as half as noble, loveable, and hot as Ilyan, I am sure to fall in love with Through Glass.
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Copyright
© 2013 Rebecca Ethington, All rights reserved.
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Everyone remembers the day the sky went black.
The day the sun was wiped from the sky. They remember the wind as it brought in the darkness; the way the earth shook and everything changed.Everyone remembered the screams as the darkness ate those who were out in the open, those who had surrounded themselves by light, and those who made noise.Everyone remembered the voice from the sky and the way food disappeared.At least, that’s what I hoped. I hoped that there was an ‘everyone’ that would remember because I am not sure how many are left, how many survived. Or if anyone did.I hoped that I wasn’t alone.I remembered that day.I remembered because it was the day I became alone.It was the day that everything was perfect until the monsters took it away. Then the house went silent and the birds stopped singing. It was the day when everyone disappeared, everyone except the boy, the only person I have seen in two years.
The boy I talk to through the glass.
Find it on Goodreads
Read the First chapter at www.rebeccaethington.com
Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela
Are you a
fan of Rebecca Ethington? Which
character touched your heart the most?
