Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Cover Reveal for "Nissa" by Bethany Lopez!

Cover Reveal of Nissa: a contemporary fairy tale
by Bethany Lopez
This is a YA Contemporary Fantasy:
At 900 years old, Nissa is finally ready to follow her mother's path and become the best Fairy Godmother she can. She’s not thrilled when her first assignment turns out to be a teenage human girl with self-esteem issues, but she knows she has to start somewhere. Her assignment has dealt with bullies since her freshman year and they haven’t let up. If Nissa can’t help her regain her self-confidence her future is bleak. To complicate matters Nissa experiences all the signs that she's met the being fated for her. This impossibility distracts her from her purpose. After all, fairies and humans aren't meant for each other. How can her heart believe otherwise? Can Nissa successfully complete her first assignment as a Fairy Godmother? Will the fates allow Nissa and Levi to be together? And even if they do, will Levi believe Nissa once she reveals the truth?
And now... here's the AMAZING cover from b design:
Isn't it beautiful?
You can add Nissa on GoodReads.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Cover Reveal for "Ageless Sea" by M.R. Polish

I want everyone to take a look at this awesome cover and keep it in mind for April! I don't often see covers that so accurately reflect the story, but holy Hera this one accomplishes that and so much more.

I'm especially excited about this cover because I am the editor for the book. I've read Ageless Sea and it is fantastic. All y'all who know me, know I don't often rave about a book, so you know I mean it when I say this one kept me thoroughly entertained.

Check out the cover and blurb below!

Note from the author:
As you know I am pretty excited about this book. Writing it made me very happy and there are lots of smiles and laughs that reflect that. At least I smile or laugh. Anyway.... I am very excited to share with you the very beautiful cover that the very talented Jenny Laatsch made for me. ~ M.R. Polish


Promo Pic:

In a world of magic, myths are real, and legends come to life. Banished for a crime she didn’t commit, Karis must learn to live her life alone.

After many years, one man is strong enough to survive the cursed barrier that keeps her from leaving the island. She needs him so she can return to her world, to change the wrongs against her, and save her people from the evil threatening to rule them.

With him by her side, she feels the loneliness slip away, only to have love take its place. The weather was clear and the day was young. Brady never thought twice when he took off in his plane. Surviving the crash onto the secluded island was only the beginning.

He didn’t have his memories, only pieces of his childhood that remained with him. Nothing that gave him a reason to believe he was different. He soon learns that everything he thought were just myths, was in reality only worlds away. Karis shows him a new life—one where he fights beside her and calls her his. Life. Love. Death.

Every day their love grows deeper, but can they survive the evil hunting them?

(Blurb is subject to change for the paperback version.)

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Cover Reveal for "Silent Orchids" by Morgan Wylie

I'm soooo EXCITED to be able to share the cover of Morgan Wylie's novel Silent Orchids, book one in The Age of Alandria series!!!!! The cover design was the collaborative genius of Phatpuppy Art and The Bookish Brunette.

A dying realm.

The ancient evil of the Droch-ShĂșil has been unleashed.

The Orchids have been silenced… but for how long?

Daegan, elite of the Ferrishyn warrior tribe of Faeries, is charged with a mission to find the Sol-lumieth, a mysterious new power that could change the fate of all in the realm of Alandria. But he is conflicted by his purpose, and he cannot trust the motives of those he serves. He has too many questions and they must be answered.

Kaeleigh, a girl abandoned as a small child just outside Missoula, Montana, is now 18. She is trying to discover who she is and where she belongs. In her heart, she feels she has family out there… somewhere. Desperate to unravel the mysteries of her past, she embarks on a journey that will forever change her along with her two best friends, Finn and Chel—who have secrets of their own.

Morgan Wylie has been writing on and off throughout her growing up years, but started seriously working on her first novel in the Spring of 2009. 7 months pregnant with her first child, she didn't start off with a lot of focused writing time. But Morgan had an epiphany, if you will, and the story flashed before her so she began to write. And she’s still writing. Her debut Young Adult fantasy, SILENT ORCHIDS, will be out this summer.

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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Cover Reveal for "Dreamscape" by Christie Rich

Looking for a new book that takes you into an incredible fantasy world? Check out Dreamscape by Christie Rich!

This summer will see the release of Dreamscape, but today you can view the beautiful cover and read a blurb that's sure to have you looking forward to summertime.

And now, check out this incredible cover!

Synopsis for Dreamscape

Every night before Amelia falls asleep she makes a wish to dream of him – the man who calls her to their beautiful private oasis, her sanctuary where she is free of her greedy landlord’s threats. But tonight, he will not call Amelia to him. Tonight, another man will step into her world to claim her. Tonight, Amelia’s shattering reality will crumble - and disappear into the Dreamscape…along with her freedom.

When Amelia dreams tonight, her nightmare becomes her new world where Seth is her captor and anything is possible…except escape. Seth needs Amelia to break the curse that binds him to the Dreamscape. He must convince her that she was made to free him, that she was made to join him.

For if he fails, he will never escape his prison, and he will lose Earth to the Netherworld where the evil Erobos wait to consume the human realm and everything in it. If he fails, Seth will lose the one thing that matters to him: Amelia.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

The Whisper Legacy Continues

Now that Into the Shadow Realm is completed and released, I wanted to share what's coming next in the series. After all, Whisper's story may be over, but that doesn't mean there aren't still more to tell!

Whisper has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I've always known her, and always wanted to give her a story worthy of her character. It took until 2010 to discover that story, and it took three full novels to tell the entire tale.

But in telling her story, others came to be as well.

Some of these stories involve Whisper, others not at all. But that is all part of the fun. In joining Whisper throughout her journey, I hope readers have come to love the characters that have helped her along the way, or otherwise played a part in her quest to save Cole, battle the Raven-Eater, declare war on the Great Spirit, and save her loved one from the shadow realm.

So, what's coming next?

I've said since the beginning that The Whisper Legacy is a four-book series. However, Whisper's story was told in three. So, what happened to the fourth book? It hasn't been forgotten! The fourth Whisper book will take readers back to the beginning to tell two stories - how Sun Eagle became the Raven-Eater, and how Whisper came to be in Smoke Speaker's care. This will be a prequel of sorts, exploring the invasion of white settlers on native land as well as the journey into the Land of the Dead that birthed the Raven-Eater.

For those who have read up through Into the Shadow Realm, you will have been introduced to a wealth of characters who make up the Sky Vault. And if you're anything like me, you want to know more about them. The first spinoff novel from The Whisper Legacy will focus on Father Moon. His nightly escapades, his fallout with Sun Woman...and his future with the Girl Who Climbed to the Sky.

There are many more characters with their own stories, and for now I'm letting them build in my head. Stay tuned for more details on what you'll see from The Whisper Legacy!

Saturday, March 9, 2013

A Look into "Wolf Spell" by M.R. Polish

I am excited to present a different kind of blog post - a  literary blooper reel! The following is a look into Wolf Spell by M.R. Polish. I am currently editing her latest novel and I must say, it's quite the page turner, so I can promise this one is too!

Sorry for the wonky formatting. I had to change the background text color in order to make some of the images show up. It took me an embarrassingly long time to figure out why they wouldn't originally show black images don't appear on a black background....           

Wolf Spell Bloopers! With the tour for Wolf Spell getting ready to kick off, I thought we (Ian, Es, Jarak and myself) could let you in on some of the fun and not so fun moments writing Wolf Spell. We had a lot of outtakes, bloopers and deleted scenes. Some of them we swore to never speak of again, but for the purpose of entertainment we have agreed to divulge a couple!

          Deleted Scene
The day was gloomy with white snow clouds hovering over the little town of Elko. I looked out my window to watch as a flock of blackbirds swooped low past my house. I hit another block. Well, I wouldn't call it a block, more of a disagreement with my character. Seriously, why does Es have to be so complicated and stubborn? I already told her I didn't want to go there and she ups and does it anyway. Now she thinks she can awaken the witches before book two? Why does she do this to me?
          I stare at my computer screen, watching as the curser blinks like its mocking me. The following is a deleted scene that I promised Es would never make it in the book…

          Ian grabbed the stake and forcefully pushed it in my hand. I wasn't ready for this. What if something happens and I make the curse worse instead of better?
          "You'll need it incase a breed gets through the spell." His eyes were hard set on me, making me want to shrink back.
          Where was Jarak? Shouldn't he be here with me instead of Ian? My heart pounded hard and I could hear my pulse in my ears. I didn't really want Ian to leave, I didn't want Jarak to be the one with me. What was my problem? I shook my head and took a step back, needing some breathing room so I could think clearer.
          I shoved the stake back into his hand. "I don't need it."
          "What the hell Es!" His total change in attitude bewildered me. I didn't know what was wrong.
          He held up his hand… The same one I put the stake in. Only I hadn't realized how much strength I used and the it was sticking out, completely embedded in his palm. I gasped and went to reach out for him. "Oh my gosh, I am soooo sorry. Let me help."
          He pulled it out with a groan deep in his throat.  "No, you've done enough."
          I wanted to cry, that wasn't supposed to happen. Um, M.R. can we start this scene over? Or better yet, can we just delete it altogether? I don't want to relive this. I'm so humiliated. I can't believe I did that.

          Blooper from page 127 - chapter 10

          Wimpy witch my ass, all the week's frustrations I had pent up churned inside me. I'd show him. The sprout grew about an inch and blossoms formed into tiny leaves, letting me know I'd made a connection with it.
          He used his hands to beckon me. "Come on, I have all night for you to make me moan."
          I busted out laughing. "Moan? I thought your line was; I have all night for you to make me whine. " I sauntered closer to him, overly swinging my hips to play with him. "But, I can make you whimper and moan if you'd like."
          "Ah crap. I can't believe I said that." He rubbed his hands over his face.
          "Maybe deep down you really want something else," I continued to tease him. It was too easy. Not that I wouldn't mind doing that with him instead of training, but it was fun to see him frustrated.
          He threw his head back. "M.R. Can we start that over?"
          I laughed. "I agree, I think Jarak here needs to regroup so he doesn't moan."

          Words that made life interesting while writing Wolf Spell….

          Lightening…. Should be lightning… Um ya, sorry about that!

          Dessert… you guessed it, it should be desert… stupid homophones!
          Effect and affect… seriously? Who decided on this crap when making the English language? Where they affected by the stupid mushroom they were smoking? GRRRRR…..

          Blonde VS. Blond … really? Who cares! He/she has freaking yellow hair! LOL

          Had been…. Okay, I can't go there without crying right now.

          Really, like, very and have… those words follow me everywhere…. I really don't understand. I have to use them or nothing comes out the way I like. I had a very hard time with it. Okay, not really, but I wanted to use those words very bad! LOL

Thank you for letting me vent a little about the writing of Wolf Spell…  I hope you had fun laughing at a couple of my experiences and like the book. (trust me there were plenty more!) So far book two is even more interesting and the scenes have been deleted many times!
You are awesome,
M.r. Polish

Wolf Spell
M.R. Polish
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With a death starts a new beginning...

Eighteen-year-old Esmerelda thinks she's just a normal girl, but all of that changes the day of her mom's funeral, when a warlock, intent on using her special powers, kidnaps her. Powers she didn't know existed. Thrown in the middle of a magical battle, Es struggles to learn her magic while fleeing both vampires and warlocks, at the same time, hunting for the witches that can help defeat her adversary. The only problem is that they are dead.

Thankfully, she has the help of Jarak-her Guardian-who quickly captures her heart, but she wonders if she can win his? Just when she thinks Jarak is the one for her, Ian appears with daggers drawn to save Es from a vampire attack. Ian is cocky and rude, but there is something magnetic about him-something that attracts her to him. With her heart torn between two men, she faces the foes that are out for her blood. 

Can Es do the unthinkable and awaken them from their graves before time runs out?

Where can you find Wolf Spell? 

Saturday, March 2, 2013

"Into the Shadow Realm" Cover Reveal & Teaser

I'm excited to reveal the cover for Into the Shadow Realm. It seems like forever since I continued with Whisper's story, so I can't wait for everyone to see what happens next in her journey in this third installment.

I wanted to take a different approach to the cover than my other two books. For this cover, I envisioned something that fit more of the fantasy elements that are found within the text while still inspiring a sense of trepidation as Whisper faces her most perilous quest yet. Plus, this book takes place in a world never known to any culture or people, and so I wanted to have a little fun and find the dangerous landscape that tells readers something intense is about to happen.

And now, the cover and teaser!

Cover Art by Stephanie Mooney (Website)


Destiny. Adventure. Redemption. Legend.

She destroyed the Raven-Eater and declared war on the Great Spirit. Now, Whisper must embrace her dark destiny yet again, traveling deep into the shadow world to right the wrongs committed by her own hand. In a place where strength and hope do not exist, her every power and belief will be tested, reminding her of the lover she left behind – and the child she abandoned.

In her absence, her enemies thrive. Sun Woman seeks revenge on the living realm. Creator's servant seeks to destroy the heir to the Land of the Dead. And the third rises from the dead while luring Whisper closer to her own destruction.

Into the Shadow Realm takes readers on Whisper’s final quest through the shadows to reveal her path – and the sacrifices she must make to save the ones she loves. In Book Three of The Whisper Legacy, author Kristina Circelli weaves figures of Whisper’s past into stories that tell her future, completing her journey of warfare, power, and self-discovery.

Teaser, Chapter One:

The air was silent, trees rising tall without a single sway, not even the birds daring to chatter as the hunt began. Mother Sun shone down warmly, glittering upon a river clouded with churned-up muck that hid all creatures lurking beneath the waters.

Upon the surface of that river was a raft, one made of carefully carved and sanded wood tied together by thick vines and interwoven with bits of bark. A figure stood on the raft, her hands clutching a second vine tied into a loop at the end and loosely wrapped around both wrists. That warrior, known to her land as Whisper, as Kanegv, as the half-breed, stood perfectly still, her black eyes scanning the water, waiting for a ripple. Her hands were tense, ready and waiting as she took in a deep breath, positioning herself for the attack when she saw the slightest movement in front of her raft.

The long-established leader of the Land of the Dead leapt high into the air as a roar sounded and a scaled beast hurled itself out of the water, aiming for her legs. It sailed across the raft, the spikes on its long back glinting beneath the sun and its razor-edged teeth snapping for flesh. But Whisper held no fear for the creature; she was the half-breed, indestructible by man or beast or spirit.

Whisper spun mid-air as her hands released the looped end of the vine, catching the being by the top jaw as it splashed back into the water. She landed on the raft with a heavy thud, quickly wrapping the vine around her wrists a second time and pulling tight. Her face was a portrait of steadiness and determination as the vine went taut and the raft was dragged across the water. She locked her feet in the small wraps she had secured on the raft, continuing to tug on the vine as the creature pulled her further down the river.

            Suddenly, the vine went slack and the raft floated gently among small lapping waves. Whisper paused, searching to her sides for any sign of the creature. She barely breathed as she peered over the edges of the wood, listening to the whispered voices traveling up from the deepest depths of the river. Somewhere within her souls she felt a light resonation, a recognition, a unity with the spirits of the water as they helped her catch her prey. But then those voices went silent, and so she pulled her feet from their straps and stepped to the edge of the raft, half-expecting to see jagged teeth snap up at her from the darkness.

            Before realizing why her ears were met with such silence, before she could react to the sudden flash of silver, Whisper was yanked from the raft. She splashed into the water, her wrists wrapped in the vines as she glared through the water to the creature in front of her. All she could see was the end of its long, fur-coated tail and flashes of scales glinting in rays of sunlight, and she knew it would be a long chase unless she went for the kill.

            The river pushed against her as she surfaced long enough to gather her bearings. She slammed herself back beneath the water, her long, dark, braided hair flowing past her shoulders as she crawled up the vine, making her way closer to the creature.

            Flashes of gold nearly blinded her, colors bouncing off the sun and threatening to consume her. But Whisper knew these waters, and she knew this beast. This was Ukenta, and they had fought this battle many times.

            She reached the end of the vine then, just behind the long, curled horns atop Ukenta’s head. Whisper grabbed hold of that horn with one hand, and lifted her prized bone-handled knife with the other.

            The beast roared in pain when the knife came down, rising from the water and slamming back down with a force that nearly shook Whisper from her stance. Lean muscle rippled in her arms as she fought to keep her hold, digging deeper with the blade. It was a wound that would not kill, only injure and slow the creature down as she fought to win the heart that her own so greatly desired. Crimson blood surrounded them both, thickening the water.

            But then, just when she thought Ukenta was relenting, she felt the change in its body a second too late and was thrust away, her hand slipping from the knife handle. Whisper was launched high out of the water, landing solidly in the river on her back. Before she could regain her senses, the beast whipped around, its spiked tail lashing out and connecting with her thigh. Despite herself, Whisper released an angry, guttural scream of pain and channeled the power within her throughout the water. The pulse of power radiated from her core, water rising high and splashing about the shore, but it was too late.

            Ukenta was gone.

            Beaten but not defeated, Whisper returned home to the Fire Tower atop Eagle, one of her few trusted companions. As directed, Eagle brought his leader to the rooftop, where she leapt from his back and landed clumsily, her injured leg buckling.

            Strong hands caught her before she could fall to the hard stone rooftop. Whisper knew those hands, knew the feel of them against her flesh, and allowed herself to be pulled close and inspected. Already the wound was starting to heal, flesh folding over itself and blood scabbing around the edges, but that wouldn’t stop her mate from fussing over her.

            “He cut deeper this time,” Hunting Hawk stated as he inspected the injury. “How many more wounds must you endure before calling off this hunt?”

            “As many as it takes.” Whisper pushed herself off him and limped for the stone stairwell leading to their chambers. It was a long walk, blood trailing behind as the wound pulsed with each step. Only when she was secure in her room did she let Hunting Hawk cut off the material surrounding the gash and clean away the blood and bits of ragged flesh. “I touched Ukenta this time, Hunting Hawk. I felt his horns, his scales. My blade is buried in his neck. He is injured.”

            “And it only took how many years?” His deep, commanding voice was full of scorn, a tone that had Whisper scowling and yanking her leg from his grasp. Before she could give an answer, one that she was not happy to provide, the door to their chambers opened and a third figure stepped through the threshold.

            “You are injured?” the small voice asked, timid yet strong.

            Whisper held out a hand and the child, a girl nearly on the brink of maturity, crept into the room and over to her guardians. The girl placed her hand in Whisper’s, eyes wide when her fingers touched the edge of the wound. “It is already healing, Anya. Do you feel it?”

            The child called Anya marveled over the touch, the sensation of power pulsing through flesh. She did feel it, something she had never known herself and that no other being would know either, a magic that healed itself with heat and fire.

            Whisper watched the girl observe the lesion, which was slowly closing in on itself. In her native world, Anya would have seen seven changes of the seasons, but that was a world she had known for but a single moment in time before she was taken from her true mother’s arms and brought to The Land of the Dead. It had taken Whisper many battles, and cost her many sacrifices, to call the child her own. The Great War between the half-breed and Creator was fought over the child, sparked by the Great Spirit’s choice to take the Elder Smoke Speaker into his own realm and ended with Whisper’s decision to give up her claim on her grandfather. In doing so, she secured the child for herself, and that decision, even including the resulting deaths of Anya’s true parents, was not one she ever regretted.

            Anya had grown up in the Fire Tower, nurtured by Whisper and Hunting Hawk, taught the ways of their people. She was shown all parts of the kingdom that would one day be her own. She aged faster in the spirit realms than in the Land of the Living, perhaps by a great magic bestowed upon her by Creator, to age quicker and, in turn, rise to the throne sooner. She now had the maturity of a girl nearly thirteen, and Whisper had stayed true to word with the Great Spirit, together forming a future leader who would be just, intelligent, and strong. The girl was not a Speaker, as was Whisper and her grandfather, the Elder Smoke Speaker, but she had the potential to be a strong Dreamer, and to bring great things to their land.

            But Whisper saw something else in the girl, something she hoped would develop with each passing season in the Land of the Dead. Many, many moons ago she had told Creator that a child of the Spirit World could never lead the Land of the Dead, and she’d meant it. What she hadn’t told him, though, was that no matter what child he chose, no matter where the child came from, the Land of the Dead was too powerful a place to allow the light to reign.

            When Anya reached maturity, and when the spell Whisper had formed took hold to keep her youthful for the duration of her reign, the girl would be a ruler worthy of the darkness. Already her eyes were taking on that hint of deep, haunting unknowingness, tucked away behind the child-like innocence Anya still fought to hold on to. Already her voice had the air of authority, able to sound menacing yet sweet, honest yet deceitful.

            Whisper was training her well, in more ways than one.

Friday, March 1, 2013

"Sweet Oblivion" by Bailey Ardisone

Today I'm excited to tell y'all about Sweet Oblivion by Bailey Ardisone (published December 30th, 2012). Below is a sneak peak at the book, along with links to where you can buy a copy and author contact information. Take a look!


Have you ever wanted to forget? Nariella Woodlinn has. Many times. Especially when her already frustrating life gets turned upside down by a mysterious boy who randomly shows up in her small town and she can’t seem to understand anything about him, despite how much she tries.

Nari hates everything about her life except for her best friend Rydan, but now that they’ve been separated during their senior year of high school, she has to learn to make new friends without him. When strange unexplainable phenomenons start becoming an every day part of her life, Nari struggles to come to grips with reality. And with love.

Naminé has responsibilities. Duties. It is her obligation to fulfill all that is asked of her by their King. But when a glimmer of hope is introduced to her by a prisoner she tends to and it means life or death for her and her people, she does all that she can to turn that hope into reality and finally end the vicious war that has been ensuing since she was born. Even if that means keeping it secret from her King. Even if it means carrying out the biggest betrayal against the King ever seen during her time.
She has hope. She will fulfill her duty. She will not let her people down.

Unexpected love. Friendship. Secrets. And loss. Sometimes all you want to do is drown into Sweet Oblivion.


A single tear sneaks down my cheek. I am too scared to move to wipe it from my face so I let it slip down and land on Teddy. His soft fur soaks it up and I hug him tighter.

Teddy was my best friend. He was not just a toy, he was my Teddy Bear. We had been through a lot together. He was all I had, I was all he had, and it was my duty to protect him. We protected each other, isn’t that what friends were for?

When I looked into his eyes I could see his love for me, his desire to protect me. He was more than just a stuffed bear, he was Teddy; My Teddy.

I dare not open my eyes for I know I am surrounded by darkness, but if it’s dark maybe he won’t be able to find me. I had crawled to my closet, trying not to make a single sound. I quietly shut the door and scoot back as far as I can. Quickly, I tug my baby blue Care Bears nightgown over my knees, and as I stroke Teddy’s fur I whisper in his ear, “It will be alright Teddy, don’t be afraid,” as my voice quivers at the end.

I was terrified, but I had to be brave for Teddy. I wouldn’t let him see how scared I was.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway near my door makes my eyes clench tighter. I pray that he won’t come in the room but will just ignore me and forget I am here.

Suddenly, a loud crash like glass shattering in pieces makes me jump. I hear his disturbing laughter and he mumbles something but I can’t make out any words from his stumbling slur.

All of a sudden it goes quiet. I open my eyes against the darkness and hug Teddy tighter to my chest so that he can’t see the terror on my face.

The door of my room opens and thick hard footsteps on my wood floor cause me to tremble. Instantly those footsteps come closer to the closet door. I shut my eyes real tight and pretend that I am not here. I am somewhere else, somewhere warm, safe, far away from here.

The handle turns and the closet door opens slowly. It felt like hours sitting there, clutching Teddy like it would be my last.

Reluctantly I open my eyes and look up to see the dark brown eyes of the person who now neglected, hated, and emotionally tortured me over a mistake that changed both our lives forever.

But what I see in his eyes terrifies me more than anything had ever in the past. My eyes widen and I suddenly feel a gut wrenching terror when I realize that he wasn’t looking at me.

He was looking at Teddy.

“NO!!!!!!!!” I scream as I clutch Teddy even tighter.

“Give me that stupid bear,” he drunkenly slurred. He ripped Teddy from my arms and I kicked his shin as hard as I could. I had to save Teddy. He trusted me, only me. I couldn’t let the monster take him.

“Stupid little brat,” he says as he grabs my arm tight, shoves me back in the closet and slams the door.

I grab my arm which now throbs from being held so tight, and as I land on the floor pools of tears huddle in my eyes. I feel so sad and start to tremble. “Teddy?” I struggle to get out. But Teddy’s not there. It’s just me all alone…again.

* * * * * * *

As the overwhelming feeling of loss and sorrow came crashing down on me, it was enough to slowly stir my sleeping consciousness awake. I didn’t have to open my eyes. I knew I was just having the same nightmare I always have. In fact, instead of opening my eyes from the remembered fear, I closed them tighter and clutched my chest, while I balled my blanket up in my fist, burying my tear soaked cheeks.

I’m awake now, it’s over, and I waited for the left over feelings from that traumatizing day that haunted my memories to subside. It was a long time ago. I’ve grown up now. It’s silly for me to still be mourning the loss of that darn teddy bear. But still, every night, I relive that awful day in my dreams and wake up back as that helpless eight year old girl on her birthday. Eventually, I come to my senses and realize it’s been over nine years since that day; I’m not that little girl anymore. But even still, it never fails to feel so real.

It was more than just the loss of a simple teddy bear.

Much, much more.

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