Winter is here. Minus four this morning. My chicken mommys' are all snug with their heat lamp burning and their nest boxes full. Six eggs a day and counting. I love fresh eggs... The sun has peeped out behind the tall, bare branches and feeling it on my face through the window makes me realize, even its rays can't penetrate the freeze. I think the day is perfect for a full on writing spree. Even if my mind, an author's mind, is always on the in-between of things anyway. Focus. Focus is the most important thing we can do in life. I have a hard time focusing...because I always feel everything (author's mind again). My editor will be finishing up the final read through on Sandcastle Soldier and all I can do is sit here, chewin' on the end of my thumb, (a habit I've had since my very first crush in grade school) as I ponder focusing. As I ponder life. As I ponder the freezing cold and the warmth I can't seem to let go of. Below is a teaser for one of my books. It's Springtime in Hanging Rock, VA. And check out the picture closely. Happy Reads and stay warm....
<3, Elle Moon
"The Hallowed Heart" Fifth Chamber Series © Elle Moon /AD Press
I closed my eyes, placed a shaking hand over my heart, and lifted my foot to step into the darkness. I felt myself transitioning into their world, and I felt no true fear of it. All I could see was him- my heart.
Before my foot could touch the forest’s floor, I heard their hissing want. I felt the trees vibrating that ground as they descended to eat me…and I felt-
I flashed my eyes opened and nearly screamed as a white, strong hand covered my mouth. I wasn’t touching the ground, I wasn’t touching anything as he pulled me up against him and started to run back into the clearing and towards my Nana’s house. I peered over his shoulder though as the wind stung my face and the night sky kissed the back of my neck. The Militants’ were a black cloud of huddled bodies as they started to run after us. I closed my eyes as we passed by the old barn, to the back of my Nana’s property. The splitting boards and leaned in roof seemed ghost like in the rise of the moon. I made sure to divert my eyes from the rotting carcass with no head, that law sprawled and half eaten on the spring snow. I had watched him there...as he chewed on the eyes and skull. I had watched him, as my heart broke and my soul died. I watched my-
The rest was a blur as I counted backwards and shut my eyes furiously. When Abram settled me into the living room and slammed the teal door, he stood back in furious terror as he studied my face.
“What the hell were you doing?” he asked harshly, his mood mounting to uncontrollable. “What the hell were you thinking?” he raised his arms up before turning back and opening the door once more. “LOOK HALEY!” he demanded and I did as I was told.
I saw their faceless, black heads…heard their screams. I heard their moans and cries…and then I heard their silence as a new face walked out from among them.
“He waits for you,” Abram set his profile against the outdoor light of the moon. It lit the curves of his features in an eerie, white glow. Vampires…like nothing else in the world.
“Then let me go,” I said without feeling. “Let him have me. I am-!”
The door buckled against the frame as he shut it with the ease of one finger. It buckled and nearly split open down the middle, as Abram grabbed my face in his strong hands.
“You will not be that!” He spoke against my mouth as his clear eyes bore into mine. I watched as the veined black started to take over. “And I am about to prove it!” he hissed and was gone.
The door gaped again, as I stood blinded by the moment in terror and loss. As their screams started back up, I rushed to the opening as I held myself up against the jamb and watched dazed the scene before me.
Abram’s back to me, the Militants’ void profiles to me…and his most beautiful face, facing me. I held my eyes to him, to his face- the face of my best friend.
The face of Sawyer Colt.