Today, I have young adult, fantasy author Crystal Crichlow on my blog with an excerpt of her novel, Winter Rose.
Excerpt
I stood in the cold, dark forest, watching and waiting for any hint that I wasn’t dreaming. I had to be dreaming. The ground was green, the trees, the moss covered rocks; this was an alien planet. Everything was so peaceful and quiet. I had forgotten what it was like to not have a sea of white all around me. Standing ahead of me were two intertwined oak trees covered with moss and roses. It was beautiful, mystical. It felt like love and magic.
“Winter,” cold air carried the voice through the trees in a rainbow colored pattern. They swirled in the air in circular waves, caressing my face. I shivered as the wind picked up ferociously, tousling my hair and rustling the leaves all around. I looked frantically through the blackness of the dense forest, trying to locate the direction this mysterious voice was coming from. There was something beautiful about the way my name was whispered. It made me feel all fuzzy inside. The voice whispered my name again and again until the intertwined oak trees opened up with a loud crackling sound, a bright light shone through the darkness and an angel stepped out. He was tall, dark and very beautiful. His face was perfectly symmetrical, with two dimples the size of quarters, but his eyes…his eyes were a fiery black color that pierced through my body and burned the very pit of my stomach. I should have been frightened, every limb and bone in my body told me to run away, but I felt a pull that was more than emotional. It was physical; like something tugged on my heart with such intensity that it impelled…no, dragged me towards it. I felt like I knew him, like I wanted him and as I got closer my breath caught in my throat. My body jerked as he shoved his ghost-like hand in my chest. There was no pain, no fear as he pulled his hand out with a triumphant smile. He held something in his hand, at first I couldn’t see what it was. I looked closely through the mist that had suddenly clouded my vision. The angel had taken my heart. He smiled at me lovingly and walked away, back into the dark trees.
About the Author
Crystal Crichlow is a young adult, fantasy writer. When she isn’t writing, Crystal enjoys watching reality T.V, and reading books about zombies. She has one published novel with Solstice Publishing called, Winter Rose and two other books in the works. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her family and two cats; Cee Cee and Socks. Visit her website for more information.
Winter Rose can be purchased from Solstice Publishing and Amazon.
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