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About The Book:
Eighteen-year-old Brenna Whit is entering college as a freshman and starting to meet new people, but she hides a dark secret. Because of an accident that happened three years ago, her spirit wanders the Fade whenever she falls asleep. It's something she wants to keep hidden from the world, but when she sees someone watching her in spirit form, she fears the secret's out. With new friends, possibly new enemies, school, and a new crush, Brenna has too much to worry about for just her freshman year of college.
Now on to the excerpt!
PART 1
FIRST SEMESTER
1
THE ACCIDENT HAPPENED three years ago and afterwards… life was never
the same. In school I had been a social butterfly; now I was a social outcast.
A few people still made an effort to talk to me, but most stayed away. They knew
better; they knew something had changed the day I died. Everyone could feel it—and it frightened
them. I couldn’t blame them. It scared me too.
The day I died was the day I stopped dreaming. Everything seemed to
bother me before: social dramas, dating, my sister stealing my books, but it
didn’t matter as much anymore. The day I died was the day I started to live
with the dead.
I like to think I was a modern-day zombie with some vampire qualities.
During the day, I was your typical human girl: average height, average looks,
chestnut hair, and brown eyes. The girl next door on every street. Average, yet
seeping with sarcasm. A personality trait my mother did not enjoy. Then at
night, I would sleep and wake to find myself somewhere else—on the spiritual
plane, or the Fade, whatever it was called – walking amongst
the dead. And just like the living, the spirits ignored me as well. An oddity
to be feared and pushed aside on any plane of existence. I guess people are all
the same, no matter what plane of existence, no matter the time, and no matter
the day.
And today was the “first day of the rest of my life,” the day I move
into college. Yes, I sensed the irony. It might have even been the fresh start
I was hoping for, as long as my sarcasm didn’t rear its ugly head. Chances were
slim. If I were lucky, my roommate wouldn’t be crazy, or notice just how nuts I
was.
“Brenna, give me a couple more boxes,” my dad grunted, swiping a hand
through his short graying hair. “Why does this building have to have so many
damn stairs?”
“It’s not like I chose to live on the fourth floor of the dorm—and we could have
taken the elevator, you know…” I blew my shaggy
side-swept bangs out of my eyes as I hoisted a heavy box onto my shoulder; I
should have taken mom up on that haircut….
“And wait for 30 minutes each trip? No thank you. Your mother is going
to be enough of a basket case as it is. Helen! The door, please?” he yelled.
My mom quickly opened the door revealing a room—my room—already crammed
with junk. Luckily for us, my roommate hadn’t arrived yet, so stuffing the room
with boxes wasn’t that big of a deal. Since that was the last of everything in
the car, I began the long process of unpacking and staked out the bed on the
right-hand side of the room. First come, first serve, right?
A little over an hour later – with my parents’ help – all of my clothes were put away and my TV was hooked
up. When Dad let out a telltale sigh, I knew he was ready to leave.
“Mom, you and dad head on home, I can finish all of this.” I told them.
A flicker of worry crossed her face. “It’s your first time living away
from home. Are you sure you’re going to be all right?”
“I’ll be fine, Mom, besides, you’re only two hours away,” I reassured
her.
Dad came up beside her and nodded. “She’ll do great. I’m sure
Nephesburg College will suit her just fine. It’s a small school —what could happen
in this sleepy little town?”
“Famous last words, hon.” Mom flashed me a smile and rolled her eyes in
an attempt to hide the emotions so plainly written across her face.
Dad shook his head and pulled out a small wad of bills. “Just so you’ll
have some spare cash—don’t spend it all on
booze.”
I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to remind Dad that he knew me
better than that, but before I could, a short and very tan girl walked in.
“Are you Brenna?” She asked as she pulled her sunglasses off.
“Yeah, I guess you’re Erica?” I understood right away we wouldn’t be
spending that
much time together. She was dressed in what one might call
conspicuously top label clothing and had that “California air” about her. The
black, tightly curled hair and spray-tanned skin sealed the deal. She smacked
her glossy pink lips together and surveyed the room with excitement in her baby
blue eyes.
“Oh my God, how exciting is this? I’ve finally met my roommate and I
finally get to move out of my house! Yes! Yes, I am Erica Belmont!” She bounced
up and down at the end of her proclamation. My dad’s eyebrows climbed further
into his hairline than I thought was possible.
As if on cue, a tall blonde woman walked in behind her. “Erica, you are
far too loud. I could hear you all the way down the hall.” Erica just rolled
her eyes and bounced out of the room. While my mother chatted with the woman—who introduced
herself as Erica’s mother—my dad and I
exchanged looks. His eyes, wide with exasperation, spoke more volumes than the
textbooks piled up beside the bed. This year was going to be interesting.
After a few minutes of eavesdropping on their conversation, I learned
that Erica was, unsurprisingly, easily excitable and, as I had already guessed,
originally from California. She’d already met a lot of people on campus and
knew where to go to hang out with some other kids, which excited my mom. I knew
she wanted me to meet new people so that college wouldn’t be a high school
repeat. Chances were low.
Suddenly everyone was gone, leaving us—the two new
college students—alone to get to know each other. It seemed
as though Erica wanted me to know everything about her, and not the other way
around. I just pretended to listen while I finished unpacking. I was pretty
sure I saw her breathe only six times during her entire thirty-minute
information regurgitation. I learned that when her dad and grandfather died
years ago in an accident, she and her mother inherited a ton of money that
allowed them to move to a larger home in California and live what Erica called
a comfortable life, which probably involved Ferraris and trips to Europe every
once in a while. Big surprise there. Apparently, she wanted freedom from all of
that – her mom always
caught her when she snuck out to the clubs back home – and here in
Virginia is where she thought she could find that. She went out to clubs all
the time, but she wanted to party without having to worry about getting caught.
At least she had her priorities straight. I think I heard Patrick Henry rolling
in his grave.
While Erica had barely made a dent in her unpacking, I had gotten
everything out and completely set up. My bed was made, clothes put away, desk
set up, and the TV was all ready for watching with my PlayStation 3 attached. I
turned the TV on low as to not seem rude to Erica, but I was tired of her
chattering. I considered the possibility that she was actually a robot,
programmed to keep talking until the nearest person smashed her to bits with a
baseball bat. Testing my theory seemed a service to both science and mankind as
a whole. But that was my cynicism talking.
“Brenna! Did you hear me? I asked if you could help me and unpack a
little bit!” Erica yelled, interrupting my thoughts of a Nobel Prize, finally
aware that I was ignoring her by now. Damn, and I was doing so well.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Thanks. Anyway, where are you from? Is your family rich? I saw your
dad hand you some money.” She asked while carefully reapplying her lip-gloss.
In a swift motion, I used the scissors to rip the packing tape on the box
closest to me.
“I’m from Richmond—it’s about two hours
away. We aren’t rich, but we are well off, I guess. I
mean, I haven’t heard anything about money problems...” Glancing into the box revealed too many thongs in colors that should
not have existed in the visible spectrum. I quickly shoved the box in Erica’s
direction.
She looked genuinely disappointed. “Oh, well that’s cool, I guess.” She
didn’t seem to know what else to say, which was fine with me. Sadly, the
blessed silence didn’t last long. A calamitous assault at the door was followed
by a frenzy of loud and energetic girls filling the room.
“Erica!”
“How was the trip?”
A bleach blonde girl with a nose stud squealed as she gave Erica a hug.
“Want to go to dinner in the dining hall? It’ll be our first college meal!”
Erica didn’t hesitate to accept. “I’ll go with you guys, sure! It was a
boring flight! My God, I didn’t even get a window seat. I’m so glad I’m finally
here.” As she was rushing out she stopped and looked back at me. “Brenna, did
you want to come?”
Although the idea of being social was probably a good one, I knew being
social with them would only bring out my sarcastic bitchiness. I was pretty
sure that wasn’t the best way to get to know my roommate. “No, I need to finish
some things up here. Thanks though.”
I really had nothing to do, and Erica knew that well. Her blue eyes
hardened a touch as she closed the door behind her. Finally, the room was quiet
and I was alone.
I surfed through the local channels before finally giving up and
deciding to go for a walk instead. Grabbing my iPhone, I locked the door and
headed out of the tall brick dorm building. Even though it was already
beginning to darken, there were still some freshmen moving around. I recognized
a few from my summer orientation group. As I suspected, they steered clear of
me. During orientation, I had tried to be pleasant, tried hard to be nice to a
lot of them, attempting to at least make one friend. But something about me
made them politely smile and nod before walking away. I sighed and ran my
fingers through my hair before continuing my trek around campus.
Leaving home was supposed to be exciting. A fresh start and all that
crap—I was a freshman! I
should have been excited and optimistic and completely naive. But I wasn’t—I had seen too
much in the last three years to pretend to be excited about change. Change
meant adjusting, it meant not fitting in with a new crowd just like the old. It
didn’t matter. Soon night would come and I could ignore
everything again.
By the time night finally descended, my feet had already taken me
around half of the campus. As I walked, a small copse of trees caught my
attention. It was only a short distance from my dorm building, so I decided to
explore a little before darkness overcame all, leaving nothing but the Fade.
Because of the accident—what it did, and what it meant— things were… different. If
anyone paid attention to me, they would have noticed some kind of odd behavior:
reading a post-it note in a pitch-black room, catching a falling cup, holding a
hot pan a little longer than normally possible; the sorts of everyday wonders
that would normally be dismissed as cheap parlor tricks. If only it were that.
Being lost among the trees, away from all the people, I wanted to feel
relaxed; at ease. But there was something off about these woods. The hairs on
the back of my neck were standing on end, sensing something I couldn’t see. I
walked farther into the woods, attempting to find the source of the sensation.
Within earshot, a group of kids laughed as they smoked whatever it was that
they had. I moved on, paying them no mind. If they noticed me as well, they
chose to ignore it. A silent deal.
As I made my way from the group, through fallen timber and mossy
ground, I found a tree standing amidst the green that seemed too large for such
a small wooded area. I sat down against it and found I could barely see the
heart of the campus from here. I curled up against the base of the gnarly old
oak and sighed. To be here and away from home was a strange transition to make.
Although many people were attached to their family and home, it was a little
different for me. I now lived with a stranger—a damn annoying
stranger—and I couldn’t do
whatever I wanted to do at night anymore. I tried applying for a single room,
but I had to have a medical reason to be by myself. My condition would have
been difficult to describe, let alone prove. I doubt a doctor would have
written the note: “Becomes ghost at night, will haunt dorm room. Might scare
off other humans.”
I crouched and examined the small clearing for a while. What had pulled
me into the area was still unclear to me. But when I stood up, I finally felt
it—there was a reason
I had come to this part of the woods, and it was now very clear. What I sensed
wasn’t something I could look at in my current state. I’d have to return to
investigate without my body.
Despite the urge to fall asleep right there in the woods, I began to
make my way back to the dorm building. The group that had been smoking earlier
was gone, leaving the campus practically abandoned. It was oddly quiet and I
liked it—though I suspected
this was a rare peace.
When I returned, I stopped at the door. Putting my ear up against it, I
tried to make out if Erica was back. As soon as I was sure I didn’t hear
anything, I went inside and looked at what she had done. At some point she had
returned, but only to change her clothes. Boxes and suitcases were thrown all
over the dorm room, with pieces of clothing hanging out from everything. Some
of her clothes were even resting on my bed.
After I managed to navigate the minefield of Erica’s boxes and threw
her clothing back to her side of the room, I jumped onto my bed. As soon as I
rolled over to find the TV remote, a knock sounded on the door.
“Erica, you in there?” The masculine voice made me roll my eyes. Erica
had only been here one day and she already had a boy to mess around with. This
was going to be a long year.
I carefully jumped from my bed and made my way across the room to open
the door a crack. “She’s not here.” I said briskly, hoping that would be enough
to make him leave.
A man with shaggy black hair and hazel eyes stood at the door, I had to
glace up to see his startled expression. “Oh, do you know where she is?”
“Nope. When I got back, she wasn’t here.” Please just leave.
“Do you mind if I wait a little bit to see if she shows up?”
I could tell he was stalling for time. This was a problem that was not
going away.
“Why don’t you just call her?” I snarled. I knew I was being harsh, but
for some reason his presence made me uncomfortable and annoyed.
He shrugged, “I don’t have her number... She hasn’t given it to me yet.
Come on, I’ll stay on her side and you won’t notice that I’m here. I’ll only
stay for thirty minutes and if she doesn’t show up by then, I’ll leave.” He
grinned in what I was sure he considered a charming manner, revealing a row of
perfectly white teeth. His disheveled hair flopped into his eyes, which he quickly
flicked to the side as he waited for my response.
“Fine, whatever. Do what you want.” I opened the door wider and stalked
back to my bed. I noticed he shut the door before going to sit on Erica’s
computer chair. That made me uncomfortable.
“So, who are you?” He playfully glanced at me while swiveling the chair
back and forth as I attempted to go back to watching TV.
“Brenna.”
He didn’t need to know anything. I knew I was being rude, but I didn’t
care. He could get laid on his own time. It was pointless to just sit in the
room like a lost puppy. I crossed my arms and tried to focus my attention back
onto the television.
“Where are you from, Brenna?”
“That you don’t need to know. You can stay here and wait for Erica, but
I’m going to watch TV and you should too.” Rude, and definitely not the best
way to make friends like my mother was hoping I would, but he had invaded my
space, though it was partially my fault for letting him wait for her. Probably
not the smartest thing to do.
“You sure don’t play nice, do you? I’m just trying to make
conversation.” He snapped in annoyance as he shifted in his chair to face me.
“I don’t want to make conversation, I’m tired and I just want to watch
TV.” I flicked the volume up a few more bars to prove my point.
All he did was grunt back, but he finally turned his attention to the
TV set. I didn’t look at him until it was time for him to leave. Erica never
showed up, which was no surprise to me. When I looked over at him for the first
time, he locked eyes with me for a moment and nodded before getting up to
leave. After the door slammed shut behind him, I grabbed my pajamas and shower
gear before making my way into the hall bathroom.
After a lukewarm shower, I walked back into the room to find Erica
passed out on my bed. Of course. Where else? Looking over at the clock on my
desk, I noticed it was already midnight, and she reeked of alcohol and smoke.
She sure as hell wouldn’t be sleeping on my bed smelling like that. I went
through her boxes to find some sheets and a comforter. Feeling rushed, I made
her bed, and threw a few more blankets on it just to get them off the floor.
“Erica, come on. Time to move to your own bed before you puke all over
mine,” I poked her until she started to move.
She mumbled something I couldn’t make out and rolled over. Obviously,
she was going to be difficult about it. Good thing I was strong and she was
only 5’3”. I lifted her up with a bit of a struggle and heaved her onto my
shoulder. As carefully as I could, I shuffled over to Erica’s side of the room
and laid her onto her bed, nearly hitting the wall as she flopped down. She
lifted her head and the look on her face was that of surprise. Slight
recollection seemed to hit her when she realized she was in her own bed.
Mumbling something, Erica shifted farther into the bed on her own, and pulled
the sheets over her head.
I grabbed a trashcan and put it near her head. “If you feel sick, throw
up in here. It’s right beside your bed. I’m going to sleep.” I thought she
tried to say thanks, but I couldn’t hear anything besides more muffled grunts.
It was no surprise that she had already gone partying, according to pop
culture, kids who first moved to college would start to party almost
immediately. At least, that’s what I heard. Actually, all levels of college
students tended to start right away. It reminded me of my early high school
days when I enjoyed partying as well. The memories left a poor taste in my
mouth.
Lying down, I settled my body for the usual routine, the same thing I
had undergone every night for the last three years. Slowly, I drifted to sleep,
and then my eyes opened to stare down at my sleeping body. I felt no pain. I
felt nothing. My clothes were no longer there and I stood, watching my chest
rise and fall, naked.
Ever since that accident years ago, this had taken the place of sleep.
My body rested while my spirit left to live in the Fade. It was cool…at first, but now
it was just annoying. At least I had learned how to make some sort of clothing
mentally so I didn’t have to wander around the
spiritual plane as naked as the day I was born. Unfortunately, the only things
I could materialize were jeans and a crop top. I still needed to practice.
I looked over and saw that Erica had thrown up a little bit.
Thankfully, she aimed well, it must have been when I was falling asleep. I
didn’t exactly have a lot of awareness in the moment between worlds—I was still
working on that part. Even though everything seemed to be exactly the same, it
really wasn’t. On the spiritual plane, the world was
brighter, and louder. All of my senses were heightened, and the room looked as
though a light had been turned on.
I had seen my fair share of spirits, but most didn’t like me very much.
When they figured out I was actually alive, they became angry and didn’t find
it fair. Some of the nastier ones perceived my presence as a kind of
trespassing. They’d attempt to become my personal poltergeist, but they always
got bored of it eventually. It became an easy arrangement. Just like with the
living; if you ignore me, I’ll ignore you and we can all live peacefully. Even
the spirits that lived in my house back in Richmond wouldn’t talk to me, though
I had been trying for a while.
Thankfully, while outside of my body, I couldn’t smell anything on the
physical plane. That was the one sense that seemed to dull. Which meant I
couldn’t smell Erica’s vomit. So, before Erica decided to wake up again, I
left.
I explored the dorm building for a while, curious as to what the other
students were doing. Some were partying, but they kept the music low—probably paranoid
security would discover all the underage drinking—others were
already asleep, reading, or playing video games. Most were socializing; not
many seemed to seek solitude like I did.
Finally, I floated from the building to make my way back to the woods.
Coming to the clearing, I descended, and approached the large tree from
earlier. Looking at it in this form, I could clearly see what had attracted me
here.
From what I could tell, there were three planes of existence: The
mortal plane–where all living things lived–and the Fade where
spirits dwelled, among other things. But the third was something I had never
seen. I only knew it existed from the doors. Found mostly on trees, there were
doorways to another plane of existence I had no access to. They contained
beings that I only saw when I was a spirit. I called them “fairies” and
“demons” because I couldn’t think of a better description. Names based off
appearances, I know, but I didn’t know the actual names for what they were.
Although they were undetectable by anyone on the mortal plane, there
were legends about them throughout history. From those, and my own experience,
I understood the doors operated on a sort of cycle. They would only open during
certain nights, allowing them free reign of the Fade. But once the night was
over, they would return to their realm. When it was a full moon, the demons
came through the doorways. Though not the prettiest things to look at, the
demons tended to enjoy messing with humans. Not necessarily hurting anyone, but
just hovering around them, causing mood shifts occasionally. They would move
items around, trip people up, follow them, and on occasion throw acorns at
people and animals. That was their favorite mischievous activity. The demons
were basically small, disfigured pranksters.
There have been many studies on humanity and the effects of the full
moon that make them go crazy or believe they are a werewolf or some other such
nonsense. It had nothing to do with the full moon, just with the demons being
allowed to escape. When the night of the full moon ended, they returned to
their domain, leaving behind whatever mess they had created.
During the time of first and third quarter, and new moon, the fairies
were given leave to roam from their own doorways. I hated them. Unlike the
demons, their energy was hostile. A few times I had seen them torture any
spirit they came across, or even whisper into the ears of humans, causing them
to react violently. It wasn’t often that I would run across a fairy, but I
preferred it that way. Though beautiful, they were little shits.
There was no doubt about this tree. It was a demon gateway. The door
appeared old, as if it had been there for centuries with the worn wood and
small cracks. Because the doorways were on trees, I had found a few at home,
but whenever I traveled to populated areas, they became harder to find. Once I
had discovered a doorway in the wood frame of a friend’s home. Fairy doors,
however, were much more difficult to locate. To this day, I hadn’t seen one. I
had only seen the beautiful little monsters flying around.
The last full moon was a week ago, meaning the door was closed as
expected. My theory was that the doorways were somehow connected, but again, I
hadn’t seen a fairy door to be sure. If I were right, there should have been
one somewhere nearby.
But this door was different—there were small
characters etched around its entirety. Something I had never seen before. The
closer I got to the doorway, the stranger things became. Incoherent voices
entered my head. It sounded as if they were trying to scream, but didn’t have
the strength. I had never heard these voices before. They wept desperately with
disjointed words and screams. I moved closer and raised my hand to touch a
particularly interesting marking when a clear voice stopped me cold.
“I wouldn’t do that, honey.”
Whirling around, an older woman stood behind me. Judging from her
clothing, I figured she had been dead for a while. She looked kindly down at me
through ethereal spectacles as she absently smoothed the folds of her long
skirt.
“Why not? It’s only a doorway...” I said, raising my chin, causing my
hair to fall and frame my face. I was sure my eyes were snapping with defiance – I didn’t take kindly to being told what to do, especially on the spiritual
plane. This was supposed to be the one place I didn’t have to listen to anyone
telling me what to do.
She shook her head, causing her ridiculously out of fashion hat to
shift a little. “You are correct, my dear girl, but this one is different from
its brothers that you have previously encountered. Watchers and Dreamers have
been busy distorting these doorways. Arrogant fools.” She gestured with one
elegantly gloved hand towards the script I had attempted to touch moments before.
“I thought humans knew nothing about the Fade doors —and what the hell
is a Watcher? Or a Dreamer?” I uncrossed my
arms, curious now. These so-called Watchers or Dreamers could present great
danger to me if I were discovered. Yet another complication to my situation.
Great.
The laugh she let out sent shivers up my spine. “Oh, you are quite the
spunky one, aren’t you? If you’re going to abandon your body so carelessly, you
should learn more about the world you wander through. Do not assume your
limited scope of experience gives you all the answers you seek. Your lot is
quite the arrogant bunch these days.” Despite her harsh tone, a smile crinkled
the corners of her lips.
“How do you know I’m not dead?”
“So you do prove capable of asking smart questions. Look at my body’s
faint white glow—do you see it? This means I have died of
old age, nice and neatly in my bed. A clean death, and an expected one. You
have no such glow, which means you haven’t yet died—at least not
permanently. Only a few know what these auras are for, or can see them right
away. You aren’t the first to come around these woods and possess that ability.
Dreamers are usually cut from the same cloth. But you are different from your
predecessor, though, in what way, I’m not sure.”
“What predecessor? What…What are you talking about? What is going
on?” She was dancing around my questions, choosing not to
answer them. It was beginning to piss me off.
Instead, she merely walked backwards and gradually vanished from my
sight, smiling all the while. She raised one gloved hand in a wave before she
was gone.
“Well, that was rude. Would it really have been that hard to answer my
damn questions?” I murmured to myself. This was what happened every time I
spoke with a spirit. They would talk for barely a minute before walking away. I
could never keep their interest for longer than that.
Returning to the door, I was curious to see what these symbols—these seals—were and how they
worked. They were new to me even after more than three years in the Fade.
Perhaps it was only a certain kind of human that could see them. If that were
true, I should have come across something about these seals in my research, but
I couldn’t recall anything like them in any of it. My eyes drifted back to the
symbol I had nearly touched before. Whatever the reason, this seal gave me a
rotten feeling in my gut. If those demons couldn’t get out, and hadn’t been
able to get out for a while,
I assumed they were pissed off about being cooped
up for so long. I know I would be.
Looking up, the moon had moved pretty far in the sky, so I decided it
was time to head back. Life would have been much easier if I were able to go
wherever I wanted like the other spirits did. Since I was still connected to my
body, I could only go a certain distance before feeling its pull.
It looked like I wasn’t the only one who had wanted to return to the
woods on this particular night. A different group of students had gathered
together at the front of the woods, probably to smoke pot, barely hidden from
any passing campus security. One of them turned, and walked through me, and I
jolted in surprise. Sometimes it was interesting to phase through anything on
the mortal plane, but crossing through humans was always more trouble than it
was worth. Headaches aside, you received an uncomfortable rush, a splash of
their emotions, and that was even more jarring than being a half-ghost.
I followed the stranger, who was in a chipper mood, and there were a
few more guys with a couple of girls in tow as well. Some were still smoking
while others were just laughing in the midst of their conversation. None of
them seemed to notice or feel a change in the air, which meant my body was
waking up, and my spirit was fading away. The old spirit had called me a
Dreamer. There was something more to what she was saying, but I still wasn’t
sure what it was.
As I felt myself being taken back, something stirred deep inside me.
Something—or someone—was watching me.
Thinking it was the same elder woman from before, my gaze searched the woods
behind and the students in front of me. Sitting next to a few of the others, he
was there. The guy who had barged into my room to wait for Erica. He was
staring right at me and he was smiling.
About Sarah:
A native of Richmond, Virginia, Sarah Lampkin is a 2015 graduate from
Lynchburg College with a master’s degree in English. Since graduation, Sarah
moved to Northern Virginia to work in the IT field as a Technical Writer while
continuing her research for her graduate school thesis. When she isn’t work,
Sarah continues her Celtic mythology research and Gaelic studies, while working
on the Dead Dreamer series.
Although she currently lives in Northern Virginia, Sarah frequently
travels back home to Richmond to visit family, friends, and her godchildren.
During the winter months, she is in Richmond more frequently to spend time in
the woods hunting and contemplating the meaning of life. She doesn’t always
succeed in both endeavors, but the music of nature is worth it for peace of
mind.
In her free time, she likes to play RPG video games, and rock climbing.
To make sure she can make the most out of her day, she wakes up at 4am every
morning to work on her fitness, so in the evening she has time to continue
writing. Her passion for writing has been around since high school where she
wrote her first short story. It continued as she worked towards her bachelor’s
degree, and that is where the Dead Dreamer series began. Although only self-
published via online, Sarah’s dream is to write for a living and continue to
create fictional worlds where her mind can reside.
Her work mainly focuses on Celtic themes, mixed with elements from the
spiritual world. And her characters always have a flair of attitude and sarcasm
because writing damsels in distress is something she just can’t do.
READ THE CHILD DREAMER PREQUEL HERE
Giveaway Details:
1 winner will receive a $10 amazon gift
card to giveaway and a Dead Dreamer charm necklace, US only.
1 winner will receive a signed finished copy of TO DREAM IS TO DIE
(when available) and a Dead Dreamer Hoodie, US only.
Tour Schedule:
Week One:
12/31/2018- jrsbookreviews- Excerpt
12/31/2018- Jaime's World- Spotlight
1/1/2019- Texan Holly Reads- Excerpt
1/1/2019- Owl Always Be Reading- Excerpt
1/2/2019- Sweet Things- Excerpt
1/2/2019- Bookbriefs- Excerpt
1/3/2019- Smada's Book Smack- Excerpt
1/4/2019- BookHounds- Excerpt
1/4/2019- Parajunkee- Excerpt
Week Two:
1/7/2019- Reese's Reviews- Review
1/7/2019- Sincerely Karen Jo- Excerpt
1/8/2019- Book-o-Craze - Review
1/8/2019- Good Choice Reading- Excerpt
1/9/2019- Loie Dunn- Review
1/9/2019- Two Chicks on Books- Excerpt
1/10/2019- Book-Keeping- Review
1/10/2019- Confessions
of a YA Reader- Excerpt
1/11/2019- Adventures
Thru Wonderland- Review
1/11/2019- Whatever
You Can Still Betray- Excerpt
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