This is Your Opportunity to Explore New Authors
Enjoy these special book excerpts on Fantasy Fiction Friday.
This is a new monthly feature on my blog. It’s an opportunity for you to read excerpts from some of the great books written by Indie Authors without the risk.
Each author has provided an excerpt and a purchase link in the comments below.
I’ll start with an excerpt from “Missing”
Missing by Peggy M McAloon and Anneka Rogers:
Elle’s chest hurt. She was waking up, but she was having difficulty breathing.
The pain diminished as she fought to open her eyes. Her breathing was normal again, and the pain in her chest didn’t bother her at all now.
She looked around. The place she was in wasn’t a room she recognized.
Everything was white. There were no pictures on the walls. She was in bed, covered by a white blanket of some sort. She felt the spread between her thumb and forefinger. It was an unusual material. Not like anything she remembered.
There were two chairs by a window. They both had white cushions.
It looked like a hospital room, but something wasn’t quite right.
The door opened.
“How are you feeling?”
“I hurt some, but I guess I’m okay.”
The man dressed in white approached her. He reached for her hand.
“You’ve had some very demanding experiences, Elle. You are but a child, and no child should have to endure the loss you suffered when your father died. He was an incredibly good man and a brave man. You know that, don’t you?”
“Sure I do. Poppy was the best. I . . . I miss him so much. I got to say goodbye, but it wasn’t enough. There were so many things I wanted to talk to him about, but he’s not here.”
“He’s not gone, Elle. He is in the very air you breathe. Have you looked up at the stars at night and tried to talk to him like he asked you to do?”
“Sometimes, but it’s not like looking into his eyes. He laughed through his eyes.”
“You have his eyes.”
“Mom says that too.”
“Do you laugh through your eyes, Elle?”
“Not like I used to. It’s been too hard lately. There’s a scroll, and a prophecy everyone thinks is about me. I want to be strong, but I don’t know how.”
“We are never asked to do more than we are able.”
“Do you believe that?”
“It is the truth, Elle.”
“Whose truth is it, then?”
“Do you believe in God?” the man asked.