Today, I'm featuring a promo spotlight on author Petra March's upcoming YA/NA novella in her A Touch of Cinnamon series, All the Skies I Will Not See. Also find an excerpt for your enjoyment!
All the Skies I will Not See
Petra March
(A Touch of Cinnamon #1.5)
Expected Publication: June 9, 2015 by Petra F. Bagnardi
It takes 7 seconds to crash.It takes 3 seconds to fall in love.
It takes an infinite moment to let go.
David Medwin's life is fading away, and all he can think about is what it means to be alive.
An intense story about life, death and, most of all, love.
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An Excerpt from All the Skies I Will Not See:
Prologue
Now.
My name is David Medwin. I'm twenty-one years old. Something bad happened to me.
These are the last, precious moments of my existence. So, while my body is still shrouded in merciful numbness, I let my mind and my soul awaken and wander.
I hold on to my memories and my regrets.
I drink in the world for the last time.
The sky is a dense, dark-blue blanket studded with bright stars. The air is heavy with the sweet scent of flowers and pine trees. The cheerful voices of the night creatures perform a pastoral symphony just for my soul.
No, that's not right. I'm not alone.
My friend Eagan is resting beside me. His eyelids flutter restlessly, speaking of an uneasy slumber. As I contemplate my best friend, terrible, unexpected anguish surges within my chest. It's a cold, frightening, strong sensation that forces my mind to focus on my body. My limbs feel strangely weightless, as if I were floating, and my skin were made of dust. But I'm flesh and bones, and my mind knows that the soft numbness is a temporary relief and the sudden sadness brimming inside of me mean something. Something painful.
I'm not alone. Eagan is with me, which means that something bad happened to him as well. I hope he's not hurt. I want him to live. I don't want to leave him.
I glance at Eagan once more. My friend's eyes blink open and, for an infinite moment, his blue gaze lingers upon my features not with familiar kindness, but with fear; then Eagan's lips part in a wordless cry.
Copyright © 2015 Petra March
All rights reserved
Now.
My name is David Medwin. I'm twenty-one years old. Something bad happened to me.
These are the last, precious moments of my existence. So, while my body is still shrouded in merciful numbness, I let my mind and my soul awaken and wander.
I hold on to my memories and my regrets.
I drink in the world for the last time.
The sky is a dense, dark-blue blanket studded with bright stars. The air is heavy with the sweet scent of flowers and pine trees. The cheerful voices of the night creatures perform a pastoral symphony just for my soul.
No, that's not right. I'm not alone.
My friend Eagan is resting beside me. His eyelids flutter restlessly, speaking of an uneasy slumber. As I contemplate my best friend, terrible, unexpected anguish surges within my chest. It's a cold, frightening, strong sensation that forces my mind to focus on my body. My limbs feel strangely weightless, as if I were floating, and my skin were made of dust. But I'm flesh and bones, and my mind knows that the soft numbness is a temporary relief and the sudden sadness brimming inside of me mean something. Something painful.
I'm not alone. Eagan is with me, which means that something bad happened to him as well. I hope he's not hurt. I want him to live. I don't want to leave him.
I glance at Eagan once more. My friend's eyes blink open and, for an infinite moment, his blue gaze lingers upon my features not with familiar kindness, but with fear; then Eagan's lips part in a wordless cry.
Copyright © 2015 Petra March
All rights reserved
Petra March studied Screenwriting and History of American Cinema at UCLA and NYU. Presently, Petra keeps traveling and dreaming through her novels.
Her characters are deeply in love with Europe and the USA, just like Petra is.
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(Note: All the information for this pre-release promo spotlight received from the author. ~Punya)
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