I hope everyone is kicking their week off to a great start!
Now, I have two things to share with you today...
1. I know that everyone who has read Insanity is anxiously awaiting the sequel, White Walls which is due out tomorrow.
But...
Sadly the release date has been pushed back. I know this is probably a total bummer, but sometimes things work out better this way.
2. I know this probably won't tide you over, but I've pasted a longer excerpt of White Walls below and I hope that you enjoy it.
The new release date is Monday June, 25, 2012 (This date is solid. It is NOT changing.)
White Walls Excerpt
My surroundings have
started to fade in and out of focus. The trees whirl around me in
circles. Browns, greens, and blacks. Browns, greens, and blacks. I
have to stop and place my arm against one of the trunks. I drop my
head, exhaling. The dizziness is overwhelming. I can't remember the
last time I ate or drank anything. I can't remember what day it is.
My entire body is
covered in beads of cold sweat and I've started hallucinating.
“Psst, Addy.”
Damien's hushed voice rings out through the trees. “Come find me.”
I groan softly and
try to lift my head. I don't have the strength to play his game right
now.
“Addy.”
“No!” I shout
and my voice trails, echoing as it travels along the cleared muddy
path. “Why are you doing this? Why?”
I try to lift my
head again and I succeed, but only to rest it in the crook of my
elbow. My eyes are on the ground and I notice a pair of brown shoes,
an added accessory to the forest debris along the path. My eyes
travel upward, taking in Damien's appearance. He doesn't look like
the Damien I was seeing when I was in Oakhill. He looks like he did
the last time I saw him. He looks the way he looked a second before
he died.
I suck in breath
that I can't release. My lips quivers at the sight of the dried blood
on his light blue button up. His skin is pale, his lips gray. And the
haunting, lifeless look in his blue eyes is too much to bear. I
blanch and look away. “No,” I cry. “No.”
He moves closer,
twigs snapping beneath his feet, followed by a rustling of dead
leaves. My body goes rigid. Panic flushes through my blood stream. I
can feel him right next me and his cold, rancid breath fans across my
face. I inhale then exhale quickly, gagging on the way he tastes,
like a dug up corpse. “What's the matter, Addy?” His fingers are
in my hair and his voice is eerie. Emotionless.
This is not my
Damien. This is not my Damien. This is not my Damien.
I repeat the words
in my head. This is not my Damien. He's a manifestation of my mind
similar to a nightmare. “Stop,” I whisper, thinking pleading
might actually work. I'm wrong.
The dead vision of
the love of my life laughs. The laugh isn't pleasant. It's dark, cold,
and evil. He pets my head and repeats his previous question, “What's
the matter, Addy?” His fingers feel like slime as they slide across
my skin. They keep sliding and sliding and they send a shiver of fear
down my spine. I shudder and use all the strength I have to pull away
from him. I stare into his dead eyes. “But I thought you loved me?”
His clammy grayish skin bunches on his forehead.
Yes. Loved is
the key word.
Will always
are another two.
There will always be
a part of me that loves him. There will always be a part of me that
remembers the Damien I met one summer on a dirt road in West Des
Moines, Iowa. The Damien who was beautiful, smart, caring, and funny.
The Damien who stole my heart, promised to love me forever, and had
plans for our future.
A future that was
cut short and killed by my evil, conflicted father.
I have since learned
that even though a part of me will always love him that doesn't mean
I can continue to love him the way I used to. Because he's dead. And
I can't go on loving a poltergeist for the rest of my life.
Hope you all enjoyed this!
Cheers!
