Hello everyone! My name is Rebecca Ethington – and welcome to my blog! Don’t mind the dust everything here is under a little bit of construction… but I guarantee it will all be pretty real soon.
So, wipe the dust off of a seat and make yourself at home, and welcome to my little stop on the daring hearts blog hop!
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In case you haven’t heard of me before I write Young Adult fiction, mainly fantasy and paranormal – but I’ve been known to hop around a bit! You may have seen my Imdalind series around, but for this box set, my readers, as well as any new ones, are getting the next episode of the Through Glass (#9) novella series a whole month before it will be released on it’s own!
And trust me, after you read #8 (due out this July 10th) you aren’t going to want to wait.
So, make sure you pick up your copy of Daring Hearts and not only will you get #9 early, but a whole bunch of other, very awesome, new releases as well.
You don’t want to miss it, so make sure to preorder now for only 99C!
If you haven’t started Through Glass yet- now is the perfect time! The first three episodes are free on all platforms. Go get ’em and make sure to read them all before Daring Hearts come out and Through Glass #9 is available!
Everyone remembered the day the sky went black. The day the sun was wiped from the sky. They remember the wind as it brought in the darkness; the way the earth shook and everything changed.
Everyone remembered the screams as the darkness ate those who were out in the open, those who had surrounded themselves by light, and those who made noise.
Everyone remembered the voice from the sky and the way food disappeared.
At least, that’s what I hoped. I hoped that there was an ‘everyone’ that would remember because I am not sure how many are left, how many survived. Or if anyone did.
I hoped that I wasn’t alone.
I remembered that day.
I remembered because it was the day I became alone.
It was the day that everything was perfect until the monsters took it away. Then the house went silent and the birds stopped singing. It was the day when everyone disappeared, everyone except the boy, the only person I have seen in two years.
The boy I talk to through the glass.
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It all started with a birthday present: a little book I wrote for my grandfather, helped along by a little bit of performing experience and a whole lot of love. It has since evolved. Get to know the woman behind the words. 
