It’s Tuesday — Which means a TEASER!!
And sadly, it’s been over a year since I have post one on this blog (please don’t hate me) But I am going to start making an amends on this… Starting today. With This gem from Ovailia and Edmund from Dawn of Ash… coming soon.
We’ve still got some time before this book releases, so it can’t be too long, but I hope you enjoy it!
As always, everything below is copyright 2015 Rebecca Ethington and Imdalind Press. All is unedited and subject to change.
Enjoy!
“Will you look at that,” Edmund voice was a calm torrent behind me, but I – like him – couldn’t look away from the way they attacked each other, jumping and clawing and tearing and biting. “They were just doing as they were told before, but now. With a promise of victory, a promise of a better goal. They fight. Their hearts are in it.”
My head snapped to my father, unsurprised to see him sitting there with that grim smile on his face, his eyes revealing all the knowledge and power he had.
“Tell me, Ovailia, how did his magic react to yours today? Did it try to connect again?”
“It did.” I was proud, he was pleased, which only increased the ecstasy inside of me.
“So his desire for you is growing stronger.”
“Yes, Father, just as you asked me to do.”
“Wonderful,” he cooed, his focus finally pulling back to the pits, where the victor nw stood over a lifeless shape, fists smashing into bloodied flesh again and again. “Use him, even go as far as completing the bond if you must. Anything to access his sight, to get the information we need.”
“Complete the bond?”
“He has secrets we need, Ovailia, and with the magic I have embedded into you, once a bond is completed you will have full access to whatever I wish. You just need to give him a greater reward. Give him a reason to fight to the death. And you, you have always been his reason. You just need to show him that it still is.”
“Give him a reason to do anything I say.” I whispered, more to myself than to my father, but he heard anyway. His face broke out into a smile, the same mania in his eyes darting to me as the pit master brought the child to him.
“Give him a reason to fight for it.”
Edmund said nothing more, he only walked toward the victor, placing his hands on her bare arms as he looked at her, her steady gaze beginning to waver as his magic filled her, as a new Štít was placed against her heart, taking away any chance of choice and life that the girl had had before.
Turning the woman into something more.
Just as my father had me.
Just as I would Sain.
It was just as my father said, it was all in how you played the game.
And I was going to play.
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. 
