I don’t think I have much more to say there – other than that Dawn of Ash is officially less than a month away!!
I hope you are all really excited for this – as I know you have been waiting for a while – and yes, it will be worth it. Blood will be spilled.
Hmmm Maybe I shouldn’t have said that…
Of course, if you haven’t heard – Dawn of Ash is already up for pre-order, so make sure to head on over and pick up your copy now, that way you won’t have any waiting on release day!
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But, I know you all aren’t here for the countdown – – I know you are here for the teaser. And thanks to a nice little contest on Facebook… today we get an insight into Sain and all the crazy that he has put us through.
Granted, it’s a small insight… but it’s an insight none-the-less. So, without further ado – here is this weeks Teaser. Of course, everything below is copyrighted 2016 Rebecca Ethington, Imdalind Press, and Market Street Books.
Enjoy!
“I … I need to know. Is what you said before true? About the queen’s magic destroying her mind?”
“I want to say that it isn’t.” I sighed dramatically, placing my hand on her elbow in what I hoped was a fatherly way. “But I have seen this before. It is a common ailment of my kind. When the mind cannot handle the power of sight, it begins to destroy itself—”
She gasped, the horror on her face evident. “Our poor queen.”
I bristled, anger and agitation running through my spine. That was not the reaction I wanted. She should not be showing worry or sympathy for one so pathetic and volatile. Disgust, anger, fear—those should be lining her face, the reality of the weakness of her queen filling her.
Instead, she was worried.
“Will she be all right? You are the first of the Drak; your magic is pure. Surely you can see what is coming for her.”
This time, I couldn’t disguise the smile. I didn’t even try. This was what I wanted—this dedication, this awe. To me, not to the ones who had stolen my throne.
The smile hid behind my hand before I returned to her, the lie already waiting.
“I see nothing. When one of the Drak compromises our magic, all sight is broken.” Well, when one of my kind didn’t let me control what they saw, anyway, but I wasn’t going to get into that with this woman. “The sight will not become clear again until after the magic has left her.”
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. 
