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Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Ashes and Ice by Rochelle Maya Callen DAY BLITZ

"Ashes and Ice will make you laugh, cry, and keep the lights on at night. If you like Marr, Steifvater or Clare, you will love Rochelle Maya Callen." Tiffany Carmouche, The Impostor"

Description:
She is desperate to remember.
He is aching to forget.
Together, they are not broken.
But together, one may not survive.

Jade wakes up with no memory of her past and blood on her hands.
Plagued by wicked thoughts, she searches for answers. Instead, she finds a boy who doesn't offer her answers, but hope. But sometimes, when nightmares turn into reality and death follows you everywhere, hope is not enough.

LUST. LOVE. LOSS. Sometimes, all that is left are Ashes and Ice.

Descriere:
Ea este disperată să-şi amintească.
El se chinuie să uite.
Împreună nu sunt învinşi.
Dar împreună s-ar putea să nu supraviețuiască.

Jade se trezeşte fără să-şi amintească nimic şi cu sânge pe mâini.
Torturată de gânduri periculoase, caută răspunsuri. În schimb, va găsi un băiat ce nu-i va da răspunsuri, ci speranță. Dar uneori, atunci când coşmarurile devin realitate şi moartea te urmăreşte peste tot, să speri nu este suficient.

PASIUNE. DRAGOSTE.PIERDERE. Uneori tot ceea ce rămâne este Cenuşă şi Gheață.


Author Bio:
Rochelle grew up dreaming up stories. When she entered high school, she tucked away her creative side and jumped head-first into academics, work, and service projects. She graduated summa cum laude with a degree in Political Science and Communication when she was twenty years old. After years away from her writing, Rochelle picked up a pen and started fleshing out a character sketch that she outlined when she was twelve. That sketch was the start of the Ashes and Ice story. Rochelle lives in the DC metro area with her husband and daughter. By day she works as a behavioral therapist. By night, she is a dreamer and is busy tapping out new stories on her keyboard.

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Despre autoare:
Rochelle a crescut visând poveşti. Când a început liceul, şi-a pus deoparte imaginația şi s-a avântat cu capul înainte în studii, muncă şi proiecte de lucru. La 20 de ani a absolvit summa cum laude cu o licență în Ştiințe Politice şi Comunicații. La ani după ce a renunțat la scris, Rochelle a luat un stilou şi a început să dea formă unui personaj pe care a inceput să-l schiteze când avea doisprezece ani. Acea schiță este începutul poveştii Ashes and Ice.
Rochelle trăieşte în Washington DC împreună cu soțul şi fiica. În timpul zilei este terapeut comportamental. Noaptea este o visătoare şi ocupată să scrie noi poveşti.

Release Day: February 4th, 2013
EXCERPT
Jade

The girl’s glassy, dead eyes stare into me, through me, pierce me with a fierce urgency, with a wicked accusation. The blood is still on my hands.
Red hair, blue eyes, a constellation of freckles on pale skin. She was fragile and innocent, a lovely thing. That is what I think until I see the gashes on her wrists and throat. With her blood spilling out, she looks delicious. She’s mine. Possessiveness shocks me, stabs into me. I run, tearing away from a craving I don't understand.
Breathless, I grit my teeth and run harder, faster.
My feet pound against the earth, away from the lifeless body and toward the lights of the city lingering on the horizon. Rot and death linger in my nostrils. Unscarred skin stretches taut over my freezing bones. Echoes of an empty memory reverberate in my mind, taunting me. The ice chases me, clutches me, and bites at my heels, sending shivers up my spine. The ice wants me back, but I run forward, toward the lights, toward the heat, toward a world that burns me, because I have no other choice.
The lights are so close. Heat scalds my skin.
Images race through my mind, paralyzing me. I skid to a stop, my boots digging into the mud. The vision’s blurred edges materialize into solid shapes.
I gasp.
A new horror rakes my insides. Desperation propels me forward; the pictures nagging at my seams threaten to tear me apart.
Scorching fire licks over my skin. In my vision, I contort like a vile, ugly creature, eyes as black as decay. My frame hunches over the small, dead girl, like a demon looming over a defenseless child. Her blood drips from my mouth.
I lick my lips and taste only salty sweat.
I run, desperate to trample the vision under my feet, to crush it deep into the ground.
I refuse to believe the image, refuse to acknowledge the monster within me demanding to be unleashed—and the possibility it has already been unbound. An unrelenting tide of fear washes over me. Past the denial, the fear, and the hope, I think I can still taste her.
The cold stillness inside me cracks open just as the lights of the city slam into me.
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5 comments:

Cassie Zah said...
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Cassie Zh said...

M-am indragostit de ea! De coperta nu mai spun. Dar continutul cartii, ideea in sine, ii da ceva de 'must-read'. E prima carte din strainatate care chiar m-a facut sa stau sa ma gandesc si sa sper ca va aparea si aici. :)

CCAM said...

O sa public atunci si celelalte Excerpts

Ladybug said...

Interesanta descrierea si coperta este frumoasa.Merita sa apara si la noi.

alexa ioana said...

o descriere misterioasa..pun pariu ca asa este toata cartea, plina de mister si actiune
ador titlul si as vrea tare mult sa o citesc