It's the last day of March! I'm happy to report that the sun is shining and that we are having an awesome week.
As for the giveaway, if you have entered in any of the giveaways this month, you are entered to win the ipod shuffle. But it you want a second entry, leave a comment and be a follower.
My goal is to get to 300 followers- so see if you can help me out with that. I only need ten more! In fact, I think I'll wait to get 300 followers before I choose my ipod winner. Not fair to all of you who are already on the list, I know, but go grab a friend who's not and tell them to enter to win an ipod shuffle.
I'm also happy to announce that Wings of Light is officially available at Amazon.com
It looks like I'm gonna need some reviews there. It's a pretty lonely place right now. If you get a copy and find time to read and review it, you will be officially awesome in my book.
Good luck everyone! And, I'm still sitting on a few books. I think I need to choose some book winners from the list of comments below!
Christy is whipping up more than amazing recipes and book reviews, today as part of the Wings of Light book launch, she's giving away a copy of Beyonders by Brandon Mull.I've mentioned Christy several times in the last month. If you haven't visited her blog, it's about time you made the trip. She is talented in so many ways, and then shares it all on the internet. Not only does she enjoy reviewing books, she has a habit of putting together amazing recipes to go with them. Each book she reviews has a slice of something from the book that you can take to your kitchen and replicate.
And she Irish dances. Enough said.
But then she's an incredible writer who is working on an urban fantasy novel that has incredible potential. Oh, and she has a gift for editing. I know, she's brilliant.
Have fun visiting her.... http://www.dearestdreams.com/
Today I'll be at the Library on the corner of Cole and Ustick from 12-1:00 presenting. If you're in town and bored, come to the library. It will be more fun with you there!
So, here's to the five lucky winners. I'll give you one week to e-mail me your mailing address before choosing a new winner. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Chantele Sedgwick emfawcett LouMac Danyelle Jaidis Just so you all know, I've got more books up my sleeve, so I might randomly choose more winners. Last night I finished my latest work. It's a contemporary YA novel with a tiny hint of science fiction. I hate even calling it science fiction because that tiny part is based on a science that could exist, but doesn't. Alas, it's really a contemporary novel called Dancing With Black. It may or may not get to keep that title and you may or may not ever get to see it published. Oh, the realities of writing.
But I'm going to dig into edits. I've got plenty of other things to write. I keep thinking of new ideas everyday. Too bad it takes so long to write a story. It really limits how many I can write. And, I'm a write-one-story-at-a-time kind of girl.
And, if you haven't heard, my books got done early. I should have a few copies on my doorstep any day now. Yay!!!
And speaking of Wings of Light, Christy has come up with a clever recipe called "Raised by Magic Quick Rolls". Oh they look yummy. I'm definitely making some this week! Doesn't this picture make your mouth water?
Early! Yay! I got an e-mail this morning that said my books were ready to ship. I get to see copies of Wings Of Light this week. I can't believe it! Now I really feel like celebrating. So here's the deal. Head on over to Rebecca Talley's blog for a chance to win her newest release The Upside of Down.
I feel so lucky to have Rebecca helping with this launch. If you haven't read this book, please consider it. She has a way of making you look at life through another set of eyes. Beautiful and inspiring.
And, because I'm feeling crazy good, I want to give away more books. I'm picking five winners tomorrow. Yes, five. You are at the mercy of whatever books I send you, but I'm gonna tell you right now that I have a lot of YA fantasy and middle grade novels waiting for a home. These are brand new books, and honestly, if I don't give them away soon I'm going to hoard them and keep them for my very own.
To enter to win a random book, leave me a comment and be a Very Cool Person (i.e. a follower of this blog). That's it. Tomorrow I'll pick five winners and then you have to e-mail me your address or I won't have a clue where to send your books.
Today we are honored to have Janette Rallison join our book launch and she has Fame, Glory and Other Things On My To Do List up for grabs. Take a quick stroll over to her blog to see all her books that will keep you smiling.
Janette has a gift when it comes to teen romance. Not only can she make you feel that same rush of falling in love for the first time, but she has a way of taking you straight through the fire of teen life's most awkward moments and then back again. Her work will make you laugh out loud with the scenes that resonate with what we do for love.
To win a signed copy of this book, please e-mail the answers (email@example.com) to me and I'll draw a winner next Tuesday.
*What is the name of her newest book being released in April? Ahh, our books have the same birthday!
*This one's kind of hard... Janette wrote a book that was a little more serious and not as much a comic romance. It's about a sister helping her brother... What's the name of this book?
*Become a follower of Janette Rallison's blog.
*Be a Very Cool Person (follow this blog).
And while you're there, you might as well sign up for her giveaway too. One can never have too many books! Don't forget, all who enter any of my giveaways go in the drawing for an Ipod shuffle at the end. Stick around for that!
Hey all! I've been having so much fun with this giveaway. Thanks to all the amazing people who have been helping me out along the way.
Today's tour takes you to my sweet friend whom I've grown to love more every day. We are like sisters in every way. Not only is she a completely talented writer, the mother of twins, but for some strange reason she seems to get my weird and quirky personality. That alone is a rare quality.
If you haven't had the pleasure of meeting L. T. Elliot, now's the time. Her blog points constantly at her gift for writing and she will find her way into your heart, I assure you. She's giving away this fabulous book...
And now we need to announce another winner...
Linda Kish is the winner of a YA book- she gets to pick her favorite genre. Congrats!
We have lots more prizes on the horizon, and remember, anyone who enters gets into the iPod shuffle drawing at the end. It's gonna be good!
Today's the day you can sign up to win Tristi Pinkston's novel Dearly Departed. To enter, hop over to Tristi's blog and follow her rules. This is a fun mystery novel infused with humor. You're not going to want to miss this one.
Today is also your last day to enter to win a book through Rachelle's blog. See the post below for details.
I hope you're all anxious to read some new books. Good luck to all of you!
I woke up this morning and my head buzzed. My muscles told me to go back to sleep. Yes, today is the day after St. Patrick's Day. (Dancing, not drinking, people. You must know this about me.) I usually post a whole big exciting thing for St. Patrick's Day but this year I was too busy to do even that.
But I'm here now and I'm catching up with our prizes. First, to announce the winners so far this week....
Lindsaywrites wins the book of her favorite genre.
Aik Chien takes home The Mark by Marilyn Bunderson.
Congratulations. And, I'm going to keep choosing winners from those who are participating, so keep watching.
So how was your St. Patrick's Day? I know the day is so different for civilians. As a family of dancers, we packed in the car at 8:00 AM, me and four of my children, and set off for a day of adventure. Our first show was at an elementary school at 9:00 AM. We didn't stop dancing and driving until 4:00. Seven shows in seven hours.
And since I'm the mom, I can say that my six-year-old twins were adorable even though they couldn't really dance, and my two older boys were straight up fabulous. Everyone on the team worked together to make it happen. By the end of the day the girls were itching for an excuse to pinch the boys and my tiniest son announced, "Finally we get to go home."
Corned beef, Irish potatoes, cabbage and the world's best soda bread waited for us and nothing in the universe could have been better than that. Aaaahhh.
Then a little more dancing and a lot of hot chocolate later, the day finally ended. I'm tip-toeing around the fact that Saturday we're dancing from 10-4. Barnes & Noble at 2:00 for any locals wanting to see some action.
And then we're done with the St. Paddy's performances.
Thanks to Christy for posting a surprise author interview today! Check it out.
And for another chance to win, go over to Rachelle Christensen's blog . She was nice enough to make me look good- you're gonna lover her.
To win, e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org the answer to the following questions....
*Name one book that Rachelle wrote. *How many of her short stories were published by Story Time Felts? (hint... it's in the About Me section) *And, tell me your favorite YA genre so I can pick something nice out for you.
Today Marilyn Bunderson is giving away her book titled The Mark. Headon over to her blogfor your chance to win her YA fantasy romance that will have you turning the page. If you like a little mystery and suspense wrapped in there, you will love eating this one up.
For today's giveaway, you need to e-mail me (email@example.com) the answers to the following questions...
*Name one song on Marilyn's book playlist *What percent of her WIP (work in progress) has she completed? *Last but not least, you need to be a follower of her blog.
Good luck to all of you! I will be choosing a winner Friday. And speaking of winners, if you haven't signed up to win your favorite YA, today's your last chance!
It's not very often that I start my Tuesday with tears, but after a friend with a deployed husband sent this to me, I had to share it with you. Especially considering how the world is rallying together right now to bring aid where it is needed, here is a way to show that you care no matter where you may be.
I don't have the name of who wrote this. As a Company, Southwest Airlines is going to support 'Red Fridays.'
Last week I was in Atlanta , Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed One of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen.
Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camos. As they began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering.
When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and Cheered for, it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red-blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families.
Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal.
Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our Service men and women, a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said 'hi...'
The little girl then asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her...
The young soldier, who didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give to her daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.
The mother of the little girl, who said her daughter's name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter Courtney missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up.
When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second... Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military-looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it..
After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, 'I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you.' He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying 'your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon.'
The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet, he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event.
As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.
We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's good to be an American.
RED FRIDAYS ----- Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the 'silent majority'. We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers.
Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday - and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that.. Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar will wear something red.
By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers.
If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long before the USA is covered in RED. The first thing a soldier says when asked 'What can we do to make things better for you?' is.....We need your support and your prayers.
Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example.
We're starting the month of March giveaway with a surprise. The winner will receive a YA novel- and since I have a few to choose from, we'll wait and see what the lucky winner gets.
We have some exciting things coming up over the next three weeks. Check in often for the latest bloggers who are getting in on the fun.
Today's giveaway requirements....
*tell me what genre of YA is your favorite- I'll try to match the winner up with a book that fits *be a Very Cool Person (a follower of this blog) *include your e-mail in your comment so I can contact you if you win
I'll draw the winner on Wednesday March 16 using random.org.
For those of you who have been paying attention, this is the month I'm doing a great big giveaway. My new book Wings of Light will be released April 8 and I am excited to kick it off with a bang.
We'll get the party started next week. You're going to want to keep checking back. New things will be up for grabs VERY OFTEN and you won't want to miss your chance to win.
What do you win?
Mostly books. I'm going to be giving away lots of books.
But I do have a grand prize of an IPOD shuffle that we'll be giving away at the end of our fling. My kids are so jealous.
In the meantime, you'll never guess what is keeping me so busy.... and no, it's not writing. St. Patrick's Day is next week! Next week! I can't believe it's so close. So much to do. It's like Christmas, except that instead of buying presents, I'm learning dances. And helping in the costume department. And like Christmas, when St. Patrick's Day is over, I'll be able to go back to my normally scheduled life.
Kind of. I mean, I still have to study like crazy for my TCRG exams. But I'll get to write again. Oh, how I miss it.
And, can you hear the choirs of angels singing, I get to go to writers conferences!!! I miss that so much. I'm still not over missing the LTUE. So I'm making up for it by going to the SCBWI conference in April, the LDStorymakers conference in May and the CONduit in May. I'll be presenting at the last two.
And what could be better than a new book to really get my spring going? Yeah, I'm excited for my new release. It's gonna be fun.
Okay, I'll see you guys here next week. International players allowed! Too bad I don't get to deliver the books in person.
If you want to e-mail me, write firstname.lastname@example.org
My other e-mail still works too.
"Alvor" is a middle grade fantasy written for all ages and its award winning sequel "Wings of Light" is available too. The newest book is "Dancing with Black", a contemporary young adult book. Look for the last Alvor book to come out this summer! "Dipped in Dark" is the last of the series. But about me, I have a clogging studio in my backyard,I teach high school science full time, have five energetic and imaginative kids who all dance too, the perfect husband, three miniature horses, Two little dogs and most of the time, an hour or two a day to write.
Chapter 1 A New Book Erin sat on the back seat alone. The sound of laughter drowned out the drone of the school bus. It was amazing how much noise two fifteen year old boys could make. Soon it would be just her and her brother left for the thirty minute drive home. She thumbed through the yearbook. Grandpa Jessie always insisted on buying them each their own. “See you in the fall, man. Woo-hoo! It’s finally summer!” the boy shouted as he stepped off the bus. “Yeah! Have fun in Florida, you lucky dog!” Bain called back. The bus jerked down the street again. Bain got up and walked to the back. He sat backwards in the seat and looked at her. “Trade you,” he said. “I didn’t get to sign yours yet.” She handed him her book as he let his bounce on the seat next to her. She picked up his yearbook and let the page open randomly. Colorful permanent ink graced the page with hearts, smiley faces and lots of exclamation points. She turned the pages looking for a blank space. “I think I’ll just sign over top of my picture. It could only improve it.” Erin looked for the section where the black and white photo of her stared out. She took her red marker and wrote, “Here’s to the summer!” “Erin, didn’t you even go outside for the yearbook signing? There’s practically nothing written in here.” “Oh, I was talking to my chemistry teacher about my grade. I didn’t expect to see an A-. I was sure I had an A in there.” “The last day of school and you spend your time talking to a teacher on purpose? I think you might need professional help.” “Thanks.” “Anytime, little sister.” “Hey, only by ten minutes. “I’m still bigger than you.” He smiled with a crooked grin. He had her there. He was already almost six feet tall. At this rate, she was never going to catch up. He flipped back around in his seat so he was facing forward. She stared out the window. The trees walled the sides of the street in green. As they approached their village, the familiar Pennsylvania misted hills came into view. She loved seeing them every day from the bus after school. A purple butterfly flickered into view before it was gone again. That was one thing she loved most about her home. There were more butterflies here than any of the neighboring little towns. She never understood why there were so many gathered in her tiny village when only a few strays could be seen anywhere else. Maybe there was some kind of plant they loved in the hills. The ride home made her feel as though she was ominously leaving her familiar school. She loved school. It wasn’t that she really had very many friends, she just felt like she was somewhere when she was there. And during the school year she only had to live in an empty house at night. With Grandpa Jessie gone every Monday through Friday for work, the summer days dragged on in the quiet house. She watched as the houses began again to pass by her window and imagined what it would be like to have her mom greet her at the door. How many times had she let herself slip into the same daydream? She had to stop. It wasn’t like she should really miss her parents. She never even knew them.
“Wait up!” she called. “I can’t believe you still have so much energy after your run.” She could feel herself pant as she jogged to meet him. He didn’t even glance back. “It’s right over there,” he pointed. “I’ve never really gone this way before, but I found if you climb through a few bushes it opens up on the other side.” The landscape here was full and green. From the road they could only see a few feet into the foliage. High humidity and plenty of precipitation encouraged the trees, grass and plants to thrive. “Right,” she offered as she eyed the bushes. She hesitated. He just chuckled quietly and moved in. Beautiful as the greenery was, Erin was not fond of climbing through the mountain laurels that reached taller than her. Bain held the branches for her and helped her through the thick shrubs, all while somehow avoiding scratches from the dense vegetation. She was grateful he didn’t tease her when she tripped twice and then accidentally smacked him right in the face with a stray branch. He just laughed good-naturedly and kept going. “How far did you get this morning?” Erin asked as she tried to calculate the forest waiting for them. “Not too far, really, I just followed a trail for a few minutes. It kept going though, and we haven’t seen a new trail for a long time.” He gave her a smile as if trying to reassure her. “Don’t worry; this is going to be great.” “You didn’t waste any time finding a new place to explore this summer,” she said, trying to stall the hard hike ahead. “Did you bring all the regular gear in your backpack? We are going to need to mark the trees so we can find our way back.” “No worries. I am totally prepared, as always. There’s enough food to last a couple of days. What else could we need?” She couldn’t help but smile. It would take an enormous amount of food to actually satisfy him for a couple of days. After two hours, Erin was glad that Bain had come through with the water. They tied red twine around a few trees along the way so the trail back would be easier to find. The trees all seemed the same to her and Erin was sure she would never find her way back without the marks. Bain was a born compass though. He always seemed to know which direction they were going and how to find their way around. The bushes finally gave way into a clearing where the view made her stop in astonishment. She had seen houses that the founding fathers of this country built. Century-old homes could be found in their own village. Some were fancy, and some were not. But nothing she had ever seen could even begin to compare to the stark beauty that stood before them now. There in the lush grass stood a small cottage. It was petite, but astounding. The eaves were carved with skill into a curling Victorian pattern. Each window was framed with a lace-carved shutter. The whole structure was in different shades of wood. There was no paint to be found, but the colors that exuded from it were vibrant and contrasting. “Oh wow,” she breathed. “What? How?” She looked at Bain. He was just as mesmerized by the work of art as she was. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” he said. “It looks brand new but it couldn’t be. All around the grass and trees are untouched. There’s not even a worn path on the ground.” “What do you want to do?” She wasn’t sure if they had found a new treasure or if their adventure was at an end. “Eat lunch.” “Are you serious?” Bain just smiled. “Sure. I’m starving and if there is anyone in the house maybe they will see us and come out. Besides, I need some time to figure out what this place is and the easiest way to get in.” “You could try knocking.” He was already sitting on the grass pulling out the bag of food. She gave in and sat down too. They ate peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches while they puzzled out the little house. It could be a miniature mansion. The detail suggested that the cottage was built by someone who wished to explore all the avenues of master wood carving. It must have taken ages to chisel the wooden swirls and delicate squared patterns. The oddest part was that it looked brand new. She had seen the graying effect time had on some of the older wood houses in her village, but this place looked like it had been completed just yesterday. It was perfect. “Do you think anyone lives here?” she asked as she picked up an apple. “I was wondering that too. There is no electricity. No phone line. There is a chimney, but no wood pile. The grass looks like it has never been walked on. It’s maybe the weirdest thing I have ever seen. It doesn’t make sense to build this place and not hook it up at least to electricity.” “Maybe they’re not done yet. It could be a rich person’s summer cabin that they haven’t finished yet.” “I don’t know. It still doesn’t make sense. I think we should look around. I seriously doubt this place has been lived in.” “Well I’m still going to knock on the door,” Erin said as she got up and brushed off her pants. She walked up to the rich mahogany door and knocked loudly. “Is anyone there?” she called. It didn’t surprise her that no one answered. She tried the door handle just to see. The knob turned easily in her hand. “It’s open.” Bain started packing everything into his backpack. “What are you doing?” she asked. Knowing Bain, he would assume that this was their invitation nailed to the front door inviting them inside. “I bet no one is here. Don’t you want to take a look at the inside too? It’s not like we’re going to hurt anything, just look around.” He walked up to the door and winked at her as the brass knob turned smoothly under his hand. They stepped inside onto the shiny hardwood floor. There was a stone fireplace on one wall and several wooden chairs seated around the room. There were no switches or light fixtures on the golden pine ceiling. In the corner sat a small tree with delicate leaves of bright lime green that fluttered against the white bark without the benefit of a breeze. An oil lamp sat on a small table next to one of the chairs. “Who do you think owns this?” she asked. “I don’t know.” He inspected the chairs around the room. “You have to try this! The chair is so comfortable it’s like it was built just for me to sit in!” She just watched him, not sure what to make of this place yet. The next room appeared to be a historical museum’s kitchen display. In one corner sat an old fashioned oak box with a door. Inside was lined with metal. “I think I found the fridge,” she called. “And the stove,” he said as he leaned against the doorway. “I think you actually have to build a fire in the bottom of that thing for it to work. I don’t think I would want to bake cookies here.” He walked around the room inspecting the ancient appliances. “Check this out! It looks like this floorboard lifts up.” The wooden floor was shiny and smooth with a barely recognizable handle indenting just large enough for him to fit his fingers in. Erin knelt down and tried her fingernails in the crevice. A door began to rise as she tugged on it. She quickly let the floor drop back into place. “What are you waiting for?” he asked as he crouched down and pulled the door all the way open. She stared at the dark staircase and imagined rats and snakes below the unoccupied house. “Are you feeling brave?” he asked. His eyes shone with excitement as he grabbed the oil lamp from the table and lit it with one of his matches. He didn’t wait for her reply before descending the stairs. Erin wasn’t sure what would be worse, waiting alone in someone else’s cabin or following him into the cool dark cellar. She took a deep breath and started down the stairs. “There better not be any spiders,” she called as she caught up to the torch light. The walls were made of the same gray and white granite as the stairs. Specks of mineral reflected in the lamp light on the marbled walls. She touched the cold, flat wall. It felt as smooth as ice. It unexpectedly sparked a memory, as if she had been here before. But before she could grasp it, it was gone. She couldn’t help but notice that each step was carved with straight, perfectly squared edges. It was nothing like the cement steps that led down to the coal room in her house. Bain’s voice pierced the silence as he called up to her. “There are forty nine steps! That’s a pretty big cellar.” “What do you think they keep down here?” She hoped she sounded braver than she felt. Before she made it to the last step Bain lit several torches that lined the hallway. At least she would be able to see where they were going. Already, she could see a hallway extending impossibly far with openings leading into even more corridors. “It looks like an underground maze,” he said. “I wonder who lives here. Maybe they actually live underground.” It seemed reasonable enough. There was far more room under the house than above. Down the hall just a few feet from the stairs stood a grand looking entrance. It was the only door in sight. The tall double doors bore the same exquisite carving as the front of the cottage. Above the door, swirling letters formed words carved in several languages. Erin recognized the German and French, but was only sure of the one in English. “‘Room of Truth’,” she read out loud. “What is that supposed to mean?” “‘To enter here you must tell a truth. The inner eye sees only truth. What do you wish to see?’” Bain read. “Maybe we should knock.” “Now you want to knock?” “Maybe you have to tell the door what you wish to see if you want to enter.” He continued as if he hadn’t heard her. “You can’t be serious. We’re going to talk to the door?” But even as she spoke, an odd sensation enveloped her. The cool stone cellar no longer seemed imposing, but like something she had seen in a dream. Even the door was tugging at a lost memory. How did she know this place? She stepped forward and closed her eyes. “I wish to see the truth,” she spoke in an even tone. She wasn’t sure why she knew what to say, but it all was so familiar, as if she had done this before. The towering double doors opened. She stepped inside the cavernous room as the doors closed immediately behind her. The walls were the same granite stone as the stairwell had been. The large room was empty with the exception of a podium that stood in the center. On it sat a large, leather bound book. The cover was decorated in scrolls and patterns similar to the ones on the house and door. Letters moved before her eyes and suddenly the cover read The Book of Knowledge. Just then the doors swung slowly open and Bain stepped into the room. His broad grin clearly marked how pleased he was to have won the contest with the door. ”Bain, what happened to you? You are glowing white!” “What are you talking about? I’m not glowing, but that book is. Do you see that? It’s shining bright blue! How is it doing that?” He walked over to the table. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him; a white halo engulfed his whole body. What had that door done to him? She checked the book to see if it had started to glow, but it sat there just as before, a beautiful brown leather book. “Why do you think it’s glowing like that?” he asked. “Do you think this place is radioactive or something?” “I can’t see anything coming off the book, but you are still glowing white. Can’t you see yourself?” She was starting to wonder what was wrong with both of them. She spotted a mirror on the far wall and grabbed Bain’s arm. “Come look at yourself,” she insisted. She pulled him in front of the mirror and watched his face. He did seem to look worried. “I look the same, Erin. Something must have happened to us when we came into the room. I’m not sure what, but we’ll figure it out.” He put his arm around her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll still love you even if you do think I’m a glow worm.” “Maybe we should check out the book.” “At least we won’t need a flashlight to read it. It has its own super charged light.” She tried to give him a stern look, but he seemed convinced. Shrugging, she touched the butter soft cover and pulled it open. It seemed to set itself open to the first page. You have entered into the first steps of becoming a new creature. Only truth will allow you to enter here. An honest heart is the only key to opening this book and new doors. The gifts you received in this room are yours to prove. Choose wisely. We are seeking the pure in heart. Your journey begins. She tried to turn the page, but it was as if it had turned to stone. She could not even lift a corner.