This is my stop during the blog tour for Willows of Fate (Lands of the Sun and Stone series #1) by Suzanna J Linton. This blog tour is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 3 till 16 October, you can view the
complete tour schedule on the website of Lola’s Blog Tours.
Willows of Fate (Lands of the Sun and Stone series #1)
by Suzanna J Linton
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Age category: Adult
Release Date: October 3, 2014
Blurb:
Know thyself...
All her life, Desdemona has seen things others haven't. Dragons, knights, dwarves, kids with three eyes. Heeding her mother's advice, she keeps silent about this and struggles through life, pretending everything is normal.
At her mother's death, Desdemona returns to a home haunted with memories but she is determined to not be shaken from what little normalcy she has. However, when her brother is murdered and she uncovers a family secret, Desdemona realizes that there is more to what she sees. Perhaps a whole other world, one that's willing to kill to have her as its own.
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Suzanna Linton became a writer the first day she picked up a pencil, scribbling happily in magazines and books. Growing up in (very) rural South Carolina, she was steeped in legends and ghost stories and was surrounded by her mother's ever-growing book collection. She graduated from Francis Marion University with a degree in Professional Writing and bounced from job to job until she landed in a library, where she met her now-husband. She lives with him in South Carolina with their two dogs and cat.
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Three police cruisers sit in the cul-de-sac of the nursing
home with an officer standing on the broad path leading up to the glass double
doors of the building, using the butt of his taser as a place to rest his arm.
We come to a stop behind the third cruiser and get out.
As we approach, Eric pulls out his badge and holds it up.
“Corporal Malvagomez,” he says. “Is Miss Irick still here?”
“Yes, sir.” He leads the way toward the doors. “And she
ain’t happy, sir. Her doctor, Dr. Hyatt, says this is aggravating her
condition. She’s a schizophrenic and having cops show up like this is kind of a
schizophrenic’s worst nightmare.”
He pulls the door open and a strident voice washes over us.
“Send them away! Send them away! They’re gonna take my
things. They’re gonna take me away. Where’s Sadie? I want Sadie!”
“That’s her,” the cop says as we enter the lobby. He leads
us down a hallway to the left, the nurse at the receptionist’s desk glaring at
us like we just tracked in dog crap.
“They’re in the day room,” the officer continues. “The rest
of the patients were cleared out when she started upsetting them. The doctor
wanted to put her in her room on the ward and sedate her, but we thought it’d
be better to keep her out in the open until you got here.”
That doesn’t sound better at all. I take a deep breath,
bracing myself. What will I see? A vision of an older version of the girl in
the photos, dressed in a pink bathrobe and with scraggly red hair and wild
brown eyes, fills my mind.
In reality, Samantha is dressed for a day at the mall in a
sleeveless white dress with a pale yellow rose pattern and white sandals. Her
red hair, with small threads of gray, is brushed back and braided. I recognize
my mother in the shape of her mouth and nose, in the way she holds herself rigid
with arms wrapped tight around her waist. Mama used to hold herself like that
whenever she was very afraid.
Samantha turns toward us as we enter and her mouth drops
open. “You.” Pure joy floods her face like sunlight falling through storm
clouds, and she runs up to me, laying hands on either side of my face as she
gazes deeply into my eyes. “There you are.”
Something within me surges, like a flare of recognition. It
stuns me and I don’t pull away. Staring up into eyes darker than my mother’s,
the urge to cry nearly overwhelms me, but not tears of fear or sadness. Tears
of joy at being found.
“You know me?” I whisper. “I’m Sadie’s daughter. Desdemona.”
She blinks and her eyes refocus. “Oh.” Her hands drop. “I
thought you were someone I knew.” She turns away, wandering back over to the
window.
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