Hi, *|FNAME|*. It’s Ivey. The girl from Horizon, remember? My author isn’t here today so it’s just me and you. Great, isn’t it?
Well, I just wanted to thank you again for downloading my story and the Amazonia gift I gave out last Christmas. If you missed it, you can grab it here. (9.8mb).
It’s great to no longer work for the Secret Circle. Amazonia was trouble enough. But it was worth finding myself. Yeah, that’s the thing that had always been bothering me. The question always drifted in my mind like a cloud moving in circles in the sky.
You see, before I found out the truth, before Warren found me and my life took a tailspin, way back while I was growing up… I felt like I was growing lost. If that makes any sense.
It was Aadrika’s cat/mouse game. Moving here. Then leaving. Abandoning friends. I was without roots.
You know the song Jungles by Stepdad? The soundtrack in Fifa 2013? Well, somewhere in the song they sing:
“We don’t belong to ourselves at the mercy of the cats, we belong to places, to places.”
I can easily claim that I had myself. Through the madness in Amazonia. Through the gunshots, in the midst of fire and the blue smoke drifting away from the ashes of hybrid dinosaurs. But I never felt like that. I never really knew me. I fell in love with the action wholeheartedly, because I was so desperate to hold onto something.
I had lust for my identity.
I felt torn apart. Leaving pieces of my heart scattered all over Asia and Europe. And then being swept off my feet, mercilessly into a world roaming with dinosaurs, blood and bravery. And of course, the most beautiful and breathtaking landscapes I had ever seen.
I was breathless. Stolen. Gone. It was like a fantasy.
After my return from Amazonia, I had a psychiatrist help me… heal my wounds. Help me move on after so much. It took a while but I finally got back to normal. And I was able to hold a spoon at the table without seeing dragons out the window.
You didn’t expect all of that to vanish after the fight did you?
If you can read between the lines then I guess you already know that my story was all about discovering my identity. And I finally did. Right here:
Sparkle is barking beside me. He loves watching the sunset. The sun reminds me of one thing: identity. It’s all I want.
And at the horizon where the sun becomes the ocean and the sky drifts with a deep shade of pink, spilling into the clouds like cotton candy, I smile because I can see my face.
Horizon, epilogue. (Click on identity to get the book on Smashwords or on the banner that says “Available Now” to get it on Amazon.)
But the journey doesn’t have to end there. There’s an online book party for Horizon starting Friday (today), 17th 10pm GMT. If you missed the message last time, then here’s what’s happening in brifef:
The Online party will be held for one hour on my author’s Facebook page Douglaswriter. Click the F icon under his bio to view it.
There will be prizes to win! Book talks and very possibly a special guest interested composing a soundtrack for my story. So come on and have some fun!!
Thanks for hanging with me. Was great talking to you. If you battle with identity in life just like me and Douglas then share in the comments or reply to this email.
Have a great day and please don’t miss the party session on Friday. It’s the most important one.
Love & Nuddles!