Release Date: Coming in 2013 TBA
BOOK SUMMARY:
A horrific accident on a rain slicked
mountainside and permanent paralysis from the waist down.
25 year old Lily Wade has to relearn simple, everyday activities just to live a
seemingly normal life.
Opal—a precocious child in her rehabilitation group—teaches Lily about living
joyfully after
surviving an immense tragedy and how to
find peace within the pain.
To keep a promise made, Lily must dust off her once beloved cello and connect
with the music she’s kept locked inside a velvet lined case for nearly a
decade.
TEASER:
The headlights of Darren’s extended cab
Chevy swung from left to right as he took the switch back curves much faster
than normal. Lines of tension formed beside his mouth, and his usually relaxed
hands clutched the black leather steering wheel in a white knuckle death grip.
Something about the way he pumped the brakes wasn’t quite right, and the
momentum of the truck was picking up instead of slowing down.
Lily wanted to ask if everything was okay,
but didn’t dare distract him from what was quickly becoming a dangerous
situation. Deep ingrained reflex made her tug on the strap of her seat belt to
ensure it would hold if the worst case scenario played itself out.
She’d ventured East with her boyfriend to
explore and get away from the stifling rules of her parents. They had come into
Western North Carolina via the Blue Ridge Mountains and immediately fallen in
love with the place. Eclectic Asheville stole her heart with its combination of
forward movement and backwards thinking. Only in that particular valley,
surrounded by some of the oldest mountains in the world, could one community
find the wherewithal to support so many varied lifestyle modalities. From the
redneck–hillbilly descendants of the original Scottish settlers, to the new
agers, dirty hippies, and flamboyant gays—Asheville catered to them all.
Lily wanted to share the exuberance of the
area with her family, but suddenly feared the chance to do so would come at the
cost of a glossy wooden box. Tears filled her eyes as she swallowed past a lump
forming in her throat. She didn’t want to die.
“Aww, FUCK!”
Darren’s barely whispered expletive caught
Lily’s attention as the tail end of the truck swung around. Suddenly they were
facing the way they’d come. On any other day Darren would’ve calmly turned the
wheel until the truck righted itself. For some reason the beast didn’t respond
to his handling. The vehicle continued to spin until something in the front end
snapped, and Lily stared in horror. One of the tires flew away from the truck,
and in that instant she realized what people said was true—in the moments
before death time slows down as the brain processes everything in minute
detail.
Bright headlamps illuminated the
surrounding forest as the front end of the truck crashed down onto the road.
Heavy metal screeching on asphalt filled Lily’s ears only to be replaced with
the sound of trees snapping beneath the force of a full sized pick-up rolling
down the side of a mountain.
Up became down, and Lily’s insides
threatened to come out as she was jerked about behind the increasingly tighter
band of her protective belt. If she’d been sitting next to Darren her head
would’ve been spared the repetitive abuse of being tossed against the passenger
window. Lily didn’t want to scream out her fear, but found she had no control
over her vocal cords—her screeches of distress echoed in the confined space
until the imploding windshield drowned her out. Shards from the window flew
towards them, cutting her neck and face as they tumbled around inside the cab.
Everything stopped all at once. The
crashing roll of the truck, the cutting of the glass shards, even Lily’s
screams. The Chevy landed on its side with her hanging by her seat belt,
staring down at the unconscious form of her boyfriend. The smell of gasoline
filled the air and Lily felt the spike of adrenaline wash through her nervous
system.
“Darren! Darren, wake up!” She yelled as
loud as her constricted lungs would allow behind the crushing force of the
nylon strap. “Darren, we have to get out of this truck!”
Darren remained unconscious, and Lily
refused to give into the blind panic threatening to take over. Breathing deep
she quickly surveyed her position and the quickest escape route. The windshield
had completely shattered, making that the only way out of the wreckage as the
door above her wouldn’t budge when she tried pushing it open. Grabbing hold of
the oh-shit handle, she pulled the weight of her body off the belt and pushed
the release button. Blinding heat zipped through her body as she crashed face
first against Darren's side and was knocked out cold by the force of their
skulls connecting.
****
Something wet trickled down the side of her
face just before an excruciating pain exploded behind her eyes, and Lily knew
she was about to have the mother of all migraines. She thought to press the
heels of both hands against her throbbing eye sockets, but found her body
remained motionless against the command. A soft moan beneath her was worrying,
though she couldn’t think why. The muscle of her shoulder flexed involuntarily
and a jolt of pain flashed down her spine, stopping abruptly in her hips. A
deep breath meant to calm her frantic thoughts brought more pain and then the
blessed blackness.
****
“Hang in there little lady. We’ve almost
got you out.”
Lily whimpered as a sudden shock of agony
rippled through her arms and torso, but the sound of someone talking eased her
anxiety. She wasn’t alone—thank god. The voice became a life line she clung to
with her mind until sweet oblivion pulled her back into its warm embrace.
****
“They rolled down the side of Mount Pisgah.
From what I can gather she was pinned in place by her seat belt, until she
managed to undo it and then fell against his side.”
The conversation felt a million miles away.
Surely they weren’t talking about her. Before she could give it another
thought, the air was filled with excited chatter and frantic movements. She
wanted to open her eyes and see what was going on, but her lids were too heavy
to lift. Moving the muscles of her body required a strength she didn’t possess
and fear flooded her thoughts as she cried out in frustration. The air she
pulled through her nose tasted strange on the back of her tongue. Oblivion
stretched out its arms and Lily went into them without a fight.
Find out more about Opal's
Song and it's release
A portion of all
proceeds from Opal's Song will be donated
to help children
with disabilities...more information forthcoming.
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