The shivers explode on my skin, but I continue to climb.ĭown below, the inky center is as if devoured by the snakes. As I look around, I find the highest point and climb up to have a peek. The surface blurs the hidden image before I can grasp what it is. The water breaks into many shades of blue and creates an abstract puzzle. The inky lines travel to the center like slithering snakes. In the pool, where the water gathers, is some sort of substance. The whooshing sound propels me to find it. The black cloud of crows arrests my heart, and I hold my chest, stalling my breath. My head snaps towards the flock of birds flying above my head. The air is saturated with the promise of danger, and I’m afraid to make a sound. A chilly gust of air tries to knock me down, urging me to walk somewhere. My toes wiggle, trying to untangle from the green threads. I stand on the soft, yet coarse moss with bare feet. Thank you for teaching me to dream and hope. I love you fiercely.Īnd to my Grandma, a woman who introduced me to the magic of storytelling. Thank you for doing everything for me while I am inside my head. I am grateful that you supported my dream and allowed me to grow. To my husband and my amazing boys, who inspire me to write and dream every day. It involves strong language and sexual situations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.ĭisclaimer: This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Entwined with you chapter 1