That was—until I saw her.
She made the world silent again, and the guilt retreated. She was my angel—my everything.
The day I found her, I knew she was beyond the sanctioned point of saving, but she was so small, so innocent, that already I loved her. In that moment I had to change, and in that moment, I broke the rules. I couldn’t let her go, knowing that if I did, my fight to remain here would be over. I couldn’t let her slip away from me. I had to help her to live.
Now, I fear that it was the wrong thing to do. I should have let her go. I should have gone with her. It was a selfish mistake to bring her back. Because of my actions, she suffers as I do.
Diary of Jane Taylor
When I think of death, I don’t see what everyone else does. There’s a soft whisper when you find it, and a voice telling us that everything will be okay.
We never die alone, because they are always there watching over us, protecting us, and guiding us. They are silent, like a simple gust of wind, but it is in that wind that our world can change.
Mine did.
When the accident happened, and my father died, I was there. I saw them. I can’t remember their faces, but I know they weren’t human.
There were two - one was the murderer, and one was my knight. I was spared. Ever since, the nightmares of death haunt me.
Somewhere deep inside, I know that I should have died.
Coming Spring
2010
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About The Author…
Abra Ebner was born in Seattle where she still lives. Growing up in the city, as well as the mountains of the North Cascades at her family cabin, has granted her the experience of a life full of creativity and magic. Her craving for adventure has taken her into the many reaches of the forest, instilling in her the beauty of a world not our own, in a place where anything can happen and will. Her studies in Australia, as well as travels to England, Scotland, Germany, and Switzerland, have also played as a colorful backdrop to her characters, experiences, and knowledge. Come visit the untouched world of Feather, a place where eternal love, magic, beauty, and adventure are just the beginning.
Special Thanks To...
My Mom and Dad
My brother for the amazing cover images
My late grandfather for his name,
Edgar
My editor for teaching me a few
things about grammar, and wine.
My friends that were there all along,
you know who you are...
and of course my Edgar,
my husband, Erik.
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Edgar A. Poe
1809 - 1849
Over a century of your joy...