My first book is being released July 2, 2012 and I am crazy busy preparing! (and teaching all day...)
Excerpt:
As I reached the woman she looked up at me with stark
pleading in her eyes. “I didn’t see him! Please, I need help!”
Crouching down beside them, I carefully laid my hands on
the whimpering dog. It looked like a husky, probably a sled dog. He or she was
still breathing, but it was labored and loud. I could also see blood on its
soft white fur. My heart instantly
melted and reached out to the poor creature with its pain-filled, whisky-brown
eyes that seemed to beg me to do something. Despite the
gut-wrenching plea, I felt helpless, sheer happenstance had brought this poor
animal to this end and I had no power to save it from its fate.
Hesitantly, I reached my hands out and laid them on the
poor dog’s head and its eyes seemed to tell me that it knew its fate. Tears flowed
and the image of the dog blurred. I felt its pain as my own as I closed my eyes
in sheer anguish.
Please, I prayed, as
tears dripped on its blood smeared fur, let this beautiful creature be okay.
Suddenly, something came alive inside me like a dam bursting its banks, and a
great tidal wave of energy flowed through me from my very core. It was so
strong it made me shake and my legs, cramping in the crouch, almost gave way.
A surge of pure power seemed to drive through my hands
into the dog as I concentrated my thoughts on it and then all I could see and
feel was hot, white light surrounding me for a few brief incredibly thrilling
seconds. The light blinded me, its power as strong as the noonday sun. I was
electrified with a sense of pure aliveness. Like I was at the pinnacle
of my strength and I could arise up and fill the world with goodness and
healing. Then, just as suddenly, the floodgates in my mind closed and the white
hot energy retreated back into my hands that began to shake violently with the
excess energy.
The sensation left as abruptly as it had come and I fell
back exhausted from the effort. The dog whimpered, shook itself and sat up. It
looked at the two of us as if nothing had happened, its brown eyes shining and
its tail wagging as if it didn’t even remember the last few minutes of its
life.
The woman looked at me with such wonder that her eyes
were huge in her round face. “How could this be? One minute I thought it was
dying, then you came along and now it’s up and fine? It doesn’t make any
sense.” The woman shook her head, unwilling to believe her own eyes.
I knew exactly what she meant. Under the sense of
complete exhaustion I was now aware of was the feeling that the world had slid
sideways and then realigned itself in a new configuration.
Standing up, I felt immediately light-headed and woozy
and stumbled forward from severe vertigo, catching myself from falling just in
time.
“I don’t know—I guess it wasn’t—as hurt as you
thought—it must have just been stunned.” I tried to put a sensible spin on
recent events, my tongue feeling wooden and clumsy in my mouth. My slurred words
made me sound drunk or slow I realized from a muddled distance, my voice
echoing in my head.
“But didn’t you see the bright light just before the dog
got up?” The woman was not to be deterred from her new sense of wonder.
I knew I had to get away, but an overwhelming sense of
fatigue was slowing down my reaction time and was it was like being forced to
move in deep, heavy water.
“Who are you?” The woman asked, her tone blunted
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