Blurbs.

Vitality:

Because who are you if you're not yourself? And who are you without the ones you love? And what's the point then? Never give up.

Fragility:

When everything you've ever known is taken from you, where do you go? What do you do? How do you survive? You get them back.

Brutality:

Always running, always scared, when do you decide it's time to fight back? Now.

Olivia.

Olivia Curphrey

Not your normal 20 year-old. Olivia was born with the ability to heal others. She has had to hide this from the world as there are Trackers out there who want to find out why she can do this. As far as she knows, she is the only one with this power. She got it from her mother. When she uses her ability to heal her sister, a Tracker finds out and she knows she must leave. Leaving her family and friends behind, she sets out to hide. Her journey brings her to Vancouver, where with a new name and new look, she tries to live as normal of a life as possible. But when she meets Cole, someone she can talk to and enjoys being around, she's not sure what to do. Does she tell him what she's capable of? Or does she keep running before she calls too much attention to herself again and gets caught? How far will she go to make sure that herself and her family are safe? Will she give up what could be real love to safe herself? Or will she risk it all to finally be happy?

Vitality

The heart is a fragile thing. It hurts when it’s whole or broken. One bump and you have to scrape the shattered pieces from the ground. Too much and it bursts at the seams, exploding inside of you. Either way, it kills you. Is it worth it?

When you’re young, your parents read you fairy tales where good always prevails over evil. In these stories there are clear good guys and clear bad. The good ones are princesses and princes, pure and virtuous. The bad are witches and magicians with the abilities to manipulate their words and actions. The princes fight the magicians with their swords. The princesses fend off the witches with love (if they don’t all for the trap first). In the end, the enemies are dead and the price and princess live happily ever after.

If you’re born with the ability to do both good and bad, than what side do you belong on? Do I get the sword in my chest or the happily ever after?

If there are only good people and bad, than I am the good and the Trackers are the bad. Problem is they can disguise themselves just like the witches and magicians, and make themselves look harmless. They could be the old lady with the apple or the man promising a better life. They are everywhere and nowhere, hiding around every corner and lurking in the shadows. How do you run when you don’t know who you’re running from?

At least I’m not a helpless princess. I carry my sword in my fingers and I carry my innocence in my eyes and I may have some of my own magic up my sleeves.

Finished.

It's done. My first novel is officially done. After that long summer of thinking that I wouldn't be able to do it, that it was going to be too hard after losing what I lost, it's done. I'm so proud of myself right now. I'm so glad I could do it. I'll post a summary of it on here soon (once I write one) so that you'll actually know what it's about. Basically it's about a girl who can heal people and there is a group after her that wants to experiment on her. So she runs and starts a new life. Things get complicated obviously once a boy comes into the picture. My head is already swimming with ideas for the sequel.

I'll have to write up a query and get this baby out into the real world. Such a good feeling right now.

It's happening.

I've actually been writing the beginning of my novel these past few days. These are the pages I lost when my computer died. These are the words that have been written already and this is me finding them again and connecting this story together. I'm at the climax of the novel, and I guess I've realized that I can't write the ending until I've written the beginning. It just seems more fitting that way. So here I am, actually writing it. It's been easy to write the rest most of the time, but I've been having trouble with the beginning. I know why, we all know why. It's hard to go back and write something you've already written and lost. But I'm doing it. I can't say that it's better or worse than the original, but it doesn't matter. The original doesn't exist anywhere anymore. This is the only beginning. The first thing I'm going to do when this is done is back it up. Then I'm going to bask in it for a while and then I'm going to try and sell it. I've already got ideas spinning in my head for the sequel. Knowing me, I'll have it all written before (if anything) comes of it. But all that matters is that I've written it. All that matters is that it exists. It would be icing on the cake for it to be published.

One step at a time. First I must finish it.

Another except from Vitality

Could I be that girl? Could I live a normal life in any city I want and just be free? Could I fall in love without fear of hurting anyone? Could I be myself and be with my family? Is it even possible to live a normal life with this blood flowing through my veins? Will that ever be possible? I can’t stay here long, it’s already too dangerous, and he’s already got a hold on me.

Will I ever stop running? Will I ever be safe?

The only option I have now is to leave, to keep going, to separate myself from everyone I love or could love and hide.

Cole’s words swim through my head.

“Sometimes you have to sacrifice things to do what you love. What do you want most in this whole world?”

I didn’t have an answer for him, but now, soaked to the bone and standing outside my apartment, I realize what I want.

“I want to be free,” I whisper, the words tumbling from my trembling lips.

I can’t tell him why and he doesn’t ask. He just looks at me like he understands, like none of us are free. His hair is matted to his forehead, clear droplets of water dripping down onto his nose and mouth. His shirt clings to his toned chest and all of me just wants to bring him upstairs and dry him up. That’s what a normal girl would do.

“Why does the caged bird sing?” he asks, his eyes dark under the soft light of the building lobby.

“Because he’s safe?” I answer quickly, thinking maybe I was better in my cage in Freedom, safe from any harm.

But was I safe? They still found me and I still had to run. I’ll always have to run. If I were in a cage, that would just make it easier for them. I’ll never be safe.

“Because her heart is still free,” he says, his soft voice tingling the hairs on my ear.

I didn’t even notice him step closer to me. I can see every muscle beneath his shirt now, the fabric a part of his skin. I blink my eyes away from his chest and focus on the wall behind him.

“Just never forget that no one can control your heart Tave.”

Excerpt from Vitality

“You’re hiding something from me,” Cole says, his fork stabbed into a piece of fish. “Your eyes are betraying your secret.”

Yes, I am hiding something from you. I’m hiding a lot of things from you. Like my name, my ability to heal people, my ability to take from people, where I’m actually from and why I’m actually here.

“I actually hate fish,” I wince, partly from the look on his face and partly from the lie.

“I knew it!” he exclaims, dropping his fork onto his plate. “So why’d you get it then?”

“Well you were raving about it and how it’s the best fish in Vancouver, I figured I needed to try it.”

“But alas, no luck eh? Still not a fish girl?”

“Definitely not,” I say, even though this is the best fish I have ever had.

“Well I thank you for being honest with me now, but you know, you could have just told me before. I wouldn’t have been offended or anything. In fact, the way I could tell you had a secret just made everything worse. I don’t like secrets.”

Great. This would go well down the road wouldn’t it?

“Who does?” I ask, shrugging my shoulders. “The truth is the best.”

How do the lies just spill off my tongue and out my mouth without worrying about the consequences? When did I become like this? Have I always been like this? I have had to lie to people all my life about who I really am. There are only two people who truly know who I am. So I guess I’ve just become a very good liar over time. This was bound to blow up in my face eventually.

“Some secrets can be good,” Cole says, drawing my attention back to him and his chocolate eyes peering into mine. “I mean, a little mystery is sexy.”

I won’t worry about this blowing up anytime soon. The only things blowing up around here are my nerves and my heart.

“Well, there are other foods I don’t like, but I won’t say what they are,” I say, a smirk twitching the side of my mouth.

Cole’s mouth erupts into a full grin and he leans back in his chair, studying me. I don’t look away.

“Well, we need to get a room. Your aura of mystery has got me all hot and bothered!”

I know he’s kidding and I laugh at his joke, but we still stare at each other and I know that there is more than just a joke there. The tension darting between us on the table is loud and erratic. There’s no calming it down. Anything we do from here on out will just set it off even more.

Am I ready to go down that road?