Sandra Hults
Author
My December
Current reading: The Godfather Returns
Inspired by: Heavy, My December Pick a Linkin Park song tonight
So, I wish I could find the right words to describe such a loss. The music industry lost a great creator today. I love this band. I have followed their evolution since Hybrid Theory. That album has so many songs that talk to me. I remember hearing Closer on the radio for the first time and I was like “okay guys, I’m listening.” The next song that hooked me was Crawling. The song that made me go out in the album was In The End. Once I listened to the album as a whole, the song Papercut stuck with me.
I thought, at the time and quite mistakenly, that they were a one genre, one style kind of band and then someone played My December for me. So much heartache lingered in that song. I remember crying the first time I heard it because I was fighting my own demons at the time. I remember the chord it struck. I still have a hard time with this song. It’s so…achingly lonely. I can listen to it now without tears but it still makes my heart hurt.
As time went on, more of their songs hooked me but I don’t think I really started listening to them closely until I heard the song “What I’ve Done.” That song is about atonement. It’s my interpretation, if you disagree, well good for you. =P Then I started going back and catching up. Now, I write to their music. There something in the tenor and lyrics that inspire me. It’s with that in mind that I started the writing below. This has no bearing on future or past plotlines, just kind of a what if in my writer’s mind.
Thank you for the impact your music had, and still has on my life. You will be missed.
Another moment more, Alexandra. Please. Nicholas snapped awake with a gasp. In dreams, she haunted him. In his dreams, she laughed, she breathed, she teased him without mercy. Fate took her first and left him to rot, he felt. Sea-shaded eyes and platinum curls danced just beyond his field of vision. Fate above he missed her. In a sudden rage Nicholas swatted the alarm clock from the bedside stand.
He cursed. What he wanted most in this world he could not have. To Nicholas, this was Fate’s path for him—suffer and wait. Just thinking about the fact exhausted him. Why hadn’t the cup passed to another? Nicholas watched his children; his grandchildren pass on but the burden of Johl’s book remained with him. The thought annoyed him more than he could give voice to. The temptation to just let the world burn was strong. Yet, in his mind, his duty was a yoke that he continued to pull. Like a faithful jackass. He thought with a scowl.
Fate’s tides were swirling around Kaylen Burke; he could see the path ahead clearer than the woman herself. He knew soon enough an adversary would present themselves.
Yet he could not find it in his heart to care about this conflict. All that he loved and knew was gone. You said once that duty’s halls were cold, beloved. How could you have known I would walk them without you? If she had, his beloved Sorceress never said a word. He knew she never would have. What would be would be, she would have said. If she were here. If this, if that, if solved nothing. If did not return her to his arms!
In frustration, Nicholas plowed his fingers through his graying hair and rose from bed. Again, he was alone in his prayers. The small altar in his bedchamber was a relic by today’s standards. Tess Starson and Emma Jacobs blessed the small marble stone for them the day they were wed. Engraved in the stone were their names, the date they were wed. This stone would go for a fortune in the modern world. Historians would have a field day with the names and dates engraved. In the modern world, it would be the only proof of their lives together.
For him, their life lived on within. Fate grant me the strength to carry this burden alone but, forgive me my wish to be with her, with them… these trials are too much this time. Light grant me the peace to see it through. In a whisper of movement, Nicholas would have sworn he felt her gentle, familiar touch. “Fate let me come home.” He whispered. For the first time in his long, long life Nicholas Taltos lost hope in the world surrounding him.
Just a snippet that twirled out of my fingertips, dear readers. I promise you. It was just an idea that came through while listening to that song. I do not know that I could do that to the poor man. He’s suffered enough, I think.
In random bits of news, head over to my Facebook page to check out teasers for the Maeselorian series and the new book Shadow’s Journey. My editor, the amazing and talented, Kymber Nations, has been gracious enough to help me design some absolutely gorgeous images that I get to share with you as the release date for the new book approaches. Please, check them out. Comment, like the page and hang out. I have a lot more in store as the days get closer.
Stay tuned to Facebook Live on October 1, 2017 at 7:30 PM EST for the cover reveal of Shadow’s Journey. Here are the teasers I have posted so far. The first is from the upcoming novel, Shadow’s Journey. The second is from book two, Duty’s Song.
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Take care!
Sandra Hults 