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Today I’m on the ‘The Lost Truth of April Dark’ blogtour, organized by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author :
C. Iron spent her childhood immersed in fantasy and mystery stories. Later on, she graduated in English Philology and continued doing what she likes most – writing. When she is not dealing with her passion, she can be found at the archery range by an enormous lake practising traditional archery. Currently, she teaches adults as she loves spending time with people.
MYSTERY. MAGIC. ADVENTURE.
An entertaining and uplifting tale of dark secrets.
As April’s world is shattered by an anomalous disease and her eventual death, April regains consciousness in a mesmerisingly magical world, which is strangely familiar.
The path to discovering the truth, however, demands tremendous courage from April, forcing her to get involved in the bitter conflict between Makrav – an evil occupier of many kingdoms – and the insurgents, among whom April finds unexpected friends.
But as the journey gets more complicated and dangerous, what hunts April most is that it seems her past has more to do with Makrav than with the insurgents…
What April doesn’t know is that she’s running out of time to do what she has come back for, and that the truth is far more complex than anyone would expect…
April, a young puppet-like girl, didn’t know these were her last hours.
One drop. Two drops. Three drops. Her eyes focused on the inside of a drip, her chest lighter at once. The steady rhythm was the reverse of the surrounding chaos.
‘Miss,’ her doctor had said a few months before, ‘your case is odd, I’m afraid… the disease is fierce, ferocious almost. I’ve seen nothing like this before, not in my twenty years of service…’
That day she’d fallen into the darkest hole that had no bottom.
Everything was so strange. First, the anomalous disease, and then… April tried to blame the medicine she had to take, but since the illness had struck, odd things had been happening, as though someone was watching her. Yet again, she had the feeling of someone’s eyes on her. April peered at the ceiling. Stop this, she told herself. It’s just the side effect of the pills.
April squeezed her starched bedsheet, and once more tried to focus on the rhythm of the dripping drops when the door flew open, and her mum entered the room.
‘April, darling, look, I’ve finally printed the photographs.’
Not the photos… What a stupid idea it was, an idea to immortalise April’s fight with the disease so that April could see, when she unquestionably recovered, what a strong person she was. Now they were there to remind April she’d fought. And only for that.
Her hands stirred in an involuntary attempt to tear the photos apart before she took conscious control of her hands and rested them on her stomach. Why couldn’t the entire world leave her be?
‘Mummy—’ April glanced at her mother. Puffiness encircled her eyes and red colour marked them, and yet a warm smile always lightened up her face. Her mother could have come back home after a twelve-hour shift at work or have just received a message that her father had died, but the smile still stayed on. For April.
How could she cast these photos aside seeing her mother doing her best?
‘Great, let’s see the fighting baldie,’ she said.
“Fighting baldie” was a terrible nickname, April decided, but taking the mickey out of the whole situation was better than brooding on it.
The Magic of Wor(l)ds