A Treat: TLR 4 Excerpt

In celebration of the 3,728 (14 pages-worth) of words I’ve written today, I decided to let everyone else in on my celebration as well. For all of my awesome readers, who have been so patient as they wait for me to hurry and finish TLR 4, I decided to reward everyone with a small treat. Before you read, be warned that this is an UNEDITED excerpt and you will probably be left with more questions than answers–what can I say? I’m a tease. I might also advise you you all to grab your tissues.

Enjoy, my loves! 🙂

THE LOST REALM BOOK 4 EXCERPT

When her surroundings finally stilled, Emma saw that she was standing in what looked to be a hallowed tree. It was the only observation she had time to make before she noticed the other occupant of the area.
“Tristan!” she exclaimed as she fell onto her knees beside him. She reached out to touch him, feeling furious and powerless when her hands went right through him. “Tristan, can you hear me?”
It was a stupid thing to ask. Of course he couldn’t hear her, not when she was nothing more than a lingering spirit and him injured and incoherent. Still, Emma felt comforted speaking to him, even if he wasn’t able to answer her.
“I apologize for what I am about to do,” an animalistic voice said from behind her.
Emma turned to look at the mossy bearded man and the dagger in his hands. Her heart clenched as she wondered what he was going to use the dagger for, and then unclenched in confusion as the strange man held the blade over the pit of flames. Only then did she notice the strap of leather wedged between Tristan’s teeth.
“Oh God.”
For his part, the bearded man tried to be swift as he firmly pressed the hot blade against the giant, unsightly welt on Tristan’s neck. There was a sizzling hiss, followed by an agonized howl that made Emma want to hold onto Tristan and never let go.
“You’re hurting him!” she yelled to the man.
Finally, the man lifted the dagger and returned to the fire pit. Emma couldn’t tear her eyes from the shiny patch of burnt flash the hot dagger had left behind. The man was at Tristan’s side again, once again carrying an orange-tinted dagger.
“Don’t—”
This time, Tristan’s emerald eyes flew open from the shock of the pain. Emma tried to block out his screams as she knelt over his body, as if by doing so would somehow protect him from any further harm.
“It’s okay,” she whispered into his ear. “I’m here, Tristan.”
Tristan shouldn’t have been able to make sense of anything that was going on around him. That much had already become evident to Emma. But as his dazed gaze suddenly seemed to focus on her, Emma sucked in a startled breath.
“Emma?” he murmured through the leather strap still wedged between his teeth.
Emma eagerly nodded. “Yes, Tristan. It’s me.”
The bearded man finally tossed his dagger aside and gently removed the strap from Tristan’s mouth. Emma barely noticed as he stood and disappeared from the room.
Tristan reached a hand out, as if he really could see her.
Emma’s eyes stung as she sadly shook her head. “It won’t work, Tristan.”
His tapered fingers grasped at empty air in response.
There was another throbbing sensation in Emma’s head, like some silent warning that she was running out of time. “I can’t stay much longer.”
“Please,” he murmured.
Emma held a hand as close to his cheek as she could without passing through him. “I’m so sorry, Tristan. Where I’m at right now…I’m lucky I was able to come here. Even luckier you’re able to see me.”
Tristan was fighting to maintain his consciousness as he breathed, “My fault.”
He was referring to her death.
“No!” she tenderly argued. Her heart—dead as it was—seemed to shatter into thousands of pieces at the grief that had spread over his pale face. “I knew what I was doing.”
Tristan howled out in pain as a convulsion shook his body. “Sh—should’ve stopped him.”
“He had us all fooled.”
Emma felt her presence in the living realm begin to waver.
The Realm of Shadows was calling her back.
“I have to go now,” she reluctantly told him.
“Stay,” he breathed, between ragged breaths.
Emma’s hair fell around her face as she bent to brush her lips against his. For the briefest moment, she thought she felt something—a tingling warmth that hadn’t been present before. It was gone before she could be certain.
“I love you.”
Tristan fell unconscious again before he could reply, exhausted from his ordeal. It was for the best, Emma thought to herself as she finally faded away. After everything he had been through, Tristan deserved at least a few hours of peaceful sleep.

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Write, Write, Write

Please excuse this interruption for a quick update on my writing life!

Some of you may know that I’ve been writing short stories over the last few months for an up-and-coming tabletop gaming company called Knight Errant Games. And let me tell you, it has been what I consider a surreal experience to be a part of the writing world from this side of the table (pun intended). It’s seriously awesome, you guys!

What many of you may not know, however, is that a few weeks ago I was offered a contract and the chance to write a full standalone novel for KEG. As one of the nerdiest people on the planet and someone who has dreamed of writing full-time since the day I could write, I knew I’d have to be an idiot not to consider this opportunity. So after several more emails and a lot of thinking, I am ecstatic to announce that I accepted the offer and as of today, am officially on board to write what I hope to be a super exciting novel about even more super exciting things!

Come check out what KEG’s about through this link: http://www.knighterrantgames.com

In the meantime, for those of you who are eagerly awaiting for the day when I finally finish TLR 4, I wanted to take a moment to reassure everyone that I am still hard at work on it and really hope to be finished with it in the next couple of months. As always, I promise to give updates with each step of the process and wanted to thank everyone for your interest and support!

XOXOXO
-KL

Blueberry “Prisp”: An Original Recipe

After two weeks of great behavior and healthy, clean eating–and I mean CLEAN–the inevitable happened tonight. I got a sweet tooth.

Of course, I wasn’t about to break my diet for empty calories and the nagging guilt that would later rake my mind, and I had the most persistent feeling in my gut that there was a reason for the carton of blueberries I bought today on a whim. And then something incredible happened. After a few minutes of searching the Pinterest boards, inspiration struck.

Without further adieu, I present to you the all-original 100% HEALTHY recipe for what I like to call a “Prisp” (a DELICIOUS hybrid between a pie and a crisp). Yes, I created the entire thing from my mind, and guys? I’m pretty dang proud of it!

Blueberry Prisp
Blueberry Prisp

Blueberry Prisp Recipe
Preheat oven to 375°F.

For the crust: 1/2 cup whole wheat flour
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon cinnamon
2 teaspoons vanilla
2 tablespoons coconut oil
1 egg white

For the filling: 1 pint fresh blueberries
2 tablespoons honey

For the crisp: 1/2 cup old-fashioned oats
1/2 cup brown sugar
2 teaspoons vanilla
2 teaspoons cinnamon
3 tablespoons of coconut oil
1/4 cup crushed walnuts (optional)

In a medium bowl, mix ingredients of crust together before transferring to a lightly greased, glass pie dish. Gently press down, until the bottom of the pan is covered with the crust. Then, dust the crust with a thin layer (about a tablespoon) of brown sugar. Next, mix honey and blueberries in small bowl before spreading over the crust. Lastly, after mixing ingredients for crisp in another, separate bowl, pour mixture over layer of blueberries, taking care to spread evenly.

Bake at 375°F for 15 minutes.

Enjoy!

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*For those looking for a little more (even though I think it’s absolutely perfect as is) top with scoop of vanilla frozen yogurt or vanilla ice-cream. Also, (for those opposed to blueberries) even though I’ve yet to try any other combinations, I’d venture this recipe will work just as well with peaches, apples, and cherries.

P.S. Make sure to tell all your friends and families where you got this delightful recipe from! I’d hate to have so generously shared my original idea and not receive any creative credit for it! 😉