oh my precious ones, it has been a long time hasn't it? I've been MIA much longer than I should have. Part of it has been burn out but a large part of it has been, as some of you may know and others might not yet - I'm a published author now! After years of running through the rat maze of getting an agent and the rewriting and rewriting for publishers (and demonegg! my very own private whip-cracking editor), I ended up with a self-published book. It's been a ride and I won't yammer about it here but rest assured, sometimes the only thing that kept me going was remembering how much faith and encouragement I'd gotten from you all, both in reviews and friendship, all these years. So, as a bit of a thank you, I would like to introduce you to the world of my book.The full story you can buy on Amazon or order from your local bookstore, but these first two chapters are entirely free. Hopefully this introduction will be a fun read. Chapter 1 today, chapter 2 tomorrow - and watch for a new Cloud/Tifa story to go up on ff.net either late today or tomorrow!
ps - the name is pronounced 'an DROM ah key' - so you don't spend the entire story reading 'Abercrombie' the way my sister does. ;)
let's get our pre-Iliad on!
Andromache: Stealing Tomorrow
by Jennifer South (aka TamLin)
The way the sun heats your hair. The way the rain chills your skin. The smell of something delicious cooking. Honest dirt under your fingernails. A hard day’s work well done. A place you made all your own. A ride on the Highwind. The places you’ve seen. The chance to revisit them any time you want. Pictures drawn by children with stumpy crayons and full hearts. Faces of friends. Hands that reach for you at the end of the day. Finally having everything you want, everything you always wanted. Laughing. Crying. Living. Dying. From the Lifestream… how I envy you.
It was a hopeless want, the kind that lived in his stomach, clenching, hungry for her laugh, her look, her touch.
She belonged to someone else, someone better, but Cloud ached when she gave him her smile, wanting it for himself with a devouring need. He wanted her to believe in him, to reach for him, but knew it was really another man she did all those things for even when her eyes were on him.
Cloud Strife wanted the dark-haired brawler. He knew she was meant for someone else.
The him he always failed to be.