Wednesday, March 23, 2011


Lately I have been thinking a lot about perspective and how differently we see things from time to time. But do we really truly see?
Here are a few of my favorite quotes on perspective.

Those who believe they can do something and those who believe they can't are both right.
- - Henry Ford
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
- Anonymous
Before criticizing a man, walk a mile in his shoes.
- Old English Proverb
Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact.
- William James
He who believes is strong; he who doubts is weak. Strong convictions precede great actions.
- Louisa May Alcott
Recognizing my blindness is the first step toward regaining my sight.
- Jonathan Lockwood Huie

So . . . How Did I Use the Best Opening Line Contest Winner?

I'm so thrilled to share with you an excerpt from my next book in the Challissian series. It includes the winning entry. The tentative title is The Light of Day.


I will never forget the day I died. I remember it like it was yesterday. The translating of my body from mortal to immortal had taken no more time than the blinking of an eye.

The pain I suffered at the moment of my demise had been brutal but quick, the dagger piercing my heart with one-hundred percent accuracy. Of course, being held against the wall by my murderer while he did the deed insured accuracy.

Closing my eyes, I shake my head, shuddering slightly as I attempt to push the memory away. The event is now in the past and I have no desire to remember it any longer.

Let you mind be at ease, my heart.

My husband's deep voice enters my mind as his muscular arms enfold me in his warm embrace. Staring out our bedroom window at the beautiful mountainous Challissian landscape, I lean back against him and sigh, soaking in the comfort his warm being provides. He bends and rests his chin on the crown of my head.

You are safe now. You are mine and my blood now flows through your veins. You are home, and we will never be separated again.

Turning in his arms, I reach up and pull his head down. Pressing my forehead to his, I tangle my hands in his silky blond hair. How grateful I am for that.

He closes his violet eyes and sighs as his warm mouth meets mine, and the last lingering thought of my past life fades into nothingness.


Marie Higgins said...

I think you used that line very well, Jewell! But I'm not surprised. You're a great story-teller!!


Rachel Rossano said...

Hmm... Sounds like an interesting story. :)

Mary L Walling said...

Sure lets you think of a couple of ways to go with this story line. Can't wait to see where you are taking this one. Is it going to be my next favorite???

JoAnn Arnold said...

Great opening. Now we'll all be waiting for the book.