Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Blacker Excerpt: Remembering by Rhi Etzweiler

I think this post rocks. Yes I do. Vera much. Vera vera much. Why? Well, because the fantabulously awesome Rhi Etzweiler has graced me with a vera special, never before seen, extra little Black goody called... Remembering. And that is... 


wait for it...*grins*...


AweS00000ME (<---sings that part)


heehee


Seriously thou. Rhi's visit's never fail to rock mah socks. I totally love that I get to share these little extra tidbits of coolness. Iz special.


Thank you Rhi. heehee, I'm just grinnin' like a loon. :D :D


So, grab yourself a cuppa, pull up a chair, sit back and enjoy a little special read time.





Blacker excerpt: Remembering

Remembering the events precipitating a journey.
A journey that never ended. It morphed into something else, somewhere along the way. Yes, I think that aptly accounts for the current state of my life. And my sister's.

Jhez and I didn’t always live like this.

I look back at where we once were, and the memories glow disjointedly like visions of a fairy tale. Complete with that once upon a star narrative echoing in my ears.

Only this tale doesn’t have that ...joyfully they wandered off into the moonlight ending like children’s happy stories. Or whatever the heck the ending is supposed to be.
My past is as dark as my name. We all have skeletons in our closets, but ours -- they walk the night and haunt us like the specters they are.

They call to that blackness lurking in each of us, the monster we try so desperately to keep leashed and hidden beyond awareness in the back of the house.

Our father was a powerful man. He possessed that indefinable quality that radiated into a room when he entered, drawing the attention of the crowd. It didn’t matter who they were.

It wasn’t political. It wasn’t financial.

It was purely him.

His heyday, the pinnacle of his life and career, saw him a successful figurehead in the metro. I never did know what it was he did--I was very young, and there are some things one just doesn’t grasp at that age. But then something happened.

I recall strains of tension in the house a great deal. It centered around a single day, and like ripples in the pond stretched forth through the ensuing months to alter reality as Jhez and I knew it. We used to sit huddled in the loveseat together, two indistinguishable young adolescent bodies twined together to offer each other comfort, while our mother watched the news rehash the whirlwind events spiraling out of control in the reality beyond the walls of our fragile microcosm.

We were young--eleven or twelve, I think. But it hit me then, hit us both, how much lay beyond the boundaries of our awareness and familiarity.

They mentioned father’s name a great deal during that time. I recall that--hearing his name, over and over--and I recall once the news started looping their narratives in our realm, we never saw him again. He didn’t come home. I don’t know if mother knew where he was or not.

Like parents tend to do, she tried to keep most of the details from us, I think. Hearing his name on the news stayed our curiosity. We never asked her where he was, or if he would return. Half of me was scared he wouldn’t; the other half, frightened to death that he would.

Repetition has the uncanny knack of slowly, subtly, permitting certain awareness and knowledge to seep into a person. And that happened, in a relatively short time frame.

Understanding struck Jhez and I in the same precise moment.

I remember it, even now, with startling clarity; turning to look at her, her long black spiral curls framing her narrow face, the widened eyes and slack jaw manifesting the horror that was a mirror of my own.

We turned back to the droning holo-vid, the pieces sliding into place, our mother perched oblivious on the brown suede couch, rocking back and forth like a pendulum. Her lips moved incessantly, soundlessly, a monologue only her mind could hear.

Humans had evolved.

And they had hidden -- for a century or more, from the sounds of the accusations -- in every corner and crevice of society. The general masses of humanity utterly oblivious to their existence. That estimation of time, as I have since discovered, was horrendously miscalculated.

But when the veil fell finally, they acted in eerily coordinated unison, rising to the surface like a submarine arcing out of the ocean and into the air. Nobody could understand how they’d gone unnoticed for so long--in government, business, everywhere. Never at the very top of the ladder, but there lurking a rung or two down, biding their time. A panther crouched in the bow of a tree, patiently waiting for the prey to wander within optimal striking range.

The news media, of course, portrayed them as monstrosities, spoke of them with scorn and derision, offended and scandalized. They dubbed them vampires, in an attempt to feed off the related imagery based on insubstantial parallels.

There was, unavoidably, a struggle.
It spanned the globe, a war of proportions unlike anything mankind had witnessed or endured in the history of the species.

This little ball was deemed of insufficient size to accommodate two sapient races, however closely related.
It was bloody beyond imagining.
It was also short, considering the nature of warfare up until that moment. As short as it was, it still rippled through every inch of civilization, into every corner of our world.

And our mother, understandably, feared for our safety. Her efforts to protect us sent Jhez and I down the path leading us to where we are today.

It’s difficult for me to step back and determine whether we would be where we are, had she not taken the actions and measures she did. Jhez and I, we’re not of one, not of the other. Something else, a little of both. Not enough to stand out, not enough to fit in. So perhaps we’d have ended up here, one way or the other.

We’re together, we have each other. We’re alive; we survive as we can. We've kept our secret. That’s enough for me. It’s more than some people have, after all.

Sometimes I wish to go back to the way things were, though. When all this was concealed, easily overlooked or ignored outright. I blame my father, for being the catalyst that brought the world as we knew it, simplistic as it was, down around our ears like an imploding edifice. I blame my mother, for not foreseeing what her choices would set in motion in our lives. For being blinded by love. For fighting, without knowing who she should be struggling against. Or for.

But then, hindsight is always so startlingly clear. And foresight...cruelly blurred by probabilities, and chance, and the impulsive unpredictability of impassioned human emotions.


This week’s giveaway… Any one backlist book from Rachel Haimowitz, Aleksandr Voinov, L.A. Witt, Brita Addams, or Cat Grant (“Frontlist” books, i.e. Riptide releases and newest non-Riptide release, are excluded, as are the Courtland Chronicles).

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13 comments:

  1. arella3173_lovelessDecember 14, 2011 at 3:22 AM

    Wow! That excerpt totally just drew me in.. ooh~ I want this book BADLY!! 
    (and I still can't but obsess over that cover!! *o*)

    Enjoyed the post! <3

    Judi
    arella3173_loveless(at)yahoo(dot)com

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  2. Oooooooooooooh *flails around* WANTS

    (Don't count me for the ebook giveaway.)

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  3. nice cover that complements the title "blacker than black"... the blurbs also gives some dark emotions... seems like a dramatic book... but will wait and see for the actual release... =D hope you'll have a great sale for this book... 

    jess
    jessica_klang@hotmail.com

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  4. powerful.  I am definitely excited about this book.

    -Sabrina

    sabrinayala at gmail dot com

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  5. As excited as I have been about all the great RT releases, this one esp. caught my eye! Can't wait for it!!!

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  6. That was a kickin' excerpt.  I just loved it.  I can't wait to read Blacker than Black.

    Thanks,
    Tracey D
    booklover0226 at gmail dot com

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  7. Awesome excerpt.  I feel spoiled getting to see this and definitely have this on my wishlist.

    joderjo402 AT gmail DOT com

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  8. Thanks for the excerpt :-)  I'm really looking forward to reading BtB!

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  9. I have to have this book I'm hooked

    Sarah S

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  10. The more I hear about this story, the more intrigued I am. So sad it's not coming out until after my birthday now (in January). But still looking forward to it! =)

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  11. I am Sooooooooo looking forward to this book :D I saw the Riptide lineup for Jan/Feb on goodreads and Ive done some preordering. I will preorder the rest after xmas. I am a budgeting queen.

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  12. I am so excited to read this! Can't wait until it comes out!

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  13. I want this book!!!! :D

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