Countdown to my Book’s Birthday!

Cover Art for If We Shadows

Cover Art for If We Shadows

I have reached the age where I no longer anticipate my birthday. I’m excited about it, but I don’t feel that driving need to think about constantly until the moment when it actually happens, like I did when I was a kid. Now it sort of merges with Mother’s Day and TKD testing, and suddenly it’s all just a bunch of stuff happening in the same month and one of them happens to be my birthday.

My book’s birthday?


This Thursday my book will be released into the world and I am beyond excited. I keep bouncing, and I’ve reached the point where I just want to share.

So yes, I am going to share. Would you like a teaser? A little something to whet your appetite? Then you shall have it!

This takes place in the first chapter–a journal entry–when Jordan dreams of Puck.

That’s when I saw the boy, and I knew it had to be a dream. He was standing past the end of my bed, small and slim, staring at something in his hand. I cleared my throat and he looked at me. The sudden grin was like a bright white light in the darkness, and he leaped up, landing on the wrought-iron footboard, his long, bare toes hooked around the top rail, one hand down to balance himself.

Yeah, it was that vivid. And totally weird. He just looked at me, his head cocked like I was the alien thing in the room. And my whole body was frozen. I heard my heartbeat in my ears, thundering along. “Who are you?” I finally managed to ask.

He didn’t answer, but I figured it out without him needing to say it. There were streaks of brown and green on his face, and his ears were gently tilted, his chin coming to a sharp point as well. And there was a mischievous light in his eyes. He was Puck, just like in A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

I guess it made a kind of sense that I’d dream about him, since that’s who I’m trying out for today. I was reading the play just before bed last night.

He leaned forward, still precariously balanced, and held out one hand. There were three tiny glass bottles resting on his palm, each filled with several droplets of liquid that shimmered in the moonlight. “I give thee three potions: true sight, true seeming, and true love.” He paused, the musical lilt of his voice fading into the silence of the night. Head cocked, he regarded me solemnly and added, “Don’t mix them up.”

“Shouldn’t those be flowers?” I asked because I felt like I needed to ask the question. I mean, I’ve read the play several times, and that isn’t how it goes. The only potion is true love, and he drops the nectar from the flowers on Lysander’s eyes. Then havoc ensues.

Yeah, like I’d ever even think about using some kind of potion like that.

He laughed then, the ringing of bells tolling deep. A toss of his head pushed bangs back from his forehead, letting me see his eyes, narrowed and green like the slits of a cat’s eyes. “Dost thee imagine that life never changes? Modernization, Jordan, even amongst the Faerie.” Another pause, and he thrust his hand forward even more, the long blue nails on his splayed fingertips brushing against my T-shirt. I shivered. “Take them,” he told me.

Fine. It was just a dream, so I held out both my hands, cupped together, and watched as he spilled the little glass bottles into my grasp. One liquid was pale blue, one purple, one green. I frowned at them. “Which one is which?” Because suddenly it seemed incredibly important to know, like maybe I would actually use them. Like maybe giving someone true sight or true love would really work. Then there’s “true seeming”—I had to look that one up online this morning. That means looking like myself. Like I really should look.

I think you know just how much I’d like that.


So what do you think? If you’d like to read the rest of the story, head on over to to Harmony Ink (and their parent press, Dreamspinner) where you can pre-order either an ebook or the trade paperback (don’t forget, the first 20 paperbacks ordered will be signed!). The book releases on Thursday, March 6th and you will be able to download an ebook then (I think if you order the trade you get a copy of the ebook too), and the paperbacks will be mailed out.

On Thursday, we’ll be having a birthday party for Jordan and his story! There may be games, there will be giveaways (I’m making buttons!), and I’d love to get some conversations going. So come back then, and see where else I’ll be blogging (it’s a small blog tour, but hopefully a fun one!) in the next couple of weeks.


About D. E. Atwood

When D.E. Atwood was in second grade, she finally grew tall enough to see the shelf above the mysteries in the bookmobile. She discovered a rich landscape of alternate worlds, magic, and space and has never looked back from the genres of fantasy and science fiction. When she was twelve, she declared that she was going to be a writer, and share the stories that she saw happening all around her. She wanted to create characters that others would care about, and that would touch their lives, like the books that she read had touched her own life. Today she has combined her interests, creating genre stories about the people who live next door, bringing magic into the world around us. When not writing, D.E. Atwood is a mother (to two children and a cat), a wife, a reader, a knitter, a systems administrator, a roleplayer, and a music aficionado. Sleep, she claims, is optional.
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