Welcome author KateMarie Collins to my blog today!
By KateMarie Collins
The bell rang out pleasantly as the frail man entered the shop. The young woman behind the counter barely glanced up from the fashion magazine she read. That was fine, he thought to himself. He was after a specific title and doubted she'd be much help finding it.
A thin smile broke through the deep lines in his face as his fingers absently ran over the titles on the shelves. So many thoughts, so many ideas. The bored clerk really had no clue how much of a treasure her job was. If he worked someplace like this, if his body still let him work, he would be reading from the dusty tomes and not some rag that was more concerned with being someone else than yourself.
It took him several minutes to make it the few yards to the section of the store he was looking for. By the time he reached the shelves, the smile had gotten somewhat larger. There was a smell to a used book store that always made him feel good. The combination of dust and musty old pages could permeate into his soul and bring him out of every depression.
He stood, peering through his glasses at the rows of books in front of him. There, crammed in between other paperbacks, were three well read copies of what he was looking for. He caressed the spine of each one with a trembling finger. Tenderly, he removed one of them from its prison, freeing it gently. The other books moved to fill the space. He could almost hear a sigh of relief from them, the space more than welcome.
Grasping the book as best as his arthritic hands could, he shuffled back towards the counter and the bored clerk. She put down her magazine after he placed the book on the counter, clearly annoyed at having to give up reading it to do her job.
She rang up his purchase without really noticing the title. "$6.85" was all she said to him as she finally looked up at him.
Slowly, he reached for his wallet and his credit card. "You sell many copies of this book? I saw you had several on the shelves." He kept his tone conversational.
That got her to look at the cover. She read the title and author briefly, shrugging her shoulders. "Tony Rudzki is pretty popular with the fantasy crowd I guess. When we do get his stuff in, it doesn't last long." She took the card from him, running it through the machine.
He signed the slip, handing it and the pen back to her. "Aren't you going to ask for my i.d., miss?" he inquired.
Clearly irritated about not being able to go back to her magazine, she took a cursory glance at the name on the card and his identification. "Hey, imagine that. You've got the same name as the guy that wrote this." She handed him back the cards and put the book into a small bag. Her eyes were already back on the magazine.
Tony smiled at her. "Yes, miss. And that's the kind of immortality that all the fashion tips in your magazine won't give you."
He turned and shuffled out of the store, leaving the clerk to watch his departure with amazement.
KateMarie Collins is the author of two fantasy novels. ‘Daughter of Hauk’ and the forthcoming ‘Mark of the Successor’. A third novel, ‘Son of Corse’, is also planned for a 2013 release.
Running away is the only answer. But before Lily can execute her plan, a shimmering portal appears in her room. Along with two strangers who promise to help keep her safe. With time running out, she accepts their offer for escape and accompanies them into a brand new world. A world in which she is
the kidnapped daughter of a Queen, and the heir to the throne of Tiadar.
Can she find her own strength to overcome both an abusive past and avoid those who would use her as a means to power?