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★★★FAN ART!!★★★

Before being a published author, it’s easy to dream about the day that your story is actually in the hands of readers who enjoy it. You wonder things like, “Will my story move people?” and “Will they love it as much as I do?”

You fantasize about the riches, the fame, the fan clubs… and yes, the fan art!

Though the fame and riches haven’t quite found me yet, I’m happy to say the fan art has. What a great feeling, to know my story has moved someone to create art. I can’t tell you how happy this makes me.

SO! Without further ado, let me introduce to you, the beginning of my “Fan Art” section! If you’ve read “The Treemakers” and loved it, and you’re feeling artsy, I’d love to see your art, too! If you have something you’d like to send, email it to:

rozelle. treemakers@ gmail. com (remove spaces).

I can’t wait to see it!

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Fan art by Amy Barber

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“Are You Here for the Frogs? Because You Can’t Have Them. They’re All I’ve Got.”

Short fiction by

 Christina L. Rozelle

 

 

It felt colder in the room that day.

Lucy knew they were trying to kill her, and freezing her was one of the many ways they tried to do it. But that day was different. Along with the usual frigidness, came a quaking emptiness that she couldn’t quite place. The girl that had come by, supposedly to keep her company, went on and on about this love between two people Lucy had never met. She was unsure why the girl was telling her such things. It was none of her business and she could hardly relate. She couldn’t remember if she had ever experienced anything like that in her life. All she could remember now, was the harsh climate of her home, the ever-present loneliness . . . and the frogs.

The frogs were her friends. If she moved too quickly around the room, she’d startle them, so Lucy was sure to remind all who entered to watch for them. And when they told her the frogs weren’t real, she kept quiet, because she knew they were just trying to trick her. They were always trying to trick her.

“Gran? Are you all right?” the girl asked.

Lucy nodded, rocking faster in her chair, keeping an eye on Jasper, the mammoth toad who hid behind her trashcan. She remained cautious as the girl continued, rambling on about the time the man came home from four long years at the war, and how the woman had knitted him the ugliest winter sweater on the planet, but the man loved her so much he wore it proudly anyway. The girl laughed softly as she opened a photo album in her lap.

“I don’t know whose this is, do you?” she asked, running her fingers along a lock of hair. “I can’t read the writing beside it.”

“How would I?” Lucy asked.

The girl’s face tightened with pain, which confused Lucy. Why was this stranger so emotional over things that she knew nothing about? Her eyes wandered to an unfamiliar painting of a young couple, frozen in their laughter, and she wondered what they were laughing about. It made Lucy very sad but she didn’t know why.

“Aww . . .” The girl knelt by Lucy’s side and took her cool, wrinkled hand, cupping it inside her young palms. “I always wondered what you two were laughing at.”

“Oh, that’s not me.” Lucy tried to see why the girl would mistake the woman in it for her.

“Gran, it is you. It’s you and your husband, Dale, my Grandpa. That picture was painted on your honeymoon, fifty-seven years ago.”

Lucy stared at her, feeling the sudden rage she felt when she knew someone was trying to trick her. Tears filled her eyes, blurring the girl’s face. She tightened her trembling fists. “No! You’re lying to me!” She turned away from the horrible picture and her eyes landed on the tiny locket beside her bed. Her chest heaved and swelled as she took it in her hands and opened it.

The girl cried softly beside her.

Lucy looked from the man in the tiny gold heart to the girl . . .

. . . And then, a light turned on somewhere.

“Annette?” Lucy whispered.

The girl cried harder and wrapped her arms around Lucy’s neck.

“You’re my . . . my granddaughter . . . .”

Annette nodded and kissed Lucy’s cheek.

Lucy looked down at the man in the gold heart. She tilted her head slightly to the right, daring to look at the picture on the wall again. And then, she knew. Lucy closed the locket up tight inside her palm. How could she forget?

Dale was a great man. There was never a day that went by that he didn’t do something for someone else. He was a war hero, a teacher, a giver, a lover . . . . But most of all, he was her best friend for fifty-seven years.

“He’s . . . gone?” Lucy asked.

Annette nodded, tears trailing her cheeks.

“Please,” Lucy begged. “Please don’t let me forget my Dale. I don’t want to be without my Dale,” she pleaded, holding her granddaughter as tight as her weak arms could manage.

Annette sobbed into her grandma’s lap. Because she knew there was nothing she could do. It was only a matter of time.

As Lucy squeezed the locket, drenching her granddaughter’s shoulder with her tears, Jasper hopped out from behind the trashcan and shook his head at her.

“Wait. . . .” Lucy pushed Annette back, held her at arm’s length. “Who are you? Are you here for the frogs? Because you can’t have them. They’re all I’ve got.”

 

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To preorder Christina’s Upper YA Dystopian Sci-Fi novel, “The Treemakers,” releasing on December 3, 2014, follow this link.

“The Treemakers” Cover Reveal! (And the story behind it)

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About this special cover:

This is a slightly modified version of a masterpiece painted by the hand of my Nana, Mildred Louise Atnip-Howard, born on April 6, 1929.

By age ten, her mother had died and her father dropped her and five younger siblings off at Boles Home Orphanage in Quinlan, Texas. There she sat for days on the front stoop, waiting for him to return . . . but he never did. She was left to figure out how to live life as an orphan, while simultaneously being a mother-figure to her younger siblings.

Young nanaMildred grew to be a pillar in the Boles Home community. Admired by her peers for her faith, beauty, strength, gentle nature, and integrity, she graduated high school, attended college, and then went on to have a family of her own. After raising seven children, she and her husband, my Papa, went back to Boles Home, where they spent five years fostering over one hundred-twenty girls. She was the mother figure and positive role model many of them never had. She was truly a remarkable woman.

 

My Nana died on December 28, 2010, from cancer-related illness. Our family was devastated. For the past few years, we’ve been on the path that leads through pain, to healing. Her life taught me to be strong, to strive for gentleness, forgiveness and integrity, and to never stop believing in myself and expecting great things to come. Navigating the choppy, murky waters of grief after her death gave me a new outlook on everything. How precious life is. How it can be gone in an instant. How this too shall pass, and healing comes. How things don’t always happen the way you think they should or when you think they should, but that ultimately, when you look back, you’ll see the secret inner-workings of it all. And “when the secrets are revealed, you will see the way the magic works.” (The Treemakers)

I can only hope that my story—and the use of her masterpiece as its cover—can honor her life; her true magnum opus.

Many of the aforementioned themes are represented in my upcoming novel, “The Treemakers.” Though it is a Dystopian/Scifi and a story of its own (Joy is not modeled after my Nana), the search for the spark in the dark is there, as well as the discovery of it in the most unlikely place, and in the most magical, unexpected ways. I really hope you enjoy it.

Let me reiterate how grateful I am to have made the decision to become an independent author. If I had not, I may not have had the opportunity to honor a woman who means so much to me, my family, and so many other people. Having the freedom to choose to honor someone amazing who is no longer with us, as opposed to “what will sell my book,” was not much of a choice. (Though, I hope it’ll do both! 😉 )

Here’s a summary of “The Treemakers”

What if death was the only way?

In this bleak dystopian future, the Earth is dying. Left behind are the orphans of Greenleigh, doomed to a life of building mechanical trees for Bygonne.

Their rules state:
No talking, laughing, playing, or physical contact of any kind during working hours—which are from six a.m. to six p.m.

A passionate storyteller, and mother figure to the children enslaved in the Tree Factory, sixteen-year-old Joy Montgomery must operate deadly machinery with a baby on her back, and only dream of what life once was.

“What was it like out there? When sunlight was still precious, nourishing…? Now, it fries everything through that lovely hole in the sky.”

But the iron bonds of friendship and family, the discovery of magic in the dark, and fiery love amidst devastation soon fuel her search for a way out.

“Our hearts and breath are a symphony in the stillness, beating and breathing a dangerous song of freedom in a servant’s world. I’ve never felt more alive. The promise of possible death clashes against the realization of power over the Superiors. I refuse to follow their rules any longer.”

Aided by an unlikely ally who harbors a dangerous secret, Joy and the Treemakers embark on a quest for freedom, and for the truth about the existence of a forbidden paradise.

 

To purchase “The Treemakers,” in the US, follow this link: http://www.amazon.com/Treemakers-Christina-L-Rozelle-ebook/dp/B00P49KVKG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1420127222&sr=8-1&keywords=the+treemakers

To purchase in the UK, follow this link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00P49KVKG/