Today on Seeing Night Reviews author Heather Hildenbrand is stopping by for the Whisper Blog Tour! I really enjoyed this young adult story with native american legends, magic and romance. Heather is here to talk about Maggie the Wolf - Fiction + I'll also be giving away an ebook version of WHISPER!
Don't forget to check out my 4 out of 5 star review: Whisper by Heather Hildenbrand
Maggie, the wolf – Fiction. I wish I’d had a wolf as a kid! We had a mutt named Sasha who was loyal to a fault! Actually, she looked a lot like this one:
#SashaImpersonator!
Later, when I was a teen, we had Saphire, or “Saphy.” She was a purebred Husky and gorgeous. She had one brown eye and one blue eye which is typical of the husky breed. She was the closest to a wolf I’ve ever seen and she was amazing. The intelligence, the communication… the taste for blood. She was always on thin ice because we had chickens and Saphy’s favorite thing to do was wait for us to leave and then sneak (I never did figure out how she got in) through the fence that separated her from the chickens and “hunt” herself a hen for dinner. We’d come home to find a trail of blood that led to “dinner” and my dad would go off. Saphy was always in the dog house. #punintended
This isn’t Saphy, but the one on the left, the lighter one, looks a lot like her!
About Whisper by Heather Hildenbrand
The Cherokee believe when a person dies, their soul is reborn. Life is repeated. An endless cycle of lessons to be learned, love to be found, destiny to be fulfilled. For the past six months, in every flower, every bird, I’ve imagined my parents, relieved of their human forms.
Now, after five months at the Skye View Wellness Center, it was summer. A time for parties and friends, but that’s the last thing I want to do. So when my best friend Erin convinces me to attend a bonfire at Eagle Point, I can’t handle the crowd full of sympathetic stares or drunken class clowns who would use my tragedy as a way into my heart – or my pants. The solitude of the woods offers an escape, until I stumble upon a boy, unconscious and bleeding, his pockets stuffed not with identification but with poetry illustrating the beauty of dying. I’ve seen enough death. I will not leave this boy’s side.
Even after he wakes, when the only thing he can remember are visions of events that haven’t happened yet…
Quote: “How would you know I was there?”
His gaze locked on mine and I stilled, barely able to breathe. All trace of laughter disappeared from his expression. His stare was heavy to the point of paralyzing.
“My soul would recognize you and wake me.” His voice was gravelly and low, barely above a whisper, but it filled my ears and raced straight to my heart. I felt a keen familiarity with this moment and with Dylan himself. It was more than déjà vu. It was something inside me recognizing something inside him.
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Having a wolf as a pet seems awesome and risky as well. They're wild creatures and are not made to be domesticated. But they're beautiful animals as well and if one wanted to claim me as a family member, that would be wonderful. I think Whisper sounds like a fantastic story and I'm looking forward to reading it.
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