Title:
Winter Sparrow
Author : Estevan Vega
Genre: Fantasy/Romance
Publisher: Stonehouse Ink
Release Date: Sept 2012
Edition/Formats Available In: Ebook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
“I’ll grow wings all by myself.”
Mary is a young artist about to enter a new chapter in her
life. After years of waiting and searching, she has finally found true love.
She’s also just discovered that her fiancé Joshua has inherited his father’s
rundown countryside mansion. To add to the rising pressure, her wedding day is
so close she can practically hear the music. All she has to do is accept what
the future holds. Accept…and be happy.
But something’s missing.
As the seasons change, her doubts turn to fears, and her
fears become reality. Through struggle and loss, the love she once possessed
for Joshua transforms into contempt. When Mary is confronted with a magical
escape, the life she has and the life she dreams of will collide, awakening a
mysterious change within. But no choice comes without cost, and each one will
draw her closer to the truth.
At times both beautiful and haunting, Winter Sparrow dares
you to step into a world where eternity is a moment and every breath is a
second chance. The fantasy begins….
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ESTEVAN VEGA FELL IN LOVE WITH STORYTELLING IN THE FIFTH GRADE
WHEN HE WAS FORCED TO WRITE SHORT STORIES EVERY DAY FOR ENGLISH CLASS. THAT’S
RIGHT, FORCED. BUT WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM HIS FATHER, HE REALIZED, HE ACTUALLY
LIKED WRITING AND LOVED PEOPLE’S REACTION TO HIS WORK. NOW, AFTER MANY, MANY
MOONS, EVEGA HAS AUTHORED 6 BOOKS AND SEVERAL SHORT STORIES ALL READY TO BE
CONSUMED BY YOU. HIS HOBBIES INCLUDE SINGING IN THE SHOWER, GOING TO CONCERTS,
AND TRYING TO ALWAYS EMULATE OPTIMUS PRIME. HE LOVES MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE
CREAM, WRITING PECULIAR TALES, AND STILL HASN’T LEARNED HOW TO WHISTLE.
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EXCERPT 1
It was Mary’s first time in the country. She’d driven
through secluded parts of the state before but never like this. In her youth,
she didn’t have the chance to linger anywhere long enough for the place to
really get to know who she was or for her to be anything more than a passing
shadow.
Her father had it set in his mind to expose his children to
a diverse life and a number of experiences she now kept tucked away in some
deep, dark closet of herself. In spite of his un¬usual way of loving, it was
never Mary’s intent to run away like she had. But the never-looking-back part
came a little too easily. I have to be free. That’s what she’d said. Thought,
actually. The words were never fully conceived. She supposed they lived
somewhere inside of her too, with the items she preferred to leave nameless.
She glanced down at the ring on her finger; it told her she
had become a skilled actress waiting for a cue to dash onto the stage. Waiting
for the crescendo of jeers to label her a phony. But she couldn’t be that. She
was a bride to be, after all; “the perfect sparrow,” as Joshua called her.
Mary pulled her eyes away from the engagement ring for a
minute, long enough to study Joshua’s profile. Such an ef¬fortless piece of art
it was. The shadow of the evening sunlight poured in from the windshield and
from the blue skies beyond, making his features seem even more magical.
She liked how the hair on his chin graced it just so she’d
know it was there. Nothing fancy, nothing preten¬tious, just simple and
handsome. Mary especially liked the pattern his teeth fell into. A mouth had
never looked so accurately composed, and without the aid of cruel metal and
overpaid professionals. It was a smile that could melt any girl’s heart.
Mary didn’t realize she had been squeezing Joshua’s hand or
that cutting off his circulation would cause him to swerve unintentionally. She
sank back into her seat, a little embar¬rassed, mostly thankful they didn’t
crash.
“Sorry,” she eventually said in a hush.
He reached for her hand again nonetheless, after letting the
blood return, and kissed it. “It’s nothing.”
That smile revisited her in the stillness of the sedan. She
felt so safe here with him. So known. But it wasn’t at all like she had thought
it would be. Her love for Joshua wasn’t the stuff of fairy tales or high-gloss
Hollywood productions; it was deeper.
Then why did it take so long for you to say yes? her mind
intruded.
She didn’t have a good enough answer. Perhaps it was because
this world had left its mark on her somehow. Even though she was young, it was
like a year could be a lifetime. She’d fallen behind. Joshua reminded her what
it felt like to be alive. She had given up on relationships before meeting him,
claiming they were nothing more than an insecure girl’s ego trip. A trip she
had sworn off.
But oaths could be broken, couldn’t they? Couldn’t she mask
that part of herself that believed love could never really work? She felt sure
she could, and she would.
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