Arcadia's Gift (Book 1)
Most people who experience death don't live to tell about it.
When sixteen-year-old Arcadia "Cady" Day wakes in a hospital after experiencing what can only be called a psychic episode, she finds her family in tatters. With her twin sister gone, her dad moved out, her mom's spiraling depression and her sister's boyfriend, Cane, barely able to look at her, the only bright spot in her life is Bryan Sullivan, the new guy in school. When Bryan's around, Cady can almost pretend she's a regular girl, living a regular life; when he's not, she's wracked with wild, inexplicable mood swings. As her home life crumbles and her emotional control slips away, Cady begins to suspect that her first psychic episode was just the beginning...
Arcadia's Curse (Book 2)
Think high school sucks? Try being an empath who has to experience everyone else’s suckage on top of your own. (Literally.)
In the months since her family life imploded and her psychic gifts began to arise, Cady has struggled to figure out how she can fit into her normal life without going crazy from the constant presence of emotional energy. Her grades have tanked. Her best friend is afraid of her. And she begins to have doubts about why her boyfriend, Bryan, is really keeping her around. But a chance meeting with another gifted girl online opens up a whole new world of possibilities. Unfortunately, this new world comes at an awful price.
An Excerpt from Arcadia's Curse:
My hearing came back first. An annoying rhythmic beep plucked on my nerves like harp strings. I thought it was my alarm clock, and I was late for school. I tried to shut it off, but my arm felt as if it were pinned at my side by a tangle of snakes. I cracked my eyes open to see a strange room with dingy, white wallpaper and a TV mounted from the ceiling.
Where am I? I struggled to call out, my vocal cords burned and something was jammed in my mouth. Although I could breathe fine, the fat tube down my throat sent me into a claustrophobic panic. My hands fumbled like they were wearing thick mittens, but I managed to rip the IV tube out of my arm. The annoying beeps escalated, sending a nurse dashing into the room to stop me just as I began wrestling with the tube in my mouth.
“Relax, Honey,” the nurse murmured as she pinned my arms to my sides. “Be still. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
My arm leaked crimson dots onto the crisp sheet from the IV hole. I tried slowing my breathing down to suppress the panic urges. The nurse brushed a sweaty lock of hair back from my face and checked me over carefully. She smelled like vanilla and hand sanitizer. A plastic nametag on her shirt told me her name was Jenny.
“It’s okay … you’re going to be okay. Just relax,” Jenny whispered as she pressed a call button for the nurse’s station and asked for a doctor to be paged. My eyes watered with fear, and I bit down on the tube tightly. She swiftly cleaned up my bloody arm and re-inserted the fat IV needle. A doctor in a navy blue scrubs hurried in and began asking the nurse all kinds of questions. Their voices seemed too loud, and I closed my eyes to fend off a headache.
“Open your eyes if you can hear me?” a deep voice asked. I opened my eyes again to see the doctor leaning over me. He had shadowy stubble on his face, and his breath smelled like stale coffee.
“My name is Dr. Gibler. I’m going to ask you a few questions so I can examine you,” the doctor explained. “There’s a tube in your mouth which is helping you breathe. As long as the tube is in, you will not be able to speak. I’ll get it out in a moment. Until then, you can answer my questions with blinking your eyes, okay? One blink for ‘yes,’ two blinks for ‘no.’ Do you understand me?”
I tried to nod, but my throat burned with the motion. Now, I understood the blinking thing. I blinked once to let the doctor know I understood him. He crossed to a sink along the wall and washed his hands. “Do you know where you are?” he asked. Duh, a hospital. One blink. He dried his hands on a paper towel.
“Do you remember what happened? Why you are here?” I tried to remember, but I couldn’t focus my hazy thoughts. Two blinks.
“Okay. I’m going to remove you from the ventilator. This may be uncomfortable and your throat will ache for a while. On the count of three, I want you to take a deep breath and blow it out through your mouth. Are you ready?”
One blink. Dr. Gibler deflated the cuff and counted to three. When I blew out, he pulled the plastic tube from my throat in one swift motion. Even though the flesh inside felt enflamed, I sputtered and coughed. Nurse Jenny handed me a Dixie cup of ice chips and popped a couple into my mouth. The cold liquid felt blissfully refreshing on my dry, gluey tongue. While she took my vitals and noted them in my chart, the doctor began asking me questions.
“Do you know where you are?”
“H-H-Hospital?” My voice came out all hoarse and shaky.
“Good. Can you tell me your name?”
“Arcadia Marie Day. Cady.”
“Very good, Cady. Now, can you tell me what year this is?”
“2012. How long have I been here?” I asked, tilting the cup to my lips for more ice chips. I knew he was just checking my mental status, but his questions annoyed me.
“Three and a half days,” Dr. Gibler answered. “You were admitted on Saturday night and it is now shortly before noon on Wednesday.”
“Wow….” It was strange and confusing to think that I had lost three days of my life.
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Author Bio:Jesi Lea Ryan grew up in the Mississippi River town of Dubuque, IA. She holds bachelor's degrees in creative writing and literature and a master's degree in business. She considers herself a well-rounded nerd who can spend hours on the internet researching things like British history, anthropology of ancient people, geography of random parts of the world, bad tattoos and the paranormal. She currently lives in Madison, WI with her husband and two exceptionally naughty kitties.
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