What’s magical in Anna’s life as opposed to her
MCs?
My life is quite an ordinary suburban life.
I must warn you; I never grew up. The child in me is still
alive and well.
When my youngest daughter turned 4, I think that’s when it
happened, Scarlett the dragon moved into my attic. My daughter, Ariana, was
thrilled. At the time she believed in dragons and fairies. Many times, we’d go
up into the attic to try and get a glimpse of the dragon. It never happened.
She always seemed to know when we were about to disturb her abode. She was
always gone, although, on several occasions, we would find her eggs, warm and colorful
in a pile on warm blankets.
Soon, my nieces and some of Ariana’s friends would come over
asking if they could go up into the attic to see Scarlett or find some of her
eggs.
“Mrs. B,” that’s what most of the kids call me. “Can we
please go see Scarlett?”
“You must be very quiet and respectful when you go up there.
No running, no screaming.”
“Yes, Mrs. B.”
And they’d all run up the stairs.
“Mrs. B,” they screamed rushing back down. “All the eggs are
gone.”
I would smile. “Oh, what great news. Scarlett’s babies have
hatched.” I’d giggle for joy. “Did you see any baby dragons?”
“We gotta go back up.”
“Come on.”
And they’d all run back upstairs to look for little dragons.
I’m sad to say Scarlett has left my attic, but I know she’ll
be back as soon as my daughter Amanda has her fist child. After all, dragons
only live and thrive wherever children are.
You don’t believe me? Did I hear you right? That’s the
problems with grownups, once they lose their imagination, magic leaves their
lives forever and the beauty and creativity of the mind begins to stagnate. All
these people see is work, and more work. They have lost their inner child. Hence,
no longer believe in Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, fairies, dragons and all
that fuels the imagination.
What a sad day for magic.
Magic is an
illusion. It doesn’t really exist. Or does it?
A horrible car
accident destroys Dolores Reynard’s life. But instead of waking up in a
hospital bed, she awakens in a teenager’s body. Soon, she discovers she is at
the heart of the murderous mystery surrounding the death of Mona, the young
girl whose body she occupies. Caught between an evil greater than she ever
imagined and a wizard who heals her tattered heart, she is forced to play a
dangerous game of intrigue in the hopes of finding a way to return to her
previous life.
Will magic be her
ally, or will it lead to her demise once and for all.
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Although
born in the United States, Annamaria Bazzi spent a great deal of her childhood
in Sicily, Italy, in a town called Sciacca. Italian was the language spoken at
home. Therefore, she had no problems when she found herself growing up in a
strange country. Upon returning to the states, she promised herself she would
speak without an accent. She attended Wayne State University in Detroit
Michigan, where she obtained her Bachelor of Science in Computers with a minor
in Spanish.
Annamaria
spent twenty years programming systems for large corporations, creating
innovative solution, and addressing customer problems. During those years, she
raised four daughters and one husband. Annamaria lives in Richmond Virginia
with her small family where she now dedicates a good part of her day writing.
You can
visit Annamaria at:
blog http://annamariabazzi.com
website
http://www.annamariasbooks.com
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