Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Absolute Darkness by Tina O'Hailey - Book Tour + Giveaway



Book Blurb
 
 A thrill ride through time that will make you hold your breath.
Sitting by the campfire, Brandy admitted a secret to her friends. She swore she saw a ghost when exiting a cave earlier that day. Was she seeing things? Did they believe her? The next day, breaking a cardinal rule, she snuck back to the cave alone. No one knew where she was. What if she fell or was trapped? There would be no rescue.
For ten thousand years Alexander had kept the time streams of this universe safe from an eternal destructive force that continually threatened to tamper and destroy all. Locked in an unremitting battle, the two foes become sidetracked by an unexpected visitor. An entangled journey begins with chilling twists and turns until becoming locked into an inescapable death in a submerged cave.
Who will come out of the watery depths alive?



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Guest Post
What's the author's biggest fear?

My biggest fear? I would be lying if I said that drowning and water is not a healthy fear of mine. Here’s why. I almost drowned when I was 3: fell in a creek.  But I don’t remember it. I remember the vivid hallucinations experienced in the hospital following the incident.  I developed double pneumonia and the small, inch-high elves (complete with bright green hats and curled shoes) that sat next to me and consoled me in the oxygen tent can be called to mind even today. There were four of them, and they scared the hell out of me. Let me add that I had horrid vision, being unable to see past the end of my nose, but no one knew it yet. So, those elves were probably clamps on IV hoses and I had a vivid imagination even then. Actually, this could also explain why I fell into the creek in the first place.

At age 10 or 11, trying to conquer my fear of swimming and of course that means diving too, I began taking off my coke-bottle glasses and diving into the swimming pool.  Diving blind. I couldn’t see the water. I had only begun to learn to swim at about around age 9 or 10 after hearing a concerned comment from my father to the tune of, “She should have learned by now [to swim].” The pool of our home was on the other side of the creek (same creek I tried to drown in at age three) and could not be seen from the house clearly; we lived out in the sticks. I swam alone in that extremely large above-ground pool my father put in himself. This was late seventies or early eighties: it was your job as a child to survive. No one watched when I wandered about; let alone what I was doing at the pool. Thinking back, I’m not even sure if anyone was home.

About this pool, I was convinced that something lurked in the deep end of the pool, so being a bright child, I stayed at the shallow end of the pool and practiced diving using my hands as fins to turn up before I hit the bottom.  In fact, I would be proven correct. Years later after the liner tore and the pool turned a putrid green, my father set to draining it in order to put in a new liner.  The green, scummy water had been drained to the last three feet of the 10 foot deep-end and Dad slid down to begin bailing out the water by hand. And just like in my favorite oversized Star Wars comic book where they are in the trash compactor and the walls are closing in: something touched his leg. I watched from the safety of the dry shallow end – sitting in the exact spot I’ll tell you about in a bit. After a harrowing amount of cursing and thrashing about Dad plunged both hands into the opaque, green scum and triumphantly retrieved a three foot long eel. No one from the family admitted to placing that eel there and it was surmised that a bird had deposited it there. Either way, you will agree with me that diving into the shallow end had merit though it also had its short-comings.

Alone. Out of sight. Conquering my fears of water. I dove into the shallow end of the pool over and over again. Each time I would brush the bottom of the pool with my hands and bounce back up. Once I collided and busted my lip. That sting and jolt lasted a while but did not detour me from my next and fateful dive. Perhaps my swollen lip affected my ballast?  Or my luck had finally run out. On that last dive I landed directly on my head.  I watched the reflection of the sun on the bottom of the pool – where I lay stunned and unable to move. Time slowed. The reflections were mesmerizing. I felt peace, not fear. A still, cold voice crept in and explained in a very calm and sincere tenor voice that I should breath the water; it would be ok. Wouldn’t a nice big breath feel nice and cool? I screamed in my head and yelled and ranted and told myself to move, kick, push up but nothing in me responded. The voice hissed, insisting that I breathe the water. Did I hear that same voice when I was three? Finally my internal screams at my arms to move broke through and I pushed off to the surface where the warm summer air awaited me.

So. I'm not fond of any chances of hearing that insistent hiss again. I have the keenest hearing for even a drop of water out of place: dripping sink, spilled glass, roof leak, water in a cave passage that wasn't there the last time I visited. That comes across in the nightmares depicted in this book.


Author Bio:

Tina O'Hailey (author of animation text books “Rig it Right” and “Hybrid Animation”, professor in animation, visual effects and game programming, caver and occasional mapper of grim, wet, twisty caves—if she owes a friend a favor or loses a bet—whose passion is to be secluded on a mountain and to write whilst surrounded by small, furry dogs and hot coffee) was struck by lightning as a baby.

Links:
Absolute Darkness: Virtual Blog Tour: June 28 – July 4



Absolute Darkness Facebook page:
https://www.facebook.com/AbsoluteDarknessBook


 

The #FORLINEARS puzzle: Please check out the virtual blog tour and you might find some embedded fun in the imagery.
(https://www.rachelsrandomresources.com/absolute-darkness) In fact, I dare you. Can you find the hidden puzzles that lead to an autographed book give away? First one to figure it out wins an autographed book. 




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