Lost in a world of white, I lay. Pain and cold were my only companions. How long would it take me to die? Would the cold freeze my heart and stop its beating? A red plastic sled saved the day. A woman saved my life. Unfortunately, saving my life might cost Grace her own. We get one day together, Christmas day, one day of bliss among misery. Too soon the tree is down and all that’s left of the cinnamon biscuits are crumbs. The people who want me dead come back to see their task complete. I didn’t have a plan, but Grace did. Never trust a woman with a shotgun.
ebook, 1st Edition
Published November 21st 2011 by Otherworld Publications
An icy wind whips across the frozen, arctic tundra. Its teeth leering sharp, piercing, threatening with a biting, deadly cold that screams death. Alone bleeding and huddled on the frosty snow lies a figure, awaiting an inevitable demise. Scrunch scrunch the sound of boots trudging through the quiet snowflakes penetrates his ears. Dare he hope for salvation? A glimpse of an angel, flowing black hair, kind brown eyes a voice in the freezing silence. Then the boots trail away. Death stalks him once again. A miracle she is back dragging a red sled. Then there is a house, steaming with warmth, hope and the comforting smell of cinnamon. A life saved. For Tristan her timely arrival is a momentary reprieve from his lurking past. Restored by Grace's gentle, healing hand, he pauses to enjoy one day, Christmas with his guardian angel. It is a day of peace, joy, friendship and delicious food. As the stolen time slips away Tristan dreads the inevitable. His former life prowling outside, waiting to finish him. Can he escape the clutches of death again and protect Grace?
What I Liked:
- I love the way Ms. Hebert vividly paints with her words. She makes you feel the razor cold as it gnaws away the will to live. Then she wraps you in a cozy blanket of comfort with the warmth of the fire and the delectable smells of baking. She made me hungry for cinnamon biscuits, bread and chocolaty, hot cocoa. I liked the contrast between the two scenes, the snowstorm and the welcome shelter.
- I was shocked by the twist. The figure dying in the snow is not what you expect. I was totally caught off guard. What a fun surprise.
- I loved Grace's refreshing ideas regarding Christmas. It was nice to reach back to the roots of Christmas and depart away from the horrendous, choking grasp of retail sales and materialism. A nice reminder as the holiday season closes in on us.
And The Not So Much:
- I wanted more. I know this is a short story and yes, indeed it is that. I was just investing myself into the characters when the story wraps. It comes to a neat resolution but I longed for it to continue. Perhaps in the future Ms. Hebert will revisit the lives of Grace and Tristan.
Whiteout is a quick, fun read. I enjoyed the detail of the writing. I could almost feel the icy fingers of Winter reaching out through the pages. The soothing scenes of heat and tasty aromas wrapped around and warmed me. Cambria Hebert is indeed a talented writer. I hope to read many more of her works.