From Stardust To Babylon by Amanda Bruce

Amanda Bruce
By Amanda Bruce December 23, 2012 23:14

From Stardust To Babylon by Amanda Bruce

Summary:

A gripping, unique and true love story with an extraordinary twist, From Stardust To Babylon chronicles a doomed teenage love affair that transforms into an unbreakable bond between a woman and the spirit of her former lover.

From the moment Simon and Amanda meet, they are struck by a shared sense of déjà vu. Head over heels in love, they try hard to make their relationship work, despite inner voices telling them their happiness isn’t meant for ‘this life’. After parting broken-hearted, Amanda eventually marries someone else but, in 2001, she learns via a telepathic messages that Simon has died. This heralds the start of a series of supernatural events that will bring them together again. Transgressing the normal boundaries of human existence, it is a story of love – a love that survived bodily death.

According to the author, this book contains descriptive writing about sexual acts between consenting adults.

The author has rated this book PG-13 (questionable content for children under 13).

Excerpt:

Next morning, I awoke feeling restless and fidgety, and began to drift
aimlessly around the room. What was wrong with me? I was unimaginably keyed up.

Within half an hour voices began to infiltrate my thoughts.
Play ‘This Year’s Love! I was instructed.
I assumed the voice to be Simon’s and replied accordingly.

“It wasn’t our song. It was yours and Karen’s. I don’t want to listen to something that reminds you of her.”

No, he replied insistently, Not for her, for you. It’s for you, listen!

Tears flowed once again, as bitter-sweet memories took me back to a
turbulent past. A reference to all those impassioned nights we’d held each other, beneath the street lamp outside my house. This song was directed at me after all. This Year`s Love was surely the love I was feeling for him now in this, the year of his death. It was overwhelmingly sad.

Suddenly the room became chilled. As the coldness intensified it seemed to tumble gently down my cheek. I could sense those eyes searing into mine as he observed my response throughout the following minutes. He was there, he was right there beside me and I wanted desperately to touch him. My hand reached out, in vain. He swiftly veered to one side. His disembodied spirit had no more chance of blending with my deficient form, than I had of breaking free from my worldly shell and integrating with him, yet we were merged in our mutual suffering, through those evocative words as they pulsated the room.

He’d never really opened up to me in words. Now, for the first time, they were forthcoming. For the very first time, the spoken word was conveying what I had always known in my heart to be true.

Mum really isn’t going to believe this, I thought. I needed to tell her
straight away, so, bursting with excitement, I drove as fast as I could the seven mile journey to her house, charged through the front door and headed for the kitchen, but before I had chance to say anything, she turned around very slowly and glared with disbelief.

“Oh, Amanda.” She said, “I’ve had voices in my head all morning.”

“You too?” I replied.

“She was the only one! You’ve got to tell her she was the only one!”
My heart arrested momentarily to the sound of words I`d waited so long to hear.

“Oh my God.” I replied. “This is really happening isn’t it?”

“And that song.” She continued, “It wasn’t for Karen at all, it was for you. It was directed at you!”

I found myself stunned to silence. How could it be that both of us had
experienced voices the same morning, giving us similar messages? If I had any crumb of doubt before, then surely there could be none now?

“What do you think the song means?” Mum said.

“I don’t know, maybe the love that I’m feeling for him in this, the year of his death.”

“No, you’re wrong.” She replied. “You’ve got it all wrong. It’s the love he was feeling for you as he lay dying. He listened to the White Ladder album, this song in particular, realized that he’d searched everywhere and tried everything. It was the love he felt for you, in his dying moments, that he wanted to last. He was desperately hoping that he could see you again, to tell you how he felt before it was too late. He wanted to put things right with you before he left this life; tell you how he’d really felt all that time. That’s what it means.”

Copyright© Amanda Bruce. All rights reserved.

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