Hope Martin
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Find my fantasy book "Memoirs of the In-Between" on Amazon in paperback, eBook, and hardback, in the Apple Store, or on the Campfire Reading app.
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I am a mother, a homesteader, and an abuse survivor.
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Dogs Save Lives
When I came home from Australia after suffering the effects of an abusive marriage there, I was struggling to continue. I had come home for a visit to America that turned into a divorce, and the loss of my darling Annabelle, a black lab mix who had a hard start to life. And I had believed I was going back home to a husband, so I had sent my other beloved pooch to Australia ahead of me. There was no way my ex was going to send my dog back to me.
By Hope Martin5 months ago in Petlife
Memoirs of The In-Between: Chapter 11. Content Warning.
The first half of the trip was quiet. Everyone was somber. What Okard had revealed had bothered us, and we were lost in our own thoughts as to what it all could mean. It was only after we’d landed that we began to lighten up. We let our horses walk, some of us dismounting to walk beside them in the strange forest that we’d arrived in.
By Hope MartinExclusive • 6 months ago
Memoirs Of The In-Between: Chapter 10
The days following the discovery of the dark truth about the Spiderbeast were long and exhausting. Before the entire council of Chiefs, including Leon, I had to go over every detail of what Leon and I saw, and what it meant to me. Unfortunately, this meant telling them all exactly what my life had been, and the nature of my gruesome death. But this didn't happen just once, but twice; for I had to recount and repeat everything I said in front of all the Chiefs and Artemius and Vivian again, and several other higher-ranking warriors.
By Hope MartinExclusive • 8 months ago
Memoirs Of the In-Between: The Pools of Reflection
For what seemed like a long time, Leon sat with me in the clearing of the forest after the Tisin disappeared. There was no evidence left of what had transpired. Every sign of the horrible ordeal was erased after the dark hour had ended. But I sat there and agonized over every second of what I had seen, over and over again. What was he trying to find out? How did he know I was even here in Limbo? Was he looking for me? We were quiet for a long time before he turned to me.
By Hope MartinExclusive • 8 months ago
