Mind Over Mind Blog Tour

Mind Over Mind  

Author:  Karina Fabian

Publisher: Dragon Moon Press
Published: July 2011

ISBN:  978-1897942369

Amazon Link: 
http://www.amazon.com/Mind-Over-Karina-L-Fabian/dp/1897942362

Kindle Link: 
http://www.amazon.com/Mind-Over-ebook/dp/B005D94LI0

Back Cover Blurb/Summary: 

Deryl Stephen’s uncontrollable telepathic abilities have landed him in a mental health institution, where no one believes in his powers.

But when Joshua Lawson, a student of neuro linguistic programming, takes part in a summer internship, he takes the unique step of accepting Deryl’s reality and teaches him to work with it. As Deryl learns control, he finds his next challenge is to face the aliens who have been contacting him psychically for years—aliens who would use him to further their cause in an interplanetary war.

Excerpt:

Ydrel threw himself into wakefulness with such force that he sat up in bed. Still, the nightmare images clung to his mind: the beat of a hundred hearts, the smell of sweat and fear. He clutched his stomach and fought the urge to scream.

A hundred bodies crowded around him, crushing him against the splintered wood of the boxcar.

No, this isn’t real!

No room to move. No air to breathe. Suffocating. Drowning.

No, this isn’t me!

Confusion and fear. Fear the trip would never end. Terror of what waited at its completion.

NO! These aren’t MY memories!!

*

Ydrel threw up shaky mental barriers. The visions faded, just slightly. He forced his eyes open, drinking in reassurance from familiar objects.

He sat in bed, an oversized twin, backed up against pillows rather than splintered wood. Pre-dawn light shone softly through the blinds. On the nightstand, Descartes regarded him with one button eye. The only thing left from before his mother died, he’d slept with that bear until an orderly commented on his “abnormal attachment.” Since then it had stood watch over him instead, braced against the lamp. Even now, without any orderlies around, Ydrel resisted the urge to clutch it close to his chest, but he reached out to touch one tattered foot.

On the shelf beside the window sat a portable boom box, a gift from his first birthday here—his thirteenth. Five years ago, today. The maintenance man had disabled the volume control after Ydrel played it too loudly. Thereafter, he’d found other ways to block out the moans and occasional screams that penetrated the closed door. Happy birthday.

The stereo held up several books. He was studying them in case it called. He both dreaded and longed for the calls. Each episode only gave them more reason to keep him here, yet there was something as familiar and comforting about it as his old bear.

He turned his gaze to the far wall and the framed pictures of a nebula and the solar system by his half-empty closet. On his sixteenth birthday, he’d been allowed to decorate his room and he’d chosen those posters and a mild blue paint to replace the still–lifes and the institutional burgundy-and-pink color scheme. While it had been a relief to his eyes, it was also a constant reminder that they never intended for him to leave.

This is my room, he thought. In the asylum. Even after five years, he’d never call it home. He’d never give Malachai the satisfaction.

*

Calmer now, his mental barriers in place, Ydrel allowed himself to examine the vision that awakened him. Hundreds of bodies packed into a train car not suited for twenty. Most had traveling clothes, but had shed them against the heat. No room to move. The air was stifling and stale. No one knew where they were going. Some suspected, but said nothing. The destination was worse than the trip.

Ydrel sighed. Isaac was on the train to Dachau again.

Ydrel threw off the covers and dressed quickly in a blue t-shirt and jeans, socks and generic sneakers. Already Isaac’s projected fear was breaking down his mental defenses; Ydrel’s fingers trembled as he fumbled with the laces.

Once out in the corridor, he hastened to the old man’s room, forcing himself to keep his pace smooth, his face composed. Someone would stop him if he hurried or looked distressed, and any delay would be unbearable. As he walked he got into character. His stride lengthened; his face hardened. He held his hands relaxed but ready by his hips. When he got to Isaac’s door, he cast a wary look down the hall, then slipped in.

The old man lay on a standard hospital bed, his wide, wild eyes staring at the ceiling but focused on his inner horrors. His hands fluttered helplessly on the thin coverlet. He labored for each ragged breath.

Ydrel sat beside him and composed his own vision.

The train stops so suddenly that people would have been thrown down if they hadn’t been so tightly packed in. The sound of gunfire and shouts in German. The boxcar door opens with a rusty screech. Someone yells in Yiddish, then German: “Out! Now! Quickly, to the woods—to the south!” Relief from the press of bodies, then a new pressure as the flow of people pushes him through the door. Someone grabs his arm —

Ydrel grabbed Isaac by the arm as he pushed the new vision into the old man’s mind.

Isaac blinked, twisted toward Ydrel, then smiled, his eyes bright with tears. “Gideon! Old friend. Thank God!”

Tour Schedule:

1-Sep	www.fabianspace.com	info
1-Sep	http://susannedrazic.blogspot.com/	info
2-Sep	http://NicoleZoltack.blogspot.com	Why I Don't Want Telepathic Powers
2-Sep	http://thebookconnectionccm.blogspot.com	Inspiration Behind Mind Over Mind
3-Sep	http://NicoleZoltack.blogspot.com	review
5-Sep	www.fabianspace.com	Deryl's Letter
5-Sep	www.leebarwood.com/blog.htm	On Uncontrolled Telepathy
5-Sep	http://roseannedowellauthor.blogspot.com	character sketch-Joshua
6-Sep	http://tracysmorris.com	interview
7-Sep	http://lit_handyman.livejournal.com	First Rule of Telepathy
7-Sep	http://inkspotter.com	interview
8-Sep	http://authorguy.wordpress.com	The Making of Mind Over Mind
9-Sep	www.leebarwood.com/blog.htm	review
9-Sep	http://frederation.wordpress.com/	interview
10-Sep	http://productivityathome.com	Small Steps to Big Goals
10-Sep	http://yougottareadreviews.blogspot.com	interview
11-Sep	http://CatholicMom.com	Excerpt:  Joshua and his parents
12-Sep	www.fabianspace.com	Joshua's e-mail
12-Sep	http://boughanfire.com/	review
12-Sep	http://apiusman.blogspot.com/	interview
12-Sep	http://cce613.xanga.com/	info
13-Sep	http://apiusman.blogspot.com/	10 reasons to read/write sff
13-Sep	http://chastitybush.blogspot.com	Joshua & Sachiko
14-Sep	http://apiusman.blogspot.com/	review
14-Sep	http://gloriascorner.com	interview
14-Sep	http://inkspotter.com	Prioritizing Tips
15-Sep	http://theresacrater.com/	The  Miscria
16-Sep	http://chergreen.blogspot.com/	One Sentence a Day
16-Sep	http://karencioffiwrtingandmarketing.com	I Like Ideas!
16-Sep	http://okalrel.blogspot.com/	character interview
17-Sep	http://cce613.xanga.com/	Marketing and the Multi-Genre Writer
17-Sep	http://reviewcarnival.blogspot.com	What Can't Your Character Do?
18-Sep	http://leemather.livejournal.com/	interview
19-Sep	www.fabianspace.com	Malachai's Message
19-Sep	http://loconeal.com/category/guest-blog/	Alien cultures
20-Sep	http://tmarquitz.com/blog/	interview
21-Sep	http://inkspotter.com	review
26-Sep	www.fabianspace.com	reviews
4-Oct	http://naomi-jay.livejournal.com/	Top Ten Reasons I Write
10-Oct	http://rryalsrussell.com/blog/	Telepathy or Insanity?
14-Oct	http://www.teenwordfactory.com/	advice to teen writers

 

Unlike her characters, Karina Fabian lives a comfortably ordinary life.  Wife to Air Force Colonel Robert Fabian and mother of four, her adventures usually involve packing and moving, attending conventions, or giving writing and marketing advice in one of her many workshops.  She's always had an overactive imagination, however, and started writing in order to quell the voices in her head--characters who insisted on living lives in her mind and telling her their stories.  Winner of the 2010 INDIE award, winner and finalist for the EPPIE and finalist for the Global e-book awards, she's glad people enjoy reading the tales her characters tell.


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