The Journal

By Lori Meyer

When Lilian finds herself kidnapped, the only thing providing her with a shred of hope is a small brown book. But can the words jotted inside its binding help her make her way to freedom?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lori Meyer
• Release date: Mar 24, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476458915

Lori Meyer

My name is Lori Meyer. I am a mother of two and an elementary teacher. During the 2008 – 2009 school year, through the enthusiastic encouragement of my classroom full of fourth graders and my own two daughters, I decided to create a story from a dream I had had one night. And from that dream a series grew and then a spin off.From the day I started on that journey of creating a story from a dream, I found I couldn’t help but become hooked. They say once you are bitten by the writing bug it becomes a part of you. I found that to be true and have been writing ever since.I have always been an avid reader, with my favorite stories involving sexy vampires and fierce shape-shifters. But now I find even more enjoyment in creating my own characters and stories.I currently have three short stories and nine novels available as e-books and at amazon you can get them in paperback as well.The novels in Cedar's Series are entitled DISCOVERING CEDAR, BREAKING CEDAR, BEYOND CEDAR, and RESCUING CEDAR. My spin off series (Cole's series) has three novels entitled SOUL OF SEVEN, SEVEN DEGREES STRONGER, and SEVEN'S END . The Worth Duet has two novels, WORTH THE RISK, which is currently available, and WORTH THE SACRIFICE will be published in August.

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Preface

Staring out through my bedroom window into the now empty flower beds in my backyard, I couldn’t help the trickle of tears that flowed down my cheeks. On this very day, exactly one year ago, my mom disappeared from my life.

I always looked forward to helping her ‘decorate our backyard’ – as she used to call it – every spring, as soon as the Virginia sun thawed the ground in our small hometown of Berwine.

At the age of six, I could hardly contain my excitement when my mom first asked if I wanted to help her create beauty. For ten years after that, my mom and I grew picturesque flowers to enjoy each and every summer.

The dragon lilies were my favorite. Sure they were pretty flowers but it was the name that intrigued me most. I always believed the world held some sort of magic and I secretly hoped someday to tap into some of it.

An even though my mom told me magic was only found in fairy tales, she never rebuked me for my silly beliefs. But now, in her absence, my belief in magic was slipping away. If there were such a thing, how could something so horrible happen?

Backing away from the window, I found my feet leading me out of my room, – of their own volition – down the steps, out through the back door, and into the desolate dirt piles in our backyard.

Standing in the forsaken remains of happier times, all I could