Title: Whispers Across the Indus Subtitle: A Novella Collection Author: Fizza Younis Release Date: 31st Oct 2026 Get it before 10th November to avail the discount: Buy Link About the Novella Collection Four tales. One sweeping landscape. Infinite whispers of the heart. Journey across the Indus in this collection of four captivating novellas. From the snow-capped mountains of Tibet and Northern Pakistan to the bustling heart of Punjab, these stories tell tales of the ordinary and the extraordinary, exploring the boundaries of love, the shadows of the past, and the magic that lingers long after you have read the last page. In Dead Heart Longing , a mighty king cursed to roam an ancient Tibetan castle as a ghost finds his frozen heart melting for a woman drawn to the secrets of the past. Their love defies time. But at what cost? In Danger Dead Ahead , a woman seeking adventure in the treacherous mountains of Northern Pakistan stumbles into a world of murder and mayhem, where lo...
Cover Reveal + Excerpt:All the Skies I will not See: A Novella (A Touch of Cinnamon, Book 1.5) by Petra March
Synopsis:
It takes 7 seconds to crash.
It takes 3 seconds to fall in love.
It takes an infinite moment to let go.
David Medwin's life is fading away, and all he can think about is what it means to be alive.
An intense story about life, death and, most of all, love.
(Ages 17+)
It takes 3 seconds to fall in love.
It takes an infinite moment to let go.
David Medwin's life is fading away, and all he can think about is what it means to be alive.
An intense story about life, death and, most of all, love.
(Ages 17+)
-Release Date: June 9 2015
Pages: 33 (estimated)
Editions: Kindle, eBook
Publisher: Petra F. Bagnardi
Cover Artists: PFB and F. Chericoni
Prologue
Now.My name is David Medwin. I'm twenty-one years old. Something bad happened to me.
These are the last, precious moments of my existence. So, while my body is still shrouded in merciful numbness, I let my mind and my soul awaken and wander.
I hold on to my memories and my regrets.
I drink in the world for the last time.
The sky is a dense, dark-blue blanket studded with bright stars. The air is heavy with the sweet scent of flowers and pine trees. The cheerful voices of the night creatures perform a pastoral symphony just for my soul.
No, that's not right. I'm not alone.
My friend Eagan is resting beside me. His eyelids flutter restlessly, speaking of an uneasy slumber. As I contemplate my best friend, terrible, unexpected anguish surges within my chest. It's a cold, frightening, strong sensation that forces my mind to focus on my body. My limbs feel strangely weightless, as if I were floating, and my skin were made of dust. But I'm flesh and bones, and my mind knows that the soft numbness is a temporary relief and the sudden sadness brimming inside of me mean something. Something painful.
I'm not alone. Eagan is with me, which means that something bad happened to him as well. I hope he's not hurt. I want him to live. I don't want to leave him.
I glance at Eagan once more. My friend's eyes blink open and, for an infinite moment, his blue gaze lingers upon my features not with familiar kindness, but with fear; then Eagan's lips part in a wordless cry.
About the Author:
Petra March studied Screenwriting and History of American Cinema at UCLA and NYU. Presently, Petra keeps traveling and dreaming through her novels. Her characters are deeply in love with Europe and the USA, just like Petra is.
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