Although everyone on my blog knows about my book, "AGAINST THE FALLING MOONS" I actually entered a pony from my original manuscript, "SKIPPING TIME."
When Cacee and her best friend, Jess, somehow fall through a painting that skips them from the mountains of North Carolina to the bowels of New York City—and sixteen years into the past—Cacee discovers that Jess is far from the “straight A Eagle Scout” he’s pretended to be. Instead, he’s a street-smart delinquent who picks pockets and wins knife fights with equal aplomb. As Cacee and Jess struggle to stay alive long enough to return to their own time, she must decide if a thief and a liar can be trusted with the biggest thing he’s ever stolen—her heart.
Throughout Skipping Time, Jess and Cacee continuously encounter a painting called, "The Hollow." It's a picture of a enchanted glade with a Magnolia tree. Because of this, we decided Pony Cacee should be in "The Hollow."
We painted her pearly white, because Cacee in my book has pale skin and long, dark hair she usually hides behind. Her eyes are a purplish blue.
One more pic here, cause I couldn't resist how her wings were shining in it.
There is actually a scene in my book, that fit perfectly. If you're still reading at this point, I hope you like it. :)
This time Jess felt no pain, just the surge of his power, rising. The petals coating the ground floated upwards as the blossoms from the tree floated down. In seconds the air was thick with flowers that dipped and twirled like exotic butterflies.
Cacee's eyes shone--twilight-blue against the ivory of her skin. Her lips were the same shade as the Magnolia blossoms that lit in clusters throughout her dark hair. She looked like one of those old black and white photos that’s been tinted with color.
When she smiled at him, Jess felt his heart swell. The tree responded by shaking off another gentle snowfall of pink that landed on Cacee's shoulders and in her lap, her hair and her hands. Sitting in the enchanted glade , clothed in flowers, she was so beautiful it hurt.
Despite all that had happened, Jess found he could still smile. “There. Now you can’t say I’ve never given you flowers.”