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About the author:
Anya Stassiy was born in Kazakstan. She is the oldest of two children. Anya graduated from New York Institute of Technology with B.S. in Physician Assistant studies in 2007. She practices medical and aesthetic dermatology in Brooklyn, NY. Eyes of Amber is her debut novel, but she also has several articles published in various medical journals. Anya lives in NJ with her husband and three children
What inspired you to write your book?
I was inspired by my experience in the medical field and all the patient stories that I have collected over the years.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“What are you doing here child?” a familiar voice says softly to me as my feet are being stroked by warm water on a pebbled beach.
I look to the horizon feeling a deep sensation of loss. I need to be beyond that horizon, but for some reason I am not in control of my body and I cannot move. Tears run freely down my cheeks, mourning the loss of hope of reaching beyond the visible border in front of me.
I look back and see my grandmother, she is a young woman with long fiery red hair just like mine, looking at the same horizon as me, but her face expresses complete content. She knows she is where she is supposed to be. She waves and floats closer to me to embrace me in a hug.
“I found Jacob.” I tell her, breathing in a comforting smell of rosewater.
“I know, my angel. You have found what I have lost and I gave you what you were not looking for, but you cannot stay here and wait, you have to go back.” The riddle doesn't make sense to me.
“But we are surrounded by water, there is nowhere to go.” I state the fact of isolation on this stone covered beach.
“I love you Mila. You have to fight the darkness.” She pushes me away with inhuman like strength and my body is thrown into the waves that pull me under despite my struggling for a breath of air. I feel the cold of the water all around me, I sink deeper and the darkness envelops me. I keep fighting just as my grandmother told me. I feel the water entering my lungs and I am gasping for air but all I feel is the pain and the cold of the water in my chest compressing my body. In a last push of resistance I look up to the reflective roof of the water, up high, I see the round circle of the sun that glistens amber, sending its rays to me. I reach out and the invisible force carries me forward to the light of the warm surface.
I open my eyes in a familiar setting of a hospital room, but in an unfamiliar position. I am a patient and I see countless eyes looking at me with an expectation.