And here is the promised excerpt from Faery Rebels: Spell Hunter by R. J. Anderson. Her ability to combine vivid language with strong characters has sucked this reader into an exquisite world where faeries have lost their magic. Read, enjoy, salivate for the release date!
Although not released until April 28th, you can pre-order now from Amazon. (Don't forget: if you pre-order, you save money!)
Still clutching Paul's shirt, she gave one last kick--and felt herself shoot upward, shattering the pond's surface. She flung her head back and gulped air, then scissored her legs, propelling herself and the limp body in her grip toward the shore.
Her feet touched bottom almost at once. She stood up and dragged Paul through the shallows to the edge of the pool. His face was spattered with mud, eyes closed and mouth hanging open. Pulling him as far as she could up the shore, she wrenched him onto his side and began to pound his back. He lay motionless as she thumped him, and she feared that she had reached him too late. Then suddenly he coughed, and water gushed from his mouth.
She waited until he had stopped coughing before rolling him over again. His eyes remained closed, but when she laid a hand on his chest she could feel his breathing, ragged at first, but growing deeper. She slapped his cheeks. "Paul. Paul! Can you hear me?"
He did not respond. With her smallest finger she wiped the slime from his lashes, looking for some glimmer of consciousness beneath those lids. "Paul, please--"
His cheeks puffed out in a last, weak cough; he stirred, and opened his eyes.
"Aaaah!"
Alarmed, Knife let go of him and leaped back. Only then did she realize what had made him cry out, and she stared at her filth-spattered hands in disbelief.
"You," croaked Paul. "You're--"
"I'm big," said Knife blankly.
***
EXCERPT from pgs. 138-139 of FAERY REBELS: SPELL HUNTER (c) R.J. Anderson 2009
Although not released until April 28th, you can pre-order now from Amazon. (Don't forget: if you pre-order, you save money!)
(And friends in Britain, Australia, and New Zealand, you can purchase now under the title Knife, though it has a different cover.)
***Still clutching Paul's shirt, she gave one last kick--and felt herself shoot upward, shattering the pond's surface. She flung her head back and gulped air, then scissored her legs, propelling herself and the limp body in her grip toward the shore.
Her feet touched bottom almost at once. She stood up and dragged Paul through the shallows to the edge of the pool. His face was spattered with mud, eyes closed and mouth hanging open. Pulling him as far as she could up the shore, she wrenched him onto his side and began to pound his back. He lay motionless as she thumped him, and she feared that she had reached him too late. Then suddenly he coughed, and water gushed from his mouth.
She waited until he had stopped coughing before rolling him over again. His eyes remained closed, but when she laid a hand on his chest she could feel his breathing, ragged at first, but growing deeper. She slapped his cheeks. "Paul. Paul! Can you hear me?"
He did not respond. With her smallest finger she wiped the slime from his lashes, looking for some glimmer of consciousness beneath those lids. "Paul, please--"
His cheeks puffed out in a last, weak cough; he stirred, and opened his eyes.
"Aaaah!"
Alarmed, Knife let go of him and leaped back. Only then did she realize what had made him cry out, and she stared at her filth-spattered hands in disbelief.
"You," croaked Paul. "You're--"
"I'm big," said Knife blankly.
***
EXCERPT from pgs. 138-139 of FAERY REBELS: SPELL HUNTER (c) R.J. Anderson 2009
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7 comments:
Interesting!. Nice tension and surprises in such a short scene.
I'm very excited about this one!
What a great peek! Thanks!
FYI - I want this book bad!!!!!!
It looks like fun.
i really loved this one!!
What doesn't come across in this little excerpt is the fact that faeries have lost their access to magic -- but there is definitely a sense of powerful language, of strength packed into a tiny space, which works so well on several levels: to imitate the nuances of your protagonist with word choice and sentence structure is pure magic.
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