The Invisible War. Book Excerpt.
On May 11, 2016 | 0 Comments
Here’s an excerpt from The Invisible War. I’m pretty thrilled about it and would love to know what you think.
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We’re getting down to the wire now, and I’m currently doing the rewrite for the second book of the Hope and Dinah series, a combination of young adult science fiction, fantasy AND urban drama– The Invisible War. The connection between Hope and Dinah deepens as they both begin to suffer from a contamination that’s coming from people’s heads. Below I’ve pasted an excerpt from Hope’s world! Let me know what you think. I would be SO immensely grateful to get your feedback and input on sample chapters that I send through email. As my thanks, I often send any giveaways, news and freebies to the supporters before I post them to this site or social media.
Thirteen year old Hope can see the contamination coming from your head.
The Invisible War Book Excerpt
“Daddy, no!” Hope finally cried. The door froze, and he turned to look at Hope. Hope started talking fast. “It’s a setup. My friend from school told me. He’s doing it around the neighborhood. Scaring people. I have an idea for how to keep him out of our yard. Mr. Lew will help me. And I promise, it’ll work. Just please don’t go out there,” she said, terrified sobs starting to clog up her throat.
He looked at her again, thinking about it for a moment, and then closed the door. Though her mother held her a few feet from the window, Hope still heard doors slam outside. Hope had felt the blood drain from her face, she couldn’t feel her heart beat, and everything around them had fallen absolutely still except her parents and the noises outside. Daddy’s arm shot out, pointing for Hope and Mama to go to the back of the house. As they did, Hope turned back to see her stepdad following behind them, crouching low, and then he made a left turn into the dining room. She heard the patio door slide open on the side of the house. The whole world froze. Hope and Mama waited painfully long seconds. Finally, Hope heard the tires screech again. The beat of her heart returned, clanking so hard it almost shattered her ribs, and reverberated up to her ears. Daddy began to pace all around the living room, as he set the gun on the floor in a corner and began making phone calls.
Thirteen year old Hope Casey confronts the most feared gangster in her town.
Hope started to tell Mama what happened at Ms. Sissy’s Five and Dime a few days ago. But something stopped her. She saw Mama’s tight forehead and the creases pushing together between her eyebrows. If Hope told them, they would only get more scared and protective. They wouldn’t let Hope out of their sight. They might even make her change schools and send her back to live at her grandmother’s house. As much as Hope would love to live with her grandmother again, she knew if she left, Bam wouldn’t get what he wanted. And then he might kill them all. No. Her overprotective parents would make things worse if they knew. This could only end if Hope gave him something. What that was exactly, she didn’t know.
Her ears strained hard to be supersonic as her parents paced the floors in their bedroom, arguing over whether to call police. Hope didn’t stop listening until they stopped talking, finally, about 1:30 a.m. Once their light went out, the universe behind her eyes did not. She lay in bed and her eyes drooped, but the neurotransmitters in her brain would not stop firing information. I cannot generate enough electricity to stop a speeding bullet. So what else can I stop? Another object. Hope started to fall asleep.
Bam. She jerked again. She fell into a restless sleep. Only to wake up at 2:46 a.m.
Behind her eyes, images flashed at her. Hope shoved back the covers, got out of her daybed, and poked through her blinds. She saw them again— millions of tiny, floating particles. Only this time they were not round as globes or glowing like embers. This time, they appeared as many broken bits of a mirror, black and shiny, rotating as they wafted through the street. What are they? Her sight fell on the velvet and gold box Mr. Lew had given her yesterday. The looking glass! She took it out, extended it and shoved it through the blinds, angling it toward the street. She then shoved her eye into the small end. The shards rushed up close to her, and she gasped. She could see movement inside them! The tiny images in each shard were people! They were moving, doing things, but the tiny slivers changed like static. Morphing, the images within each shard did not remain.
Against the black night, millions of tiny particles wondered in the street, silvery silhouettes under the white streetlight. Hope angled the glass up as she watched some particles ascend, rising right out of the sky. Yet some of them drifted off to the side. She focused her vision best as she could to make sure her tired eyes were not fooling her. She could have sworn that some of the black, jagged shards were drifting sideways, proceeding in the direction of the train tracks.
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