“You Will Hear Thunder” by Anna Akhmatova Inspires Audrey

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Things We Say

May 27th, 2076

Top Hat Island

Kyppa. You better be home in 10 minutes!!!

Mom

o . O . o

May 28th, 2076

Top Hat Island

Kyppa,

It’s half an hour past curfew. Where are you?

Mom

o . O . o

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Jen’s Book Club

Am I the only one who has a strategy when shopping for books? I have it down to a science. First, authors on my radar are perused and back cover blurbs are skimmed. I hold the book in both hands. I open it, careful not to crack the spine. I read. If I make it 3-5 pages in without putting it down, I carry it around for awhile just to be friendly. Lather, rinse, repeat. Then I start over, and try to put them all back. If I have trouble putting them back, I take them home.

I have trouble a lot.

I swear, they give me puppy dog eyes. It’s awful.

Because of the trouble and the puppy dog eyes, my TO READ pile is taking over my life. I think they breed and multiply while I sleep, like rabbits.

I thought I would share a few of the books I was unable to put down: the ones with puppy dog eyes and the breeding propensity of rabbits (in no certain order) (all summaries from amazon.com).

1. Black City, by Elizabeth Richards

A dark and tender post-apocalyptic love story set in the aftermath of a bloody war

In a city where humans and Darklings are now separated by a high wall and tensions between the two races still simmer after a terrible war, sixteen-year-olds Ash Fisher, a half-blood Darkling, and Natalie Buchanan, a human and the daughter of the Emissary, meet and do the unthinkable–they fall in love. Bonded by a mysterious connection that causes Ash’s long-dormant heart to beat, Ash and Natalie first deny and then struggle to fight their forbidden feelings for each other, knowing if they’re caught, they’ll be executed–but their feelings are too strong.

When Ash and Natalie then find themselves at the center of a deadly conspiracy that threatens to pull the humans and Darklings back into war, they must make hard choices that could result in both their deaths.

2. Fell, by David Clement Davies

In this dark, thrilling fairy tale, it is the wolf who saves the girl. Fell, the dark-furred twin brother of Larka, the heroine of The Sight, must face life without his sister or the rest of his loving pack. He’s a lone wolf now, a “kerl,” an outcast from his kind who shares his sister’s fatal gift for seeing the future and the thoughts of others. This gift leads him to befriend a young girl, also an outcast from her people. They have a shared destiny: to free the land from a tyrannical ruler who would enslave man and animal alike.
 
The prequel to this book, David Clement-Davies’s bestselling animal fantasy The Sight, is set among the wolves of Transylvania.

3. Sylo, by D.J. MacHale

They came from the sky, parachuting out of military helicopters to invade Tucker Pierce’s idyllic hometown on Pemberwick Island, Maine.
 
They call themselves SYLO and they are a secret branch of the U.S. Navy. SYLO’s commander, Captain Granger, informs Pemberwick residents that the island has been hit by a lethal virus and must be quarantined. Now Pemberwick is cut off from the outside world.
 
Tucker believes there’s more to SYLO’s story. He was on the sidelines when the high school running back dropped dead with no warning. He saw the bizarre midnight explosion over the ocean, and the mysterious singing aircraft that travel like shadows through the night sky. He tasted the Ruby—and experienced the powers it gave him—for himself.
 
What all this means, SYLO isn’t saying. Only Tucker holds the clues that can solve this deadly mystery.

4. Everyday, by David Levithan

Every day a different body. Every day a different life. Every day in love with the same girl.

There’s never any warning about where it will be or who it will be. A has made peace with that, even established guidelines by which to live: Never get too attached. Avoid being noticed. Do not interfere.
It’s all fine until the morning that A wakes up in the body of Justin and meets Justin’s girlfriend, Rhiannon. From that moment, the rules by which A has been living no longer apply. Because finally A has found someone he wants to be with—day in, day out, day after day.

5. Let it Snow, by John Green, Lauren Myracle, and Maureen Johnson

Sparkling white snowdrifts, beautiful presents wrapped in ribbons, and multicolored lights glittering in the night through the falling snow. A Christmas Eve snowstorm transforms one small town into a romantic haven, the kind you see only in movies. Well, kinda. After all, a cold and wet hike from a stranded train through the middle of nowhere would not normally end with a delicious kiss from a charming stranger. And no one would think that a trip to the Waffle House through four feet of snow would lead to love with an old friend. Or that the way back to true love begins with a painfully early morning shift at Starbucks. Thanks to three of today’s bestselling teen authors—John Green, Maureen Johnson, and Lauren Myracle—the magic of the holidays shines on these hilarious and charming interconnected tales of love, romance, and breathtaking kisses.

I can’t wait to read all of these before fifteen more appear! What’s on your list of books to read?

Audrey’s No Rules Friday

So I thought it would be fun to share a snippet from my desperately behind Nano novel. Please forgive my grammar because I’m not editing until December.

From Across the Cold Dark Sea:

I push the door and it swings into the stone of the wall. It splinters and Da stands up from his chair at Eòsaph’s bed. His black fur cloak falls to the floor along with his chair.

“Nansaidh!” he roars. I run right up to his heaving chest and hold up my hand. My lungs are screaming and I have to take a couple of shuddering breaths before I can speak. Da glares at me but waits.

“Da. I know the words. I know the words.” I sink to the floor, black spots dancing before my eyes, but Da hauls me back to my feet. He shakes me hard and my teeth rattle, but the black spots go away.

“Speak them, Lass,” he commands.

“I’ll need the Lochlanach,” I say to his chest. Da’s large hands still grip my shoulders tightly. “I’ll need them side by side.”

Da is silent. I keep my eyes on his chest, afraid to see his doubt of me etched in the lines of his face. He finally releases my shoulders and I resist the urge to rub the blood back into them as he moves to the door and calls for the other to be brought in. I have to jump out of the way when Calum and Marc drag his hulk into our hut and toss him into the dirt beside Eòsaph. I wince as the Lochlanach hits the floor. Lying next to my brother, he looks like a giant, over a head taller than Eòsaph and twice as broad.

“Say it now, Nansaidh,” Da’s voice echoes against the stone walls. He, Calum, and Marc look at me and my stomach feels like it’s full of moths. I don’t want to fail again.

I turn my back on them and kneel in between the heather of my brother’s bed and massive chest of the foreign warrior. I rub my fingers together to try and work the trembling out of them before placing a hand over each of their wounds. I hope my words are strong enough to heal their hearts.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

“Gaol-ást,” I whisper and wait. I squeeze my eyes tight until blue streaks start to appear. “Gaol-ást,” I speak again, louder.

My hands start to feel hot and I press my hands harder into their chests until I feel blood gurgle up between my fingers. “Gaol-ást!” I scream and pain like fire fills my palms. My eyes fly open as my hands are pushed off their chests with such force that I fall back onto the cold floor.

I push myself back up and stare into the ice-blue eyes of the Lochlanach. He is awake and sitting up, a bright red slash over his heart. I turn to Eòsaph, who is moving to sit up, his fingers feeling his own red welt, when I hear the sound of swords being drawn.

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I hope your novels are going well. We’re at the half-way mark. Go, go, go!

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Stay tuned for Jen’s No Rules Friday next week.

Happy Cimmerween! From Julie

Cimmerween!

Feathers

Attilles warned me of the destruction the leggers would bring to the land. As I fly south, smoke from their dying fires chokes me. The sky is still deep gray, though if I squint I can see the hairy sleeping bundles. I have a few more hours to find his body before they wake.

I left the roost yesterday evening when Threnody, the hen from Kouhmar settlement, told me Attilles was dead. His blood feather is in the pouch around my neck. When I try to picture Attilles, Threnody’s gray face looms before me instead, and her words:

“He seduced me. I didn’t know he had your feather, Rai.”

She tried to touch my hand, and I nearly slashed her with the knife I’d readied for myself. Instead, I left. A warrior’s body should be cremated, so the soul can fly…

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