Here in the U.S., today is Mother’s Day. I know some families go all out, but around here it’s a pretty low-key day. My family is good about regularly letting me know how much they appreciate the things I do (when I remember to do them!). We’ve plenty of hugs and “I love you”s to go around here, and if you hang out long enough, you’ll get caught in a chain of them. 😉 I even get to look forward to a nightly foot rub (on the nights when I’m not so immersed in my make-believe worlds that I forget to stumble out of the writing cave until after midnight). How’s that for a spoiled author??
But still…in honor of the day, I thought I’d participate in Snippet Sunday with a snippet that speaks for itself and is–ahem–appropriate for the day. These ten lines are from the upcoming sequel to Spark Rising…the book formerly known as Direct Current (it has been split in two due to content and length, so has received a new title! Direct Current is now the title of the third book.). I’m almost done with the first draft (hooray!), and its worked-over version is due at the editor’s by the end of June (gulp!). The wheels are spinning here. The machine is working for you!
Without further ado, here’s your snippet:
Jackson made a small noise in his throat that was halfway between a negative denial and a gasp of disbelief. His hands pressed in, an almost painful pressure as they squeezed on either side of her. A moment later, the pressure eased. His hands slipped away from her, though his eyes remained trained downward.
Lena tilted her head to catch the edge of his gaze. “Jackson?”
What the Dust had he seen?
“It’s not infectious.” His voice was soft, but oddly flat. “And the only person it could be a danger to is you, especially with us living like this. It’s not a knot of Dust or sickness. And I doubt it has anything to do with you or Rose glowing.” He looked away into the dark of the night around them, still refusing to meet her eyes.
Dread curled inside her, working its way up to the center of her chest. What had he seen?
Lena tugged on his sleeve to bring his attention back to her, though he refused to cooperate. “What did you see? What’s the light?”
She watched his throat work as he swallowed. “It’s a heartbeat, Lena.”
Uh. Oh. *grin*
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If you’re in the mood for double the fun, I am guest blogging today for the brilliant and talented Liza O. at The Multi-Verses of Liza O blog. Go check it out and give Liza a follow. Have a great day, all!!