Showing posts with label excerpt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label excerpt. Show all posts

Thursday, July 22, 2010

The Deathday Letter - Exerpt #2

"The sun's bright, the water's warm, and I'm alive. Really alive. And I realize the truth: I was dead yesterday, and I'll be dead tomorrow, but today I'm alive."

~ Shaun David Hutchinson, The Deathday Letter 

*happy sigh* I heart this book, seriously - go read it!!!! And be sure to enter the contest to win a signed copy! Just leave a comment below and on any of the other posts this week for extra entries :D

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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The Deathday Letter - An Exerpt

 "Still, I want to know whose awesomely idiotic idea it was to cram a whole bunch of teenagers into one giant, hermetically sealed bubble and expect us not to kill and devour each other. There's a reason caterpillars go into cocoons to turn into butterflies. Because teenagers are monsters."

~Shaun David Hutchinson, The Deathday Letter 

If you think that's awesome, you should read the rest of the book! Don't forget to enter our contest for a chance at a signed copy of The Deathday Letter! Just leave a comment below. Comment on every post this week and get one entry per comment for a total of 6!

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Thursday, June 25, 2009

Teaser Thursday

Okay, since this book is one chapter from being finished (with an interested agent :D), I thought I'd post a little teaser. :) This is a bit from chapter 16. My MC is a 17 yr old girl named Kesi Alexander. (thanks BJ!!) :D



The second Gerry rang the bell, we both started circling each other, crazy, anticipatory grins on our faces, hideously distorted as they were by our mouth guards. Gerry stood on one side of the ring, shouting encouragement, while Rachel’s coach did the same on the other side. Rachel’s mother had come and was watching with that slightly pained expression that mothers often get when their children are about to do something that is probably going to end badly. I was glad Netty wasn’t there.

Then Rachel threw a punch that connected to my chin and I narrowed my focus to her. She got in a few more good jabs, but I barely felt them. My blows glanced off her but seemed to be affecting her more. I smiled, grinding my mouth guard between my teeth. I had her; I knew it. I was going to knock her out before our first round was over.

We circled each other a few times, each fending off minor hits. Then my chance came. She dropped her hands, just a little, but it was enough. I aimed a low punch with my left hand and as she tucked to protect her ribs, I let my right fist fly.
My glove connected to her face. Her head whipped around with sickening crack. I saw her eyes for a split second. She looked...surprised. And then she went down. She didn’t move again.

Gerry went nuts. He jumped in the ring, picked me up, and swung me around. “I knew you could do it, I knew you could!”

But I just shook my head, murmuring, “No, no, no, no,” over and over. I couldn’t take my eyes off Rachel. She lay motionless in the ring, her coach frantically trying to revive her. Gerry saw what was going on and stopped celebrating. He put me down and rushed to her side.

Rachel’s coach looked up and stared at me, his eyes horrified and accusing. Her mother was shrieking into the cell phone on her ear. I couldn’t move, couldn’t even blink. I just stared at the girl on the ground while the sound of ambulance sirens filled my head. What had I done?