I received my galley for The Last Twilight last week, and it’s due back on Monday. Good times.
I’m trying to find an excerpt to post, but everything after the third chapter spoils the beginning (which is going to be featured, pre-revision, in a promo booklet coming to Barnes & Noble this November). Let’s try this, though:
Amiri walked in front. He had taken off his shirt and tucked it into the back of his loose drawstring scrubs. His back was lean as a whip, his shoulders broad and sinewy, and though his skin was dark as rain-soaked earth, there were golden undertones that even in the forest twilight seemed to gleam in his sweat and in the play of shadows rippling against his hard muscles. He was tireless, quick.
But looking at him made her head hurt even worse. Rikki glanced over her shoulder, desperate for a distraction. Eddie was behind her. She had barely gotten a look at the young man since escaping the camp. There was finally enough light to see the dark hair, the lean pale face. He was younger than she expected; young, with old eyes. Familiar, too. Startling so, which did nothing for her headache.
“Ma�am,” he said quietly, catching her gaze.
“Hey,” she replied, hoarse. Eddie reminded her of someone. Her brother. Dead at seven, but with that same dark unruly hair. Those soulful eyes. Uncanny, how much it seemed like him, if only older. The young man could have been family.
No, she told herself, turning away sharply. No, don�t go there. Don�t you dare.
But staring in the other direction was no help, either. Amiri was there.
I know, not much of an excerpt. Hardly even a tease. I’ll try to post more as the release date nears.