First off, a big thank-you to everybody who voted in the poll I put out on Friday. Some perhaps not-so-surprising results, lots of interesting comments, and food for thought on which direction I should go next with writing! I appreciate every response so far. 😀
Why am I doing a Snippet Sunday instead of Saturday? Well, I was waiting for a few things to come into my email Inbox, and they finally arrived not too long ago!
Yesterday (or rather, very early Saturday morning), I finally finished the rough draft for Castaway 4. The next week is the big push towards publication, and I’m trying to do as much as I can to make this a memorable occasion (although shh, don’t tell anyone, but there’s at least one more installment slated for this year!). One of my goals is something completely new to me. Nearly all the books I read nowadays are ebooks; it’s very rare that I pick up a paperback anymore. That isn’t to say I don’t love print books, in fact if I love a book enough I’ll deliberately find the paperback (or hardbound) version just to keep it on my shelf!
And when it has your name on the cover? Priceless.
So you can imagine my joy when the Cover Artist Of Awesome finally sent these babies into my inbox tonight. They make me squee SO BIG!! More information will come as I work on finishing touches but, yup, the individual serials are going to be out in paperback for a limited time. I don’t know about you, but I’m DYING to hold these pretty puppies in my hand!!!
With only a week until the release of Castaway 4, I’m sure you’re chomping at the bit to see the latest cover. It had me smiling BIG when I saw just the concept, and I couldn’t be happier!
Image overload! Danger, danger!! And all you came to see was the penultimate Snippet
Saturday Sunday for Castaway. 😉 Well, I figured I’d choose a juicy tidbit to tide you over for the next seven to ten days. 😀 As always, this is an excerpt from the rough draft and subject to change during the editing process. Enjoy!
“But we aren’t here to reminisce about the past, are we?” Dismissing Lucas, Rush turned to me. “You have a choice to make, my dear. Which will it be?”
I stared at him, trying to keep my emotions in check. “Which what?” I asked, deliberately misunderstanding.
Rush was nothing if not patient. “I’m giving you a choice. Two of you will walk off this bridge, allowed to live one more day. But you must choose the one to die.”
Words failed me. My mouth moved as I struggled to speak, but there was nothing I could say that would make this situation any less hideous. “Just one?” I said breathlessly, unable to wrap my mind around the concept.
“One will walk – or in their case, stagger – off this bridge with you, and one will sink to the bottom of the Thames beneath this bridge. And don’t you two gentlemen try and decide for her,” Rush added, raising his voice so he would be heard by the brothers. “If either of you take matters into your own hands, you all die. No, this choice is up to your mutual lady here.”
The phrase was more a grunt than speech, but was the first time I heard Jeremiah speak. I made a small mewl of distress as I saw him try to lever himself upright and slip on the wet cobbles. His hands were black in the low light, and something told me that dark stain pooled beneath him wasn’t mud.
“Yes, actually,” Rush said as if scolding a child. “And don’t think I’ll let the leaving brother free for long, but you have another day of life depending on what the lady here decides.” Rush turned back to me. “My dear, both of your men are in dire need of medical attention. It would behoove you to choose quickly.”
The face staring down at me couldn’t be much older than I was, yet the evil I saw chilled me to the bone. Rush was close enough to me that it would only take a few steps for me to attack. The weight around my leg wouldn’t normally be much of a problem, except that I’d be pushing off with my injured ankle. The offending joint pulsed with each heartbeat, swollen but not outright painful, but I couldn’t trust it to hold me up.
After a moment of nothing, Rush sighed. “I see we need to give you added incentive.” He moved to the center of the bridge and, reaching under his jacket, pulled out a long handgun and pointed it toward Jeremiah. “One.”
Begging would change nothing, but I dropped to my knees anyway. The uneven cobbles dug into my shins, my ankle burning at the new position. None of that mattered however; I was about to lose everything no matter what I decided.
Rush swung the weapon toward Lucas. “Two.”
“I choose myself.”
He paused. “That wasn’t one of my options.”
“I’m serious. Think about it,” I replied quickly, surprising myself by how strong my voice was. “They both love me in their own way. You could still exact your revenge in the future but make them both suffer in the meantime.”
Rush studied me for a moment, then his lips twitched up ever so slightly into what might have been a smile. “Okay, go ahead then. Throw yourself off the bridge.”
Everything inside of me seized up. It was one thing to say you’d sacrifice yourself – it was something else completely to go through with it. “Do you promise,” I asked in a shaky voice, “to let them both go if I do this?”
“No.” His answer cut through the air like a knife. “But,” he conceded after a moment’s hesitation, “you do make a compelling point.”
“But you won’t kill them here on the bridge?” My voice wavered, the chills that held me stiff with fear giving way to a quaking that shook me apart.
“I might.” Rush shrugged. “You will get no guarantees from me, except that I will kill all of you if you don’t make a decision soon.”