The Page – Excerpt #2

Seriously, I think that Bookbub post has become the bane of this blog’s existence, because I think nothing else I write today will top it in terms of usefulness, importance, or… muchness.

Also, I have 1 more final exam today, but I want to keep to my daily postings. I don’t want to stress too much on what I want to write about.

So I thought I’d share another excerpt from my book!

I think it’d be best to remind you this novel is for young-adult audiences, and as far as I’m aware, most of you, dear readers, are adults who write much more brilliant things than this. But if you have a teenager in your life who loves fantasy, I humbly ask that you recommend this one.

You can find a little more information on the story by clicking here and you can find the previous excerpt here. Feedback is always appreciated.

Let me set the scene for the excerpt… (though I’m terrible at this).

The scene I’m about to share with you is a little far into the book, the beginning of a chapter. Something has devastated Thaniel and his group, but they’ve still got to trudge on through to get to the princess. They’re so close.

Mal, the oldest and wisest of the group, has temporarily assumed the leader role.


 

To Resurface

The mist lingering through the trees began to thin as the group trudged uphill, the sun slowly rising with them. They’d spent the entire night walking up and through growing hills, feeling too heavy and restless to stop and sleep.

Mal and Alitalia led the way, Hooligan awkwardly behind, followed by Thaniel, ad then Mandolin.

None of them had spoken for hours. What could be said? No apologies… no compliments… no reminiscing would help in any single way. To look for any sort of light in the situation was futile, and Mal knew this, which worried him most.

In his old age—that he never wished to give a number to—he’d learned, gained, and lost many things and people. He knew what it was like to teeter into the dark and never want to resurface, let no glimmer of day find its way in. There was comfort in the dark, a cocoon of denial, the warmth of isolation. It was a  powerful addiction, one difficult to get out of.

Now add magic to the mix.

Dark days turn into storms, denial is a blackout, and isolation seems more like being blown apart. Magic has a funny way of taking on the personality of its wielder.

Mal had dragged down many others in his dark days, hurting others much more than they deserved, than he intended, and he often did whatever he could to avoid the responsibility, the realization that he had become worse than what had broken him. And worse pain was to come when it was time for him to dig himself out of the deepest pit one could fall in and undo everything.

Now he thought of Mandolin with apprehension. He’d only known the young witch for a few days. He didn’t know of her past, what she was like on a normal day, how she dealt with minor conflicts. This wasn’t the time to probe for answers. All he had to do was be ready for when she lashed out. Like anyone in grief, she would. And like Mal, her magic would magnify it hundredfold.


There might be a few excerpts in the future, maybe once a month until summer… or until Book 2 comes out! They’ll be out of order, though.

If you’d like to read more of the story—in chronological order—you can find The Page in print at Barnes&Noble, and print/Kindle on Amazon. Or bookmark it for later from my Bookbub page!

Tell your bookwormy, fantasy-loving friends!

Thank you for your time.

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Author: Saffron Grey

"Saffron Grey" is a preferred pen name, something to be referred to online. Saffron wants to be cool. School is a full-time job, writing is a dream career, blogging---a hobby, and acting---a dream. To do all three at the same time is a challenge gladly accepted. Saffron lives in California with her mother, sister, and their dog, Pepe.

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