Print Cover Sneak Peek!

I've had to do a bit of re-imagining for the print cover of the book. The original idea of the two planets is there, but it's a bit more subtle.

Sneak Peek #3

Happy Friday! It's time for another sneak peek at "Zoe Thanatos". This week's sampling comes from Chapter Six: A Foreign Visitor.

Please remember that these snippets are not necessarily the final version that will appear in print and are subject to change. If you find any errors please email me. Thanks.

     “Tell them you couldn’t find me.” He really didn’t care how it would make her look. It wasn’t her job to fetch him.
     “They’ll just send someone else to look for you, Evan.” Her tone was resolute. It was an inconvenient truth he had no interest in hearing and he would stubbornly ignore it for as long as he could, the monarch be damned.
     “Well, they don’t know where I am, right? So I have some time.”
     She scowled at him, stood up from the bed and put her hands on her hips. “You’re acting like a fool!” she admonished. A cursory glance at her and it was as if he was looking at their mother, right down to the way her hands wrapped around her hips. He tried to ignore the stabbing sensation in his chest, knowing that tears would follow if he allowed himself to dwell on the past.
     “I just need some time.”
     “How much time do you think will pass before the Stratons grow impatient and send someone after you? What do you think will happen when they find you then? The whole of Terra may be under the impression that we live with the Stratons as their guests, but you and I both know that is not the case. We’re their prisoners, Evander. Don’t you forget that.”
     “Give me a day. Go back to Terra and tell Kyra and Ignatius that I’m on my way back and make sure they don’t send anyone after me. The last thing I need is to see Hector or Alcander showing up at my door.”
     “Why do you need a day? To say goodbye to this girl?”
     Evan rolled his eyes at his sister. “Yes. She’ll want to know why I’m leaving.” At least, he hoped she would. He thought back to her many questions and knew there would more to follow. He didn’t want to have to explain this to her, nor did he want to say goodbye.
     “Does it matter what you say? It’s not like you can tell her the truth.”
     He kept his eyes down and his mouth silent, but could feel her glaring back at him incredulously.
     “What have you told her?”
     “Enough for her to not accept a simple goodbye.” He looked at her defiantly, daring her to challenge him.

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Sneak Peek: Bonus

As promised, here is a bonus sneak peek at "Zoe Thanatos." This snippet is from Chapter 7: The New Day.

     “Reproduction units?” she reiterated.
     “For procreation and regeneration,” he clarified.
     “You’re able to regenerate?” She had seen plenty of science fiction movies and television shows where people were able to grow or regenerate internal body parts, but it always remained in the realm of science fiction.
     “It’s how we live for so long,” he answered nonchalantly. Of course he would have been used to such technological advances.
     “Okay, and procreation? Is everyone a test tube baby?”
     He looked at her strangely, the colloquialism not quite registering. “Test tube baby?”
     She felt dumb for even having suggested it. It sounded much worse out loud than in her head. “Um, it’s a term, a pejorative really, for when an egg is fertilized outside of the body ... like in a laboratory.”
     “Oh, I see. We don’t have such a crude name for it but yes. It’s how we control the population.”
     Zoe was gobsmacked. “So what about... You don’t...” she trailed off. Her cheeks warmed as they filled with a rush of blood. “Do you have sex?”
     She immediately regretted the question. The rush of blood to her head intensified. She could practically see her skin turning red in her peripheral vision. It wasn’t as if she was this forthcoming with every person she spoke to.
     Evan cleared his throat and took a sip of water. Zoe could just barely make out what appeared to be a smile that partially concealed and distorted behind the glass.
     “Sorry,” she rushed. “Of course you shouldn’t answer. I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I asked that.” ‘Oh god, I wish I was dead.’ Her face was flushed hot and a bead of sweat was forming at her hairline. Oh how she wished she had said anything else or could at least disappear into thin air.
     She didn’t dare make eye contact with him. Instead, she pretended to be suddenly fascinated with her purse as though she were looking for something absolutely imperative to her survival. A new face might have done the trick. Her hands moved absentmindedly over her belongings hoping one of them would provide a distraction from the moment.
     His hand was on hers before her mind could even register what was happening. It was tan and very soft, but strong. A few veins made soft hills under the skin and a smattering of lightly colored hair grew down the side of his hand and over his knuckles. His fingernails were short and clean, a pleasing fact that made an impression somewhere in the back of her mind. She had not even noticed him get up from his seat across the table and sit next to her on the couch.

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Sneak Peek #2

This week's snippet comes from Chapter Three: The Impossibility of the Life of Anne. Please remember that these snippets are not necessarily the final version that will appear in print and are subject to change.

     The nagging incomprehension in her was temporarily quelled. Perhaps this wasn’t her life she returned to and she was in some sort of afterlife. There was no sense to his words or actions, no logic to explain what happened between the leap and those moments on the beach. However, she was certain that it was his arms she felt around her in the air, as absurd as the notion felt.
     “I don’t understand,” was all she could manage. She could hear in her voice if not in her words that she was agreeing to his plea. Sure enough, from the corner of her eye she saw a group emerge and faintly recognized her travel companions. Out on the water the large boat from the harbor was a growing speck in the distance.
     He was on his feet with his waist bent down, his hands extended towards her as an offering. “Can I help you up?” he asked. Before she could answer his hands were under her arms, lifting her gently from the sand. Her feet were steady beneath her but he held her in place a moment longer. She recalled his words, ‘I couldn’t let you do it.’ What did he mean?
     “How can I know if I’m dead or alive?” Zoe asked weakly. Evan’s eyes widened beneath the thick carpet of his eyelashes, his eyebrows burrowing deeper into his face.
     “I can tell you for a fact that you are not dead,” he answered.

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Sneak Peek #1

Every week until the book is released I will be posting a chapter snippet to give you a sneak peek into the world of "Zoe Thanatos". Today's snippet comes from Chapter 1: Strangers on a Boat.

     She pulled her hair out from the binding of her ponytail and set her pack on the ground at her feet. Unencumbered, she stood at the edge of her world and closed her eyes. She breathed in the scent of the salty water blowing from the water, the breeze flowing through the goosebumps on her skin and around tendrils of hair. The sun moved slowly, warming the crown of her head, the top of her neck, and finally the tops of her shoulders before she opened her eyes. After the boat ride, the nearly three hour hike, and several hundred feet above the water that spread out at length before her, everything was the same minus the one thing she was searching for. Whatever last moment of happiness she experienced in that very spot was lost in time. 

     Her right foot took a step a few inches back, her left foot following suit. One foot at a time she inched backwards from the cliff. Her determination set as her eyes opened. This was her final plan come to fruition. 

Let me know what you think in the comments section! Next Friday I'll be posting another sneak peek from the book, but there will be plenty more to talk about between now and then. 

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