Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Sneak Peek!

Finally done with the first eight chapters of my new novel, DEVIATIONS. Here's a sneak peek from the end of chapter eight. 
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I spin and give the orderly my fiercest glare. “You want me to trust an orderly?”
“I’m not an orderly,” he says, his eyes darting down the street where the shouts are getting louder. “My name is Amos. I’m part of a rebel group, and I’ve been planted in the hall for the past seven months. We’ve been working on a way to get you out ever since your trial.”
I search his face, looking for lies hidden in his expression. “What?”
“Do you really think you’re the type to lead a rebellion?” he asks.
            I shake my head emphatically. “No.”
            “Then let’s prove them wrong.”
            “Get your list. Prove it’s not you.”
Dimwitted idiot. “They can’t find my list!” I hiss.
He exhales sharply. “Lists are kept at the Reserve. In the Archives. You were right; everyone has a list. Yours must still be there.”
“So get it. Bring it back here. And prove that you’re not the one they’re looking for. “
I stare at him like he’s lost his mind. Because surely he has. It’s somewhere with my list, in the realm of the unobtainable.
Amos glances down the street. “Look, the only thing that’s going to save your life and those you care about is to prove to the Order you’re not the leader of a future rebellion. The only way to do that is to find your list.”
            “I am the most wanted person in all of Alladia!" I whisper. "What are the chances this will work?”
“What are your chances if you stay here?” he counters.
The truth smacks around inside my head. I see it there: the judge’s stern gaze. The Order’s look of approval at my sentence. The tattoos on the Executioner’s body. I either become an outlaw trying to prove my innocence or stay here and agree with their sentence of guilt.
Shouts echo off the stone wall. I stare up at Amos. “Why do you want to help me?”
His eyes soften. “Because I don’t think you are who they say they are.”
“They’ll kill you, too. Why risk it?”
“Sometimes doing the right thing is worth the risk.”
My eyes bore into his as I try to figure out if he’s honest or the biggest fraud in the world.
            Amos snatches my hand in his and tugs me around the corner just as torch lights spill onto the street we’d been standing on. I race after him, my heart pounding a furious rhythm in my head that I am either the luckiest girl alive or the stupidest person to ever breathe air. We dash down a tangle of streets, Amos pulling me farther and farther away from my iron prison. When we come to the city wall, he squats down and quickly tosses away a pile of garbage, revealing an opening just wide enough for me to shimmy through. He joins me on the other side, his face dim in the moonlight, then he moves in front of me.
I grab his arm. “Where are we going?”
He throws a smirk over his shoulder. “To freedom, Lennan Eastley.”
Fear mingles with hope inside my chest. I have no time to question him farther as he grabs my hand again. And without another word, I let this red haired vagrant lead me away into the night.

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