Release Date: January 2014
Description:
The mystery enshrouding Hutton’s Bridge is as impenetrable as the fog that descended at its borders eighty years ago. Each year, three villagers enter the mist searching for answers. No one ever returns.
Then a dragon falls from the sky to the town square, dead—the first glimpse of an outside world that has become nothing more than a fairy tale to Hutton’s Bridge. Except to Tressa.
Tressa grew up with Granna’s stories of the days before the fog fell. When Granna dies, leaving Tressa without any family, Tressa ventures into the fog herself, vowing to unravel the foul magic holding Hutton’s Bridge captive.
What she discovers beyond the fog endangers the lives of everyone she loves.
EXCERPT:
Bastian watched Tressa run away.
Same as always. Unless their best friend Connor was there, Tressa wouldn’t
stand in Bastian’s presence any longer than necessary. Not even today, when she
needed him.
He turned to the direction of his
cottage, not eager to go home. He’d been at the forge for a couple hours,
pounding out metal in intense late summer heat. He was ready for a break, but
hearing of Sophia’s death was not what he anticipated for the day.
Bastian’s intention had been to grab
a snack and a long drink of water, but going back to his cottage meant facing
his wife. They had come together the same way every other couple in the village
had.
Once the council checked the lineage
charts, they placed ribbons with the eligible men’s names written on them. The
woman would choose a ribbon and that man would be her mate for three months. If
the woman conceived, they were bonded. If not, the process began again.
Bastian had his chance with Tressa.
He’d loved her too and when it was confirmed she hadn’t conceived, both of
their worlds fell apart. They were forced to move on with others. His coupling
with Vinya was successful the first month – and he’d hated himself every moment
of it. It felt like a betrayal.
He walked through the town,
invisible to everyone despite his height and red hair. Silence was his way and
people had learned to ignore him. They spoke in whispers, everyone concerned
with what was to come next. Bastian couldn’t be bothered with it. As long as
the fog surrounded Hutton’s Bridge, nothing mattered. He was trapped.
The door swung open before he could
place hand on the handle.
“Bastian. You’re late. I’ve had your
snack waiting for some time. Why can’t you ever do anything right?” Vinya
sighed and stepped out of the way. Her eyes, so accusing, raked down his chest.
“And you’re filthy. Can’t you ever remember to wash before coming home? I work
so hard to maintain this dump you call a cottage, just so my daughter and I
have a decent place to live. Maybe you could be respectful of us for once?”
Bastian nodded. He’d learned long
ago that words wouldn’t soothe her feral soul. Vinya was determined to strip
away any semblance of manhood he had. At first he found her attitude amusing.
Now he wished her lips would fall off.
Ignoring her huffing, he sat down at
the table next to his daughter, Farah. “How are you, baby girl?” He ruffled her
curls.
Vinya slapped him on the shoulder.
“Don’t touch her with your filthy hands.”
“Good, Papa.” Farah ignored her
mother too. At two, she’d already learned to cope with the circumstances.
“Wanna nut?” She held out a walnut in her tiny hand.
Bastian’s fingertips were almost as
big as her palm. He plucked the nut and tossed it in the air, catching in it in
his mouth. Farah squealed and clapped.
“Again! Again!” She scrambled for
another nut.
Vinya
slapped Farah’s backside with the broom bristles. “Stop it, now. Go lay down
for a nap.” Farah nodded, dropped a quick kiss on Bastian’s cheek, and ran
through the door to her little room.
“You don’t have to be so harsh with
her, Vinya.” Bastian said between mouthfuls of bread. “She’s still a baby.”
“Speaking of babies…” Vinya sat down
at the table next to him. “It’s about time we try to conceive a second. Our
village needs children to survive.” She reached out, running her fingertips
along his arm. “It’s been so long since –”
Bastian looked up at her. Vinya had
loosened her top. She dipped her chin and fluttered her eyelashes at him. Long
ago, that move worked. He was younger. More eager. Trying to drown out his
frustration about losing Tressa.
Now he didn’t want anything to do
with Vinya.
“Sophia died.”
Vinya’s hand snapped back as if he’d
burned her. “Finally. That woman was too old. Taking up resources the rest of
us need.”
Bastian held back the urge to slap
her. He’d never raised a hand to anyone, much less Vinya, but there were moments
he fanaticized about it. “She was loved deeply by many in this village.”
Vinya snorted.
“What?” He asked it even though he
knew he shouldn’t.
“You’re only worried about your
precious little Tressa. Just like always.” Vinya stood up and continued
sweeping the floor. The dirt among the rushes didn’t stand a chance against her
fury. “Well, after tomorrow that won’t be a problem anymore. Maybe once the fog
swallows her, you’ll be back in my bed. She’ll be forgotten and we can finally
have a proper marriage.”
Bastian stood up, wiped the crumbs
off his hands over the plate, and placed it in the washbin. He scrubbed with
the cloth, sure he would wear a hole in the metal plate. “You shouldn’t speak
of death like that.”
It had been feeding on his soul
every day since Tressa’s name was chosen three months ago. He’d sought her out
repeatedly, but never had the strength to say what he wanted. That he missed
her. He loved her. He wanted her to stay in the village and live a long life even
if he could never touch her again.
“I can’t wait for Tressa to die.”
Vinya stood defiant, her hands clutching the broom’s handle. “I’ll finally have
you all to myself.”
Bastian glared at Vinya. “You will
never have me. Never again. You make me sick.” He tossed the plate on the
table. It slipped and fell to the floor. Neither made a move to pick it up.
Bastian strode across the room and through the doorway. He slammed the door
behind him, not caring who saw.
She’d gone too far.
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About the author:
I've been a freelance parenting journalist since 2003 and began writing YA novels in 2009. I live in the Chicago suburbs with my husband, two kids, and our miniature schnauzers, Ace & Tanu.
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1 comment:
I love the cover :)
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