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Wednesday, October 30, 2024

[SPOTLIGHT] Lies on the Serpent's Tongue by Kate Pearsall + Excerpt

With Halloween upon us, I’m excited to share a sneak peek at Lies on the Serpent’s Tongue, an upcoming YA horror romance thriller by Kate Pearsall! Set to release January 7, 2025, readers are invited to return to Caball Hollow, the hauntingly atmospheric setting from last year’s Bittersweet in the Hollow. This time, to follow James’s daughter, Rowan, as she embarks on a chilling new adventure.


BOOK 2, in the Bitter in the Hollow Series

Out wherever books are sold, January 7, 2025!
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As Caball Hollow slowly recovers after a tumultuous summer, the James family must also come to terms with their own newly revealed secrets. 18-year-old Rowan James has spent her whole life harboring unpleasant truths—that’s what happens when you can smell people’s lies—and building walls around herself to block them out. Like her younger sister, Linden, who can taste the feelings of others, Rowan has long resented her gift, which has taught her that everyone lies, and no one is who they seem to be. So, when her old nemesis, Hadrian Fitch, the biggest liar of them all, shows up on her front porch—bloodied, broken, and asking for help only she can give—her first instinct is distrust. But something new is stalking the Forest that surrounds Caball Hollow. Now things are disappearing. At first, it’s small stuff—like letters, photos, and keys. But then, Rowan notices people around her are losing their memories. And when the body of a neighbor is found in the middle of town, Rowan knows there’s a link between this death and all the events disturbing the Hollow. Can she find what—or who—the link is before it takes another life?


Lies on the Serpent's Tongue, Book 2 Excerpt

Chapter Seven

 

I turn to look at the door, standing wide open with my pack in front it. Just beyond, I can see the edge of the approaching storm. A rim of thick clouds as dark as night. In two long strides, I cross the room and bolt the lock.


Thunder rumbles off in the distance, and the wind kicks up, howling ominously between the trees. Low pressure makes the air heavy with anticipation, sending birds to find refuge, insects to fly low to the ground on weighted wings, and worms to flee rising groundwater. It’s a silence like the inhale before the howl.


A big gust blows across the ridge, and something strikes the wall with a thud. I move back away from the door. And that’s when I hear it. A footstep just outside, I’m almost sure. Though that’s not exactly right. It was more of a shuffle than a step. It could have just been the leaves, blowing in the walkway. The silence that follows isn’t proof nothing is there. It’s the opposite. And I know I’m no longer alone. Something, or someone is out there. My breath comes faster as I strain to hear. A muted thud. Then a crash against the door hard enough to make it shudder in its frame. I race to the woodstove and reach for the metal poker.


There’s no one to call for help. No one who could get here before a person determined enough could break through the flimsy piece of old wood standing between us. There’s only me. Holding the poker over my shoulder like a baseball player at bat, I slide back the lock and yank open the door. There, lying across the doormat like something the cat dragged in, is a bloodied and unconscious Hadrian Fitch.


***





Book 1 - Available now! 
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In rural Caball Hollow, surrounded by the vast National Forest, the James women serve up more than fried green tomatoes at the Harvest Moon diner, where the family recipes are not the only secrets.

Like her sisters, Linden was born with an unusual ability. She can taste what others are feeling, but this so-called gift soured her relationship with the vexingly attractive Cole Spencer one fateful night a year ago . . . A night when Linden vanished into the depths of the Forest and returned with no memories of what happened, just a litany of questions--and a haze of nightmares that suggest there's more to her story than simply getting lost.

Now, during the hottest summer on record, another girl in town is gone, and the similarities to last year's events are striking. Except, this time the missing girl doesn't make it home, and when her body is discovered, the scene unmistakably spells murder.

As tempers boil over, Linden enlists the help of her sisters to find what's hiding in the forest . . . before it finds her. But as she starts digging for truth--about the Moth-Winged Man rumored to haunt the Hollow, about her bitter rift with Cole, and even about her family--she must question if some secrets are best left buried.






ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kate Pearsall is a creative thinker, an award-winning copywriter, and a storyteller. She has a degree in business and public relations and has written for magazines and newspapers. Bittersweet in the Hollow and Lies on the Serpent's Tongue were inspired in part by a childhood listening to her mom’s stories about growing up in the Appalachian Mountains and visiting family in West Virginia.


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Thursday, January 11, 2018

[Blog Tour] Blood and Sand by C.V. Wyk Excerpt + Giveaway


Welcome to my stop on the Blood and Sand Blog Tour! For today's stop, I have a an exclusive excerpt of Chapter One. Don't forget to check out the other tour stops and enter the giveaway below.



In stores and wherever books are sold January 16, 2018
Hardcover|Ebook| 320 Pages
Published by Tor Teen
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FORGED IN BATTLE...
FROM THE DUST OF THE ARENA...

A LEGEND WILL RISE 


The action-packed tale of a 17-year-old warrior princess and a handsome gladiator who dared take on the Roman Republic—and gave rise to the legend of Spartacus...

For teens who love strong female protagonists in their fantasy and historical fiction, Blood and Sand is a stirring, yet poignant tale of two slaves who dared take on an empire by talented debut author C. V. Wyk.

Roma Victrix. The Republic of Rome is on a relentless march to create an empire—an empire built on the backs of the conquered, brought back to Rome as slaves.

Attia was once destined to rule as the queen and swordmaiden of Thrace, the greatest warrior kingdom the world had seen since Sparta. Now she is a slave, given to Xanthus, the Champion of Rome, as a sign of his master’s favor.

Enslaved as a child, Xanthus is the preeminent gladiator of his generation.

Against all odds, Attia and Xanthus form a tentative bond. A bond that will spark a rebellion. A rebellion that threatens to bring the Roman Republic to its end—and gives rise to the legend of Spartacus...

Excerpt 
Chapter 1

They called them slaves.

In the shadow of the Coliseum, through the paved streets of
Rome, armed guards dragged them by the neck. Rusted iron
shackles cut at their wrists and ankles. Each labored breath was
fouled by the bitter stench of the city. Old and new blood darkened
the rope that bound them together. Clumps of hair, torn
fingernails, and other bits were trapped in the heavy, twisted
strands. It was a rope that had been used many times before.

A crowd of dusty citizenry parted to let them pass, urged
along by the guards and watchmen flanking the slaves on their
walk to the auction block.

Twenty-one women in total, and they all averted their eyes,
trembled with terror. All but one.

At the very end of the line, a slight figure lifted her head and
stared around her, her gaze steady, penetrating. The dirt and
mud that streaked her face wasn’t enough to hide her disgust.

She knew what was going to happen to her and the others. She
knew the warped rules by which the Romans played. Patricians
and plebeians. Masters and slaves. They all filled their roles
without exception. It didn’t matter who she was sold to, just that
she would be sold. She would be bought, and she would be paid
for, and she would be a slave.

She tried to summon calming pictures of her home—the
salty air that drummed against the walls of her father’s tent, the
alternating calm and fury of the Aegean, the stormy gray of
her mother’s eyes. But the pictures quickly turned to images of
carnage and violence.

She’d been a warrior once, and free. Now she was the only
one left, the last Thracian the world would never know. She
wondered if history would remember the genocide of the Maedi,
the annihilation of her people.
Doubtful, she thought. History only serves the winner.
Roma victrix.

She knew she didn’t have the luxury of denial—not if she
was going to survive. So when the bloodstained rope pulled her
forward with a sharp jerk, she focused instead on her training
and her discipline and managed to remain steady.

“Keep moving,” the guard behind her grumbled.

Gripping her rope with bleeding fingers, she spat into the
sand and walked on.





ABOUT THE AUTHOR

C. V. Wyk was born and raised in Los Angeles, CA. She has lived in five states in the continental US (and hopes to add a few international locales to that list). Prone to wanderlust and getting lost, Wyk likes to explore local hiking trails, mountain ranges, dark caves where nefarious mythical creatures undoubtedly reside, and libraries. She currently lives in Maryland with a precocious mini poodle and a demanding guinea pig. 

In her not-so-spare time, she enjoys playing MMORPGs, kayaking, coding, staring listlessly at blank walls, and nursing a totally healthy coffee addiction.








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Tour Schedule (weekdays Jan 8 – Jan 26)
Jan 9 – Novel Knight
Jan 10 – The Book Nut
Jan 12 – Rabid Reads
Jan 16 – Powder and Page
Jan 17 – Arctic Books
Jan 19 – Itching for Books
Jan 23 – Chasing Faerytales
Jan 26 – Gizmo’s Reviews

Tuesday, September 01, 2015

[Blog Tour] Voyagers: Project Alpha by D.J. MacHale (Excerpt & Giveaway)


SIX BOOKS. SIX BLOCKBUSTER AUTHORS. ONE CHANCE TO SAVE EARTH.

AVAILABLE ONLINE & IN-STORES NOW 
The action is on the page, on your device, and out of this world! This multiplatform series is part sci-fi, part eco-mystery, all action-adventure. And you don't have long to wait -- 6 books are coming all in one year!

Earth is about to go dark. Without a new power source, life as we know it will be toast. A global competition is under way to determine who will join the secret mission that might just save us all. Project Alpha is a contest of physical challenges, mental puzzles, and political alliances. The battle is fierce, and only four kids will make the cut. The Voyagers will journey to the far reaches of space, collecting unique elements and facing unbelievable dangers. The future of our planet is in the hands of four kids. Sure, they’ll be the best in the world . . . but can they save the world? 

Do you have what it takes to be a Voyager? Find out at VoyagersHQ.com.

CHAPTER 3 EXCERPT


CHAPTER 3

“The first competition is about how you want to
spend your time here. You will be living in dorms. Boys in one,
girls in the other. They are functional and comfortable.”
“Kind of like camp,” Niko said.

“However,” Phillips continued, “one of you will be invited
to stay in your own private quarters with a queen bed, a private
bathroom, and your own refrigerator.”

“Who gets to stay there?” Carly asked.

Phillips held up a handkerchief-sized golden flag.

“Your first challenge,” he declared. “Scattered throughout
the arena are a few dozen golden flags like this one. Some are
in plain sight, others you’ll have to hunt for. The first person
who retrieves four flags will be staying in the superior quarters
for the duration of your stay. Question is, how badly do you
want it?”

The kids all stood staring at Phillips, not sure how to react.
Phillips pointed to a door on the far side of the hangar
and said, “The arena is through there. The competition
begins . . . now.”

Anna took off running. Niko was right behind her. The
others followed quickly.

The final phase of the Project Alpha competition was under
way.

It began as a frantic free-for- all, like a massive Easter egg
hunt with a lot more at stake than snapping up a few chocolate
eggs. Anna sprinted across the empty hangar and spotted the
first flag hanging next to the door leading to the arena. She
snatched it off the hook and held it up in triumph.

“That room is mine!” she declared, then waved to the
others and ran out the door.

Gabriel, Niko, Ravi, and Siena sprinted for the door and
blasted through right behind her.

Dash took his time. He did a quick scan of the entire space,
checking for more flags. There were none, so he ran for the
door but stopped when he saw that stacked next to it was an
odd assortment of equipment. There were several coils of red
climbing rope, a pile of fleecy pullovers of various bright colors,
and four ice axes hanging from hooks.

“Strange equipment to be in an airplane hangar,” Carly said
as she jogged up from behind him.

“Maybe there’s a flag buried in there,” Dash said, and
quickly dug through the jackets.

“Too obvious,” Piper said as she flew by them.
She spun the wheelchair around expertly and backed into
the door, pushing it open. She rolled outside but held it for the
other two.

“Coming?” she called.

Dash and Carly gave each other quick looks and ran outside.


The air temperature had plummeted to below freezing.
“This is impossible,” Carly said. “We’re in the desert.”
“Cool,” Piper said with wonder. “Literally.”

“That answers one thing,” Dash said. He ran back inside
and moments later came back with three jackets, a coil of rope,
and three ice axes. “This stuff is here for a reason,” he said as
he handed jackets and axes to Piper and Carly.
The three slipped on the jackets, then scanned the area to
see nothing but dense fog.

“What’s this about?” Piper asked in a low voice as if not
wanting to be heard by anyone other than Dash and Carly.

“Our first test,” Carly said. “I’ll bet there’s a whole lot more
going on here than a race for a couple of flags.”

The three moved forward cautiously, straining to see
through the heavy mist. None said it out loud, but they felt
safer together than going at it alone.

“I see one!” Piper exclaimed. She shot forward to where
a golden flag hung from a three-foot-high pole. She grabbed
it, spun back to the others, and held it up, saying, “The
sooner one of us gets four, the sooner we can get out of this
freezer.”

A hulking shadow moved through the mist behind Piper.
Only Dash and Carly saw it. It was a fleeting glimpse but it was
real. And it was big.

“What was that?” Dash exclaimed.

Piper spun around but saw nothing. “What was what?” she
asked.

“I saw it too,” Carly answered. “It looked like a big guy,
moving fast.”

“Anna?” Dash called out.

“I got another one!” Anna called from somewhere in the
distance.

“I don’t like this contest,” Carly said nervously.
“Maybe that’s the point,” Dash said. “They’re testing our
nerves.”

“I’m freezing,” Piper said, her teeth chattering.
“Then let’s move,” Dash said, and they continued on.
They walked cautiously but after taking only a few steps,
Carly slipped and had to fight to keep her balance.
“Whoa! Ice!” she cried as her feet slid out, and she hit the
ground hard. “Ow. That is just rude.”

Dash helped her to her feet. “It’s an ice rink,” he said.
“Don’t walk; slide.”

“Look!” Piper exclaimed, pointing.

Another big shadow shot through the distant mist.

“That’s not Anna,” Piper said, her voice cracking. “It looks
like a Sasquatch. Or a Wookiee.”

“There’s something over there,” Dash said, moving ahead.
The three cautiously slid forward until a massive white
mound appeared out of the mist.

“It’s a pile of snow,” Carly said. “Or a monster igloo.”

“There’s a cave,” Dash said.

A jagged opening was cut in the face of the huge frozen
mound.

“Did the shadow thing go in there?” Piper asked nervously.
“We should go see,” Dash said. “I guarantee it’s part of the
game.”

“I can’t,” Piper said. “I won’t be able to turn the chair
around in there.”


“I’ll go,” Carly said.

“We’ll go together,” Dash said, and the two of them slipped
through the opening.

“Cool,” Piper said. “Be careful.”

It was dark inside, but the ice gave off a faint glow that was
enough for them to see by.

“It’s an ice tunnel,” Carly said. “There’s gotta be a flag in
here somewhere.”

The tunnel twisted sharply, creating blind turns with no
way of knowing what might be lurking around the next corner.
Dash and Carly walked shoulder to shoulder until . . .

CRACK.

The sound came from beyond the next sharp turn.

They froze.

“Something’s in there,” Carly whispered.

Dash fought the urge to turn and run. Instead, he steeled
himself and yelled a warning. “There are two of us!”
He lifted the ice ax and held it out threateningly, though his
hands were shaking.

CRACK!

Whatever was making the sound was moving closer.
It was too late to turn and run. Carly and Dash pushed
closer to one another and tensed up.

CRACK!

A footstep crunched the ice just beyond the turn.
Dash raised the ice ax . . .. . . as a hand appeared from around the corner, waving a
golden flag.

“I’m afraid you are too late,” said a girl as she stepped
around the corner.


“Siena,” Dash said with a relieved gasp.
Carly could breathe again.

“There is a cavern at the end of the tunnel but there was
only one flag,” Siena said. “Check for yourself but it would be
a waste of time because if there was more than one, I would
have taken it.”

“Did you see a big guy lurking around?” Carly asked.

“No, but nothing would surprise me. This is quite the elaborate
challenge. My guess is they erected a climate-controlled
enclosure to house this frigid environment. Now if you will
excuse me”—
she pushed past the others, headed for the mouth
of the cave—“ I have two more flags to find.”
“You already found two?” Carly asked.

Siena held up two flags as she disappeared around the icy
bend.

“Is it me or does she sound like a computer?” Carly whispered.
Dash laughed and said, “Let’s get out of here.”
They walked quickly back the way they had come and
made it to the mouth of the cave with minimal slippage.

Piper was waiting for them with a big smile. “Look,” she
said, pointing higher up on the icy mound.

Dash and Carly turned to see three golden flags on a ledge,
thirty feet up.

“I didn’t tell Siena,” Piper said with an innocent smile.

“So close,” Dash said. “But there’s no way to get them.”
Carly held up her ice ax. “No?”

The shaft was metallic silver with a black rubber hand grip
on one end and a nasty-looking point on the other.

“They’re climbing tools,” he said.

“You need two to climb, which means we both can’t do it,”
Carly said.

Dash looked up to the flags. He’d never used ice axes
before.

“I’ll try,” Dash said. “If I get ’em, we’ll each take a flag.”
“You’d do that?” Piper asked.

“Sure. You found ’em, Carly’s giving up her ax, and I’m
climbing. That’s fair.”

Carly handed over her ax and said, “Be careful.”

Dash grasped both axes, wrapped the safety straps around
his wrists, and faced the icy surface.

“How hard could it be, right?” he asked, not sounding very
confident.

He raised the ax in his right hand and hammered it against
the ice. It caught and stuck firmly. He did the same with his left
hand, a little bit higher. With his foot on the surface, he pulled
himself off the ground. The surface sloped away from him at
enough of an angle that it wasn’t a difficult climb.

“It’s easy,” Dash said. “If it were any steeper I’d be in trouble.”
At that exact moment, his sneaker slipped off and his stomach
smashed against the ice.

“Ouch.”

“You sure about that?” Carly asked.

His answer was to find a better toe hold and then yank the
right ax out of the ice. He reached up as high as he could and
hammered it home again.

“I got this,” Dash said.


Looking up, he saw that the ledge was right below the top
of the frozen mound. It only took another minute and three
more whacks at the ice to reach it. He hoisted himself up,
stood on the ledge so that his head cleared the top of the
mound . . . . . and came face to face with a gorilla-like
white beast that was climbing up the other side. Its fiery red eyes glowed
from deep sockets in a massive, furry head.

“Ahhh!” Dash screamed, and pushed away from the beast.
He fell backward on the ledge but had the presence of
mind to reach out with one of the axes to grab at the ice.
It stopped him from sliding all the way to the ground but he
hung there by one hand. With a surge of adrenaline, Dash
slammed the other ax into the ice. He shifted his weight and
repeated the process until he finished a controlled slide back to
the ground.

“What happened?” Piper asked anxiously.

“I saw what was making the shadow,” Dash said, breathing
hard. “It was a . . . a . . . monster. A big white ape-looking
thing. I fell back and . . . I didn’t get the flags. Sorry.”
“This is getting too crazy,” Carly said. “Maybe we should
just hang together and—”

“Help!” came someone’s scream from somewhere off in the fog.

“Oh man, now what?” Piper said.

“Help me!” the desperate voice called out again.

“C’mon!” Dash said, and moved quickly into the fog,
headed in the direction of the sound. Between zero visibility
and the icy surface, it was slow going.

“I’ve got traction,” Piper said, and zoomed ahead.
They soon heard the sound of splashing, thrashing water.
“I can’t breathe,” the voice yelled.

“Be careful,” Carly said to Piper. “You’re headed toward—”
Dash leapt forward and grabbed the back of Piper’s wheelchair,
stopping her from rolling off the edge of the ice and into
a frothing pool.

“—water.”

“Oops,” Piper said, breathless. “Thanks.”

“Who’s out there?” Carly called.

“It’s Niko!” came the desperate shout. “The ice broke
and . . . and . . . it’s so cold I can’t catch my breath!”
“Here,” Carly said, grabbing the rope and uncoiling it.

“We’re throwing you a lifeline,” Dash yelled.

“Hurry!” Niko pleaded.

“Tie the end to your chair,” Dash said to Piper.
While Piper looped the end around the arm of her wheelchair,
Dash took the rest of the rope and slid closer to the edge.

“Where are you?” he called out.

“Here!” Niko responded.

The fog was so dense, Dash couldn’t see him.

“Ready!” Piper called out.

“Here it comes!” Dash hurled the rope in the direction of
Niko's voice. There was a splash and then . . .

“I got it!” Niko cried with relief.

“Hang on, we’ll pull you out!” Dash yelled.

He immediately started pulling but the surface was too slippery
and his feet went out from under him. He sat down and tried yanking the rope again but only ended 
up pulling himself closer to the edge.

“I can’t get traction,” he called to the others with growing
panic.

“I can,” Piper said. “Let it go.”

Dash released the rope and Piper pulled it all the way in.

“I can’t hold on!” Niko called.

“Help me,” Piper shouted to Carly. “Stand on the back and
hang on to the rope.”

Carly grabbed the rope with one hand and stood on the
back of the chair. Piper took hold of the controls. She jammed
the vehicle into reverse and eased open the throttle. Slowly, the
chair moved backward.

“Hang on, Niko!” Dash yelled.

The wheels dug into the ice and kept moving as they gradually
pulled Niko closer.

“There he is!” Dash called out.

The four other candidates skidded up out of the fog, watching
in wonder as Niko was towed to the edge of the ice. Dash
grabbed him and pulled him up onto the slick surface. Niko
was breathing hard and shivering.

Piper pulled off her jacket and threw it to Dash.
“Wrap him up,” she commanded. “If we don’t get his body
temperature up, it could hurt his heart.”
Dash pulled off his own jacket as well and put both jackets
on Niko.

“Rub his back to get his blood moving faster,” Piper added.
Dash followed orders and rubbed Niko’s back.

“I’m okay,” Niko said through chattering teeth. “Thanks.”

Piper and Carly exchanged high fives.
“I saw a flag and went for it,” Niko said. “But the ice
gave way.”

“Did you get the flag?” Anna asked.

Niko shook his head.

“Well, I got three,” Anna announced. “The game’s still on.”

“No, it isn’t,” Piper announced, and handed her flag to
Anna.

“Seriously?” Anna said with surprise.

“Congratulations.”

A loud horn sounded as bright lights kicked on, bathing the
group in warm white light. The whirring sound of giant fans
filled the arena as the fog was blown away. Within seconds, the
entire area was revealed.

“Exactly as I suspected,” Siena said with a smug smile.
They were in a giant white tent that was large enough to
house a twelve-ring circus. Ice covered the entire floor like a
giant hockey rink. Five different ice mounds like the one Dash
had climbed were scattered about. The water that Niko had
fallen into was a moat that surrounded an island with the largest
mound.

A metal catwalk ringed the tent high above them. Hanging
below it were multiple high-intensity
lights. The air temperature rose quickly to a more desertlike norm.

“Well done!” Commander Phillips exclaimed as he strode
toward them. “We have a winner of the Tundra Event.”
Anna held up the four flags triumphantly.
“What is this place?” Gabriel asked. “It’s like some fun-house
arctic weirdness.”

“This is the arena where many of your challenges will take
place,” Phillips replied. “In here, we can create any kind of
environment and situation. Niko, you were never in danger.”
He pointed to the moat where several frogmen had surfaced
and gave a thumbs-up.

“I just hope I don’t die of pneumonia,” Niko replied.
“What about the gorilla?” Dash asked. “What was that
about?”

“Just another element of surprise,” Phillips explained. “We
need to see how each of you will react under different forms of
stress.”

“How did we do?” Carly asked.

Phillips smiled and said, “That’s for me to discuss with the
rest of the Project Alpha team. Now, everyone back into the
hangar where you’ll be taken to your quarters. It’s been a long
day. Anna, you’ll be shown to your private room.”

“Yes!” Anna exclaimed, and hurried off.

Phillips stepped up to Niko and helped him to his feet.
“How do you feel?” Phillips asked.

“Cold and wet,” Niko replied. “But ready for the next contest.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Go get dried off.”
Niko headed for the hangar, followed by Siena, Ravi, and
Gabriel.

Dash stood up and went to Carly and Piper. The three exchanged
high fives.

“Not bad,” Dash said.

“Tell me,” Phillips said to Piper, “why did you give up your
flag?”


“I wanted the contest to be over,” she said. “Besides, I
didn’t want the prize.”

“You didn’t want a private room?” Phillips asked, surprised.

“Nope,” Piper said. “I didn’t come here to be alone.”

“I see,” Phillips said with no emotion. “Go join the others.”
The three headed off, leaving Phillips in the middle of the
arena. He surveyed the scene with satisfaction as the ice melted
around him.

He then looked up to the catwalk.

Looking down was a single observer wearing a blue jumpsuit
similar to the one Phillips wore. It was a teenager with
short blond hair who stood leaning on the guardrail. At his feet
sat a golden retriever.

“Thoughts?” Phillips called up.

“Eight solid candidates,” the young man called back. “Let’s
hope they can handle it when things really get rough.”




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