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Today we welcome to the blog Author Clare C. Marshall (And
not to get all fangirl, but be jealous, I sort of know her in person, and she's
awesome, and plays the violin like a rockstar!) She's sharing with you an
exclusive excerpt of Stars in Her Eyes, and announcing the sequel is coming
March 2014!
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An Ecopy of Stars in Her Eyes
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Now, let's take a looksy at the cover, the blurb and then read
the Excerpt!! Oh and did I mention that The Stars in Her Eyes is only 93cents
on Amazon? No. Well, it's a steal of a deal and an excellent read!
Burn hot and cold.
Read minds.
Disappear at will.
Dream your own death.
Welcome to Sparkstone University, where some students are more gifted
than others.
When Ingrid learns she's been accepted at the hyper-secretive
Sparkstone University, she is skeptical. It's an honour to attend, apparently,
and yet barely anyone has ever heard of the place.
And everyone seems a little too happy that she's there: especially when
she meets Sunny and her group of friends They seem to already know Ingrid. As
if she was expected. Expected to save the Earth from imminent alien invasion.
Like she has superpowers or something.
As if magic and mutations exist. As if aliens are really planning to
attach.
That just sounds ridiculous There's no such thing.
...right?
Wrong.
A silence
descends between the two of us as I search for something appropriate to say.
She gives me a half-grin. “I’m blabberin’ away. I don’t blame you for thinkin’
I’m crazy, really.” She steals a glance at the camera again. “I just . . . I
just think that there might be a time when I’m not gonna go home. And then Mama
really will be alone.” Reaching out, she squeezes my left hand. “Don’t you let
them make you think that you’re alone. ’Cause you’re not, y’hear?”
My mouth is dry.
“Okay.”
“Don’t let them
scare you. Don’t show them that you’re scared. I’ve . . . I’ve seen things . .
.” She’s whispering now. “And I know how some of it’s going to play out. Just .
. . just promise me, whatever happens . . .” Tears line her eyes.
I frown. “Promise
what? Sunni, why are you crying?”
She leans even
closer to my ear. “I can see things . . . that haven’t happened yet. In my
dreams.” Her voice is a trembling whisper.
There’s a black thud
in my stomach. “That’s how you knew I was coming.”
“Yes.”
“What . . . what
else did you see about me?”
Hidden sorrow and
the stories that accompany it threatens to spill from her eyes. “Some of it I
don’t understand. But you’re not here by accident. They want you here. And so
do we. You can help us. But listen carefully. You can’t help me. I am already
lost. Do y’hear?”
I sit in stunned
silence. My heart is drumming up a storm and there’s a high-pitched ringing in
my ears. “Sunni, why can’t I help you?”
She pulls her hand
away from mine and gets up from the armchair. “Knowin’ everyone’s secrets, it’s
a terrible burden. If they get a hold of me, it’s all over. So don’t think
about me. I know you’ll do the right thing. Make the right choice, and all.”
Sniffling, she wipes her tears away with the back of her hand. “I’m just gonna
go pee. You’ll be all right here?”
“Uh, yeah,” I say.
She disappears into
the bathroom and shuts the door, and I take a moment to process everything
Sunni has just said. Don’t let them scare you. Promise me . . . Promise
her what? That I won’t tell anyone about Misty shooting fire and ice from her
bare hands? Who would believe me, anyway?
Clare
Marshall grew up in rural Nova Scotia with very little television and dial up
internet, and yet, she turned out okay. She has a combined honours degree in
journalism and psychology from the University of King’s College, and is a
graduate from Humber College’s Creative Book Publishing Program. She is a
full-time freelance editor, book designer, web manager, and publisher. When
she’s not writing, she enjoys playing the fiddle and making silly noises at
cats.
Also, come back tomorrow, Maer Wilson
will be on the blog with her recently released novel Portals.
13 December 2013 at 15:47
Haha thanks Avery for having me and saying such kind things!! :)