Let the Countdown to Weather Child's release begin...
It is almost that time (aka March 1st) when a new and, I am quite sure, wonderful novel known as
Weather Child will enter the world of print and eBook fiction. A couple of times a week until March 16th I will be posting excerpts in honor of the novel and as part of the
Weather Child Virtual Book Tour.
In addition, as preparation for the release of Phillipa Ballantine's novel,
Weather Child, you can win a copy of
Weather Child by entering this giveaway!
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I hope you enjoy the following excerpt and take time to check back for more tidbits and giveaways during the following couple of weeks!
"...The
train squealed as they landed on the narrow walkway between the final car and
the coal wagon. Faith managed to catch herself before rolling off, but her hat
came loose and was lost into the dust.
Scrambling
up, they could see over the pile of coal the pale and astonished face of the
engineer. He was taking in the fire and the creature that he could obviously
see. He disappeared back again. The train sped up and Wirimu and Faith were
forced back into the ruined carriage by the swaying of the train.
“He’s
not going to risk stopping in Paraparaumu,” Wirimu yelled over the screaming of
the wheels. “He’ll push on to Shorecliff where there is a police presence.”
It
made sense, and Faith was thankful for the quick thinking of government
employees. Glancing behind her, Faith knew they couldn’t be far from the
tunnel.
“You
go unhook the back carriages from this one,” she instructed Wirimu. “I can’t
risk an all-out battle with so many civilians. I’ll hold her off. Quick,
there’s a tunnel.” Mid sentence she had already delved into her magic, Hoa
leaping to aid her. The wind began to scream even louder than the train. It
filled her with satisfaction and completeness just as always. When it was in
her, she was more than just human; she was the living, breathing embodiment of
nature’s might.
Seeing
the oncoming darkness and feeling the wind begin to batter at the sides of the
train, Wirimu didn’t ask any further questions. He dashed back along the now
pitted and ruined first class carriage, just as the train plunged into the
darkness of the tunnel.
Time
slowed. It wasn’t a trick of Faith’s perception or magic; she sensed that
immediately. The train was slowly shuddering, where as mere moments before it
had been bucking like a wily rodeo horse. Only two remaining lights at the far
end of the carriage gave any illumination, but it was enough...."
...Excerpt will be continued on Wednesday...
For more information about
Weather Child, see my earlier post:
http://hearttoheartbooks.blogspot.com/2014/02/weather-child-by-philippa-ballantine.html