Book Feature: Fair To Hope by Sam Reed #YA #urbanfantasy #promo
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About the Book:
Title: FAIR TO HOPE
Author: Sam Reed
Publisher: North Loop Books
Pages: 222
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Author: Sam Reed
Publisher: North Loop Books
Pages: 222
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Velma had
lived two lives: her first as a former foster kid, and her second as an
unlikely recruit into a secret order that satisfied her need for
retribution. Her fifteen-year-old self had given up on hope, but after
three years with the Taram, she’d found her life’s purpose.
That is,
until she is surprisingly named Kachina, the fabled chosen empowered to fight
the last battle for the fate of the world. Having to kill someone she
loves was never part of the bargain, even if it means saving everyone else
from damnation.
Building a
normal life free from the pull of the Taram—seems like the only answer
to her prayers. Except her best friend, the other Kachina, is coming. The
legend is clear that one of them must die.
Velma will
have to weigh the cost of her life against a world that’s constantly
betrayed her and quite literally decide if she’ll be damned in dying,
taking the whole world with her.
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Book Excerpt:
It had been twenty-three days. I wrapped and
rewrapped the bandage around my waist, praying my ribs were bruised not broken.
I bought more ramen in packs of ten and camped out in the motel, eating the
chicken-flavored noodles for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I tried to sleep,
but he was always in my dreams. Once I closed my eyes, thoughts of him came
roaring back like waves before a storm.
Bribed by the brightness
of day I could almost remember us as a fairy tale, detach myself like it was
someone else he’d sat next to that first day eating an ice cream cone and an
apple, telling me I was beautiful. That we were “forever.”
At least it wasn’t just
me. He’d had Nita fooled, too. She’d watched the two of us after quarantine
training, sitting to hear from the elders, eating lunch outside in the
sunshine, whispering secrets, laughing, trusting—she would have warned me if
she’d known. She was the only person left to trust.
It was easier to think
about Nita, even though I waited every day for her to come, to find me and drag
me back. At night the sound of cars, people in the hallway fumbling with their
motel keycards, the muted tumble of the ice machine all bruised the air like an
omen. I kept the shades closed and the volume on the TV low. I made mental
checklists of the redeemable points: I was alive, there was still money left,
still noodles in colorful wrappers stacked next to the TV, the air conditioner
worked today. That was okay until I blinked and saw his face, until the memory
of his smile pushed against any safe space I tried to build, then the tears
found room all over again.
I would not cry. I would
do something. Figure something out. I’d make a plan, and it would have to be
soon, very soon. It had been twenty-three days. My connection to the others was
still too strong.
Nita would be coming.
About the Author
Sam Reed is a born and bred
southern girl who grew up reading Toni Morrison, Archie Comics, Christopher
Pike, Octavia Butler, Dean Koontz, and Stephen King. When she’s not thinking of
what to write, she is napping or eating, going to church, wishing she could
sing, trying to perfect her Grandma’s biscuit recipe, watching A Different
World reruns, sitting in the sun—or reading a book.
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