Book Blurb
Even in a world without names, where neighborhoods are built on giant pillars and magic lurks in dark corners of humanity, usual people meet in typical ways—at work or by hiring a matchmaker. Boys do not meet girls sitting on their own headstones, or while running from giant cougar-like creatures. However, the Girl with Brown Eyes is not a usual girl. And the Boy, still with no title, is about to find that out for himself.
The Boy has no idea why mutant beasts keep attacking him. It’s possible he spends too much time strolling through cemeteries. But, maybe these attacks aren’t random at all. Perhaps they are attempted murder, though nobody believes his claims. Yet. That all changes when the Boy plummets off his home pillar while being pursued by a flying monstrosity. The Girl with Brown Eyes is there – if not to save his life, then to at least verify his tale.
Now, unsure if she’s trustworthy or even where she came from, the Boy must make his way back up the pillars and discover who his assailant is . . . lest they learn the dangerous secret of the impending demise of the Girl with Brown Eyes.
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At twelve years and not old enough for a title, the Boy kept his focus on the moss-covered cobblestones at his feet, but he stopped his daily walk through the cemetery at a sight even he could not dismiss.
“You shouldn’t do that.” He narrowed his eyes and glared with indignation.
“Do what?” The target of his fury, a girl no older than he, swung her legs back and forth. She had brown eyes, but that was the only feature he took in before noticing something else far more interesting.
“What you’re doing, sitting on that headstone there.”
“And why shouldn’t I?” Her question seemed genuine, but the Boy could not fathom how she could not see the issue with her actions.
“Because. Someone died there.”
The Brown-Eyed Girl brushed an orange leaf from the headstone. “No they didn’t. Not one of these people died here. They all died at home in their beds, or abroad in the world, or wherever it suited the world best to have them die.”
The Boy paused in surprise at her response but could not deny she was right. “Well, I’m sure that person doesn’t want you sitting on his headstone.”
“Oh, I’m quite certain she doesn’t mind.”
The Boy jolted. Who did she think she was? He puffed up his chest. “And how can you be so certain?”
She ran her fingers through her hair and shook it loose. “Because,” she said, “this headstone is mine.”
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Let’s talk about something we all are interested in. Sex? No, someone did that already. Books? Nah, you’re expecting that. Myself? Yeah right…Food! Everyone likes food. If you don’t like food, then there is a great weight loss program where they tube feed you for two weeks. Sounds delightful. (Sarcasm Alert!)
So you see it, that amazing pumpkin chocolate chip cookie (or whatever your weakness is) taunting you from across the house. You know it’s there. You want to it eat. It wants you to eat it. It’s practically begging you. But there’s a problem, that deliciousness incarnate has those dreaded calories in it. What are you to do?
Eat it!
“What? I can’t eat that calorie bomb, Amazing Author Tracy,” you say to me.
Of course you can. Think about it. You got up and crossed the house. That’s got to be like 20 calories burned right there, and you have to walk back*! Oh and I hear chewing and digesting burns calories. So you see? You’re actually working out by eating that cookie. So go for it. Eat that sumptuous morsel. And if anyone asks, you can tell them you worked out today.
And if anyone asks more, say you did the Jorgensen Burn workout. You’re welcome. If you want to repay me, you can sign-up to be notified when my novel comes out. It gets you one e-mail and an automatic entry to win a copy of my book. Free stuff is always the best stuff.**
*Note, I have no idea how many calories are actually burned. This is not medical advice. This is a book blog.
** Except when it’s not.
Book Excerpt
“You shouldn’t do that.” He narrowed his eyes and glared with indignation.
“Do what?” The target of his fury, a girl no older than he, swung her legs back and forth. She had brown eyes, but that was the only feature he took in before noticing something else far more interesting.
“What you’re doing, sitting on that headstone there.”
“And why shouldn’t I?” Her question seemed genuine, but the Boy could not fathom how she could not see the issue with her actions.
“Because. Someone died there.”
The Brown-Eyed Girl brushed an orange leaf from the headstone. “No they didn’t. Not one of these people died here. They all died at home in their beds, or abroad in the world, or wherever it suited the world best to have them die.”
The Boy paused in surprise at her response but could not deny she was right. “Well, I’m sure that person doesn’t want you sitting on his headstone.”
“Oh, I’m quite certain she doesn’t mind.”
The Boy jolted. Who did she think she was? He puffed up his chest. “And how can you be so certain?”
She ran her fingers through her hair and shook it loose. “Because,” she said, “this headstone is mine.”
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Oh shoot, you actually read this far. That means I have to actually have a guest post. Okay, let’s do something quick (as I’m sure you have a notification to go sign up for, hint hint).
Let’s talk about something we all are interested in. Sex? No, someone did that already. Books? Nah, you’re expecting that. Myself? Yeah right…Food! Everyone likes food. If you don’t like food, then there is a great weight loss program where they tube feed you for two weeks. Sounds delightful. (Sarcasm Alert!)
So you see it, that amazing pumpkin chocolate chip cookie (or whatever your weakness is) taunting you from across the house. You know it’s there. You want to it eat. It wants you to eat it. It’s practically begging you. But there’s a problem, that deliciousness incarnate has those dreaded calories in it. What are you to do?
Eat it!
“What? I can’t eat that calorie bomb, Amazing Author Tracy,” you say to me.
Of course you can. Think about it. You got up and crossed the house. That’s got to be like 20 calories burned right there, and you have to walk back*! Oh and I hear chewing and digesting burns calories. So you see? You’re actually working out by eating that cookie. So go for it. Eat that sumptuous morsel. And if anyone asks, you can tell them you worked out today.
And if anyone asks more, say you did the Jorgensen Burn workout. You’re welcome. If you want to repay me, you can sign-up to be notified when my novel comes out. It gets you one e-mail and an automatic entry to win a copy of my book. Free stuff is always the best stuff.**
*Note, I have no idea how many calories are actually burned. This is not medical advice. This is a book blog.
** Except when it’s not.
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