It's day six, and the celebration is almost to an end, but don't worry--I have an awesome and creepy excerpt from debut ANOTHER LITTLE PIECE to show you all today, as well as a giveaway for an ARC of ANOTHER LITTLE PIECE and swag! Guys, this swag has like postcards and notebooks and stickers and even those mint sheets you put on your tongue to make your breath better! Okay, I'm getting a bit off topic, so lo and behold, a fabulous excerpt from ANOTHER LITTLE PIECE:
Excerpt from ANOTHER LITTLE PIECE
I don't know if it is my very most favorite excerpt from ANOTHER LITTLE PIECE, but it holds a special place in my heart because this was part of the first scene I ever wrote for it - before I even really knew what the story was going to be about. The idea of a girl seeing a cute boy and thinking, "Ooh, I'd like to break me off a piece of that," and meaning it LITERALLY... well, that was enough for me to think that I had something special here and it kick-started the process of figuring out exactly what that something would be. So here is the first little piece of ANOTHER LITTLE PIECE.
Number sixteen, the name RICE written across his back, tore down half the field and danced into the end zone to score the final touchdown of the game. Rice Sixteen ripped his helmet off, and shaking his head, sent long shaggy hair flying. The setting sun flared, gilding him.
And that’s when I felt the first hunger pain. Even from my spot halfway up the bleachers, I could see the beads of sweat on his golden brown skin. Except it didn’t resemble sweat, so much as the juices dripping from the crisped and crackling skin of a roasted chicken. I wanted to sink my teeth into him. My stomach growled with hunger at the thought. Saliva collected in my mouth. I swallowed loudly.
As if he knew, Rice Sixteen’s gaze turned towards the stands and latched onto me. Surprise, shock, and something I couldn’t name rippled across his face—and then the other players surged around him, hiding him from view.
Nausea replaced hunger. Drool turned to dust. Had I really wanted to take a bite of another person?
In that moment it became clear: there was something seriously wrong with me. But was this something new to Annaliese or a problem she’d already had? I turned to the mom, already knowing she wouldn’t react well to the question of whether I’d had a problem with cannibalism before I’d disappeared, and trying to think of another way to phrase it.
And that’s when I felt the first hunger pain. Even from my spot halfway up the bleachers, I could see the beads of sweat on his golden brown skin. Except it didn’t resemble sweat, so much as the juices dripping from the crisped and crackling skin of a roasted chicken. I wanted to sink my teeth into him. My stomach growled with hunger at the thought. Saliva collected in my mouth. I swallowed loudly.
As if he knew, Rice Sixteen’s gaze turned towards the stands and latched onto me. Surprise, shock, and something I couldn’t name rippled across his face—and then the other players surged around him, hiding him from view.
Nausea replaced hunger. Drool turned to dust. Had I really wanted to take a bite of another person?
In that moment it became clear: there was something seriously wrong with me. But was this something new to Annaliese or a problem she’d already had? I turned to the mom, already knowing she wouldn’t react well to the question of whether I’d had a problem with cannibalism before I’d disappeared, and trying to think of another way to phrase it.
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The spine-tingling horror of Stephen King meets an eerie mystery worthy of Sara Shepard's Pretty Little Liars series in Kate Karyus Quinn's haunting debut.
On a cool autumn night, Annaliese Rose Gordon stumbled out of the woods and into a high school party. She was screaming. Drenched in blood. Then she vanished.
A year later, Annaliese is found wandering down a road hundreds of miles away. She doesn't know who she is. She doesn't know how she got there. She only knows one thing: She is not the real Annaliese Rose Gordon.
Now Annaliese is haunted by strange visions and broken memories. Memories of a reckless, desperate wish . . . a bloody razor . . . and the faces of other girls who disappeared. Piece by piece, Annaliese's fractured memories come together to reveal a violent, endless cycle that she will never escape—unless she can unlock the twisted secrets of her past.
A year later, Annaliese is found wandering down a road hundreds of miles away. She doesn't know who she is. She doesn't know how she got there. She only knows one thing: She is not the real Annaliese Rose Gordon.
Now Annaliese is haunted by strange visions and broken memories. Memories of a reckless, desperate wish . . . a bloody razor . . . and the faces of other girls who disappeared. Piece by piece, Annaliese's fractured memories come together to reveal a violent, endless cycle that she will never escape—unless she can unlock the twisted secrets of her past.
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Kate Karyus Quinn is an avid reader and menthol chapstick addict. She has lived in California and Tennessee, but recently made the move back to her hometown of Buffalo, New York, with her husband and two children in tow. She promised them wonderful people, amazing food, and weather that would... build character. Another Little Piece is her first novel.
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