July 22, 2014

Happy Book Birthday to Shauna Granger and Time of Ruin!

Okay, everyone...what's my favorite part of writing? In unison now....It's the people! I love the other writers I've met along the way, many of whom I'm now lucky enough to call friends. 

Shauna Granger is among the best. She's super-spunky, sweet, supportive, and she's a great writer, too. She's also one of my critique partners (CPs in the biz) which mean we'll read early drafts of each other's work to provide feedback.

I've had the pleasure of being involved with her new series, Ash & Ruin, since the beginning. These are post-apocalyptic YA books that follow a young girl as she tries to navigate a world plagued by a smallpox-like disease...and a bunch of chilling monsters. Think dementors from Harry Potter meeting the Angel of Death from Raiders of the Lost Ark, and you'll pretty much have the Pestas of Ash & Ruin down.

These books are fun. They're creepy. They're engrossing. I can't think of the West Coast anymore without remembering some of her thoroughly heartbreaking descriptions of LA falling, and Washington State being completely obliterated. 

Trust me. If you're into YA post-apocalyptic books, you've gotta check this series out.

Today marks the release date for Time of Ruin, the second book in the planned trilogy, and to celebrate along with Shauna, here's an excerpt from the novel! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!




Sitting on the bumper again, my jagged nails scratch at the plastic as I fight the urge to tell Dylan to hurry. Blue looks up at me and whines. I shake my head at him and pet him with the toe of my boot. His eyes are dark blue in the evening light. Blue drops his head and looks at Dylan, his ears perked up into two triangles. I follow his gaze. Dylan’s still standing, holding his instruments of destruction, and staring at the raging fire.

Blue pushes to his feet and barks one sharp, loud yelp. My hand drifts over to the rifle by my leg as I let my eyes slide from Dylan’s back to search for the source of Blue’s panic.

“Dylan.” I mean to call to him, but my voice comes out in a strangled whisper.

I swallow as I stand and pull the rifle with me. Across the street, the shadows between the houses are taking shape. They’re no longer the snapping, twisting formless shadows from the fire, but something more, something substantial. Dylan lifts the can of fluid and squirts more onto the fire, making it spike and lick the air.

“Dylan,” I try again, my voice a little louder. The rifle is in my hands now. The stock is pressed into my shoulder as I aim at the shadows peeling away from the deeper black.

Still Dylan doesn’t hear me, or is ignoring me.

Blue barks repeatedly, backing up until he hits the car. I find my voice and scream his name loud enough that it hurts my throat. Finally he looks at me, his face cast in shadows with the light behind him. I can’t make out his features, but I can make out the horde of Pestas behind him.

“Run!” I aim the gun as I walk backward around the car.

Instead of listening to me, he looks back to see what has terrified me so. They shuffle forward, lines of them spilling out into the cul-de-sac. Dylan takes two steps backward, nearly tripping over his feet and making me scream again. I rip the rear door open for Blue to get in the car. Slamming the door behind Blue, I lift the rifle and fire a shot, aiming well away from Dylan. The Pestas cringe in unison, as though they are all puppets controlled by the same set of strings.

“Run, dammit!” I scream.

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Fab, right?

If you'd like more info, or want to buy the books, go on and use these links below!

1 comment:

dyingechoes said...

Thank you so much, Leah! This is a fantastic post and I appreciate your kind words so much!! <3

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