Today marks day 2 of YAY 4 YA I want to thank Novel Novice again for their wonderful write-up, and for the opportunity to share my first stop on the blog tour with one of my favorite blogs around.
My second stop on the tour takes me to Girls in the Stacks. I really love reading their reviews. Head on over there for the first look at the earliest reviews for The Chosen Ones.
Now…what you’ve been waiting for…..your chance to win some super cool prizes. In case you have forgotten, here is a brief recap on what you can win and how you can win it:
At the conclusion of YAY 4 YA, I will be picking 5 winners at random to win the following:
2 winners will receive: a signed Chosen Ones poster, a signed Chosen Ones arc, AND a signed Mortal Instruments poster by Cassandra Clare
3 additional winners will win: a signed Mortal Instruments poster by Cassandra Clare and an e-book version of The Chosen Ones
Today’s question – Write a 5 sentence review of the last YA book you read.
Check back tomorrow for another opportunity to enter your name in the drawing. The YAY 4 YA tour is as follows:
Monday, April 23rd Novel Novice
Tuesday, April 24th Girls in the Stacks
Wednesday, April 25th Hypable
Thursday, April 26th Mundie Moms
Friday, April 27th The Readiacs
The room was a mixture of browns and greens, marble floors and wood. Rows and rows of books covered the walls. A leather couch with giant olive green pillows sat next to the end table. And then I saw it. I went still.
My aching fingers grazed the keys, and then I quickly pulled my hands back from the slick coldness. I considered touching it again. It might help to block out thoughts of the many things I had lost. It would be like medicine.
I gently, hesitantly, pushed down a key. It quivered slightly under my touch. The hair on the back of my neck shot up, and my skin tingled. I imagined this was what it felt like to fall in love. In that moment, I was ready to fall.
I repeated the same movements over and over again, playing the only song I could recall. The song my father had taught me. How long had I been here? I couldn’t tell. Somewhere in the middle of my dark euphoria, I heard it, a quiet, intruding noise that stirred my senses from their hypnotized state and made me freeze in place. I had trained my instincts to be sharp. Never as sharp as a chosen one’s, but useful all the same.
Someone, or something, had cleared his throat.
I was aware of him behind me. I could hear him breathing. From that noise, I tried to determine my fate. Did it sound angry? Disgusted? I couldn’t move as I heard the noise of steps getting closer. I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape—not because my body wouldn’t work. Not because I wasn’t brave enough to make a run for it. I couldn’t leave the piano.
That was when I saw him. It was the chosen one from my branding. Not the one who held me down as the iron burned into my skin.
This was the one who was beautiful.