I promised you a sneak peek of Atone: A Fairytale before baseball season starts. As you may know, I’m crazy serious about baseball. The Angels open at home on the 6th, and I may not be heard from again until October. Just kidding…mostly. It’s because of this that some of you (cough, Jenn, cough) have asked for proof that I’m hard at work on Atone before baseball kicks off. I’ve been using spring training games as a sort of training for myself – can Jessica write kick butt fairy tale adaptations and watch the Angels dominate all opponents at the same time? I am pleased to report the answer is YES!
But I promised a sneak peek, and a sneak peek you shall have. This small excerpt from Atone: A Fairytale introduces both heroine and the “hero” of the novel. I’d love for you to take a guess in the comments as to what fairy tale you think Atone might be. It’s a good one!
Atone: A Fairytale
Becca Ward sat back in the plush first class seat, her fingers digging nervously into the armrests. She hated flying. Hated it with a passion. Even the thought of it made her sick to her stomach with nerves. She considered herself a relatively brave person, but she somehow could not get her mind around the concept of sitting in a tube of metal hurtling through the atmosphere at insane speed.
“But you love those rides that go upside down. How is flying in a plane more scary?” Lilia had asked her once.
Becca had searched for an explanation that would make sense. “It just is.”
She closed her eyes and tried to be as still as possible, listening for the faint hum she knew was there under the noise and the hustle and bustle of conversation around her. She could feel it, there in the corner of her mind. The vibration of the elemental metal. Its magic tamped down and masked by the machines that had beat it into shape, and further drowned out by all the trappings of modernity around it.
Becca let her mind reach out and wrap around it. She wasn’t sure what she was hoping to gain from contact with the metal. Unless it could see into the future, the aluminum wouldn’t be able to assure her that it wouldn’t crash horribly into the Atlantic halfway through their flight. In fact, by the faintly erratic pulse of the magic emanating from the metal, it seemed the aluminum was just confused as she as to why humans were asking it to fling itself through the air.
She withdrew her mind from the metal, opened her eyes and stretched out her legs. It was a long flight and she knew that she’d be glad of the extra space that first class afforded. She’d paid the extra for the better ticket – if she was going to die she might as well die in comfort and style.
In a way she was glad for the nerves before the flight. It kept her from thinking about where she was going and why. Neither Alex nor Lilia had been sure why she would undertake this trip. Even she couldn’t really understand it.
If someone had told Becca a week ago that she would ever voluntarily see Nicholas Hunt again she would have laughed in their face. And yet, here she was flying halfway across the world to help him.