This is part of the book blog tour for The Murmurings by Carly Anne West, organized by Shane at Itching for Books.
Everyone thinks Sophie’s sister, Nell, went crazy. After all, she heard strange voices that drove her to commit suicide. But Sophie doesn’t believe that Nell would take her own life, and she’s convinced that Nell’s doctor knows more than he’s letting on.
As Sophie starts to piece together Nell’s last days, every lead ends in a web of lies. And the deeper Sophie digs, the more danger she’s in—because now she’s hearing the same haunting whispers. Sophie’s starting to think she’s going crazy too. Or worse, that maybe she’s not….
Today, I’m going to share an excerpt from the book, The Murmurings.
I hope you’ll enjoy reading the excerpt.
Excerpt from The Murmurings
By Carly Anne West
I’m below a tree, and it’s hard to breathe. Winds swirl around me, almost through me, shaking needles down from the ponderosa pine that towers above me. The needles fall like snow, piling on top of my shoulders, and I shake them away. Then the needles flatten into little disks and turn color. A train of green Legos forms a trail, leading into a fog that builds all around me.
I look up into the tree. There’s Nell, hanging upside down from the lowest branch at least ten feet above me, her arm reaching to me.
“Nell, what are you doing? Come down,” I call to her.
But she only shakes her head, her smile downturned and mournful. Still, she reaches for me.
I can hear Mom from somewhere on the other side of the fog.
“But I just don’t understand. You think she had something to do with this?”
“It’s possible. But it’s important you realize, Ms. David, how genetically linked this sort of condition is. Her sister, as you’re all too aware, suffered from an acute version of . . .”
The smooth voice that answers my mom fades from my ears, and I’m watching Nell’s hand again, her tan arm and slender fingers, with her fingernails filed. I used to love to paint her fingernails. They were the perfect canvas.
“Miri, this might be the best place for her now. We can’t let the same thing happen to her as . . .”
Aunt Becca’s voice floats by. I watch Nell’s fingers as they reach for me. They seem to wave to me as the fog grows.
“I promise you, we’ll take very good care of her here. We’ve put in place precautionary measures since Nell was here. You have my personal guarantee she’ll be safe. I’ll just need you to sign some paperwork.”
“Nell, stop them. We need to stop them. They can’t leave me here,” I try to tell my sister, but her fingers have stopped moving. On the tip of her middle finger, a single drop of cherry-red blood has formed. It falls to the ground amid the green Legos and flattened M&Ms. I look up, and her face has gone slack.
I wake with a gasp. My lungs feel like they’ve been deprived of air for hours. I try to sit up, to swipe the hair back from my forehead where it’s plastered with sweat. But I can’t move my hands. I can’t move any part of my body, for that matter. As my eyes regain their focus, I see black rubber and mesh restraints tying my limbs and chest to a gurney. The small room is dark. I can only make out the bed I’m in and a rolling stool with a small folding table, set with instruments — a stethoscope, a blood pressure cuff, a syringe, a tourniquet.
You can now pre-order this book on amazon.com.
The Murmurings is going to hit the shelves on March 5, 2013.
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