Welcome to my stop on The Sacrificed blog tour!
Title: The Sacrificed
Author: Jordan Link
Release Day: May 6, 2013
Length: 56,000 words
Publisher: Entranced Publishing
Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WLLg5o7DY0
Links: goodreads | amazon.com | kobo | barnes & noble
Emerald Hayden lives in the City of Centsia, a half-winged among the other walkers. She has no family, friends, or food: only a grim future filled with tiresome labor in the upper level’s factories.
But everything changes when she meets Dusk, a winged from the place that she previously scorned. He opens her eyes to a new possibility: the possibility of the unity of winged and walkers, of freedom, and of love.
Together, they decide to challenge the upper level’s supreme, winged council. But when a friend betrays them, they must choose whether to sacrifice their beliefs and save their own lives, or to remain along the thin line that divides the city in two. Success could mean liberty; failure, death.
Today, I’m going to share an excerpt from the book, The Sacrificed.
This is a YA Fantasy, and I hope you’ll enjoy reading the excerpt.
Excerpt from The Sacrificed
By Jordan Link
Slowly, ever so slowly, she dropped to her knees and peered around the corner.
There was a winged boy standing there, muttering something to a few walkers. It was impossible to distinguish the color of his eyes, or even his expression from her sheltered position, but his features were still rather shocking. His hair was a creamy white, a pigment that Emerald had only ever seen on the heads of other winged. His skin was pasty and faded. She wondered between pounding heartbeats how the winged remained so pale when they spent so many days in the sky above Centsia, arcing near the curve of the sun and circling back around again as they went to and from their duties. The boy’s wings, however, were by far his most striking feature. The feathers seemed to form intricate pictures as they fluttered in the midnight breeze. Emerald continued to stare as the boy withdrew something from his pocket.
It was bread.
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