Today we're spotlighting Carter Roy's new book, The Blazing Bridge! Read on for more about Carter and his novel, plus an excerpt, and giveaway!
Meet Carter Roy!
Carter Roy has painted houses and worked on construction sites, waited tables and driven delivery trucks, been a stagehand for rock bands and a videographer on a cruise ship, and worked as a line cook in a kitchen, a projectionist in a movie theater, and a rhetoric teacher at a university. He has been a reference librarian and a bookseller, edited hundreds of books for major publishers, and written award-winning short stories that have appeared in a half-dozen journals and anthologies. His first two books were The Blood Guard and The Glass Gauntlet. He lives with his wife and daughter in New York City and can be found at www.carterroybooks.com or on Twitter @CarterRoyBooks.
My dream was true about one important thing: Heights? They utterly terrify me now.
Most of the time, the fear wasn’t a big deal. How many times in everyday life do you find
yourself staring down at your certain death? Not all that often.
So I hardly felt nervous at all during the helicopter flight from Agatha Glass’ estate. I was
sitting between my friends Sammy and Greta on the leather-covered back bench, a helmet on my head, the four Dobermans of the apocalypse curled up warm against my feet, and it was easy to forget that we were zooming through the twilight sky in a noisy little glass bubble, thousands of feet above the ground.
We had taken the copter and left the rest of the Blood Guard behind. It was the fastest way to get to Greta’s house in Brooklyn and convince her mom to come into hiding before my father and his evil flunkies showed up.
My dad is a bigwig in a murderous organization called the Bend Sinister. They’re working to bring about the end of the world by finding and killing thirty-six special “Pure” souls who keep the world in balance. The Pure at the top of his hit list just happens to be my best friend, Greta.
Greta doesn’t know she’s a Pure . . . and I can’t tell her. It was one of the very first lessons Dawkins taught me: self-knowledge changes a Pure, deep down. If Greta found out the truth, she would lose the very quality that makes her so special, the quality that makes her a Pure. And then the world would begin to end.
But my dad had learned the truth about Greta. And since he couldn’t get to her, we guessed he would go after Greta’s mom.
So we had to get to her first.
We had almost reached New York—flying over some little town in northern New Jersey—when Agatha threw us into a steep dive. The world through the helicopter’s canopy tilted, and a bunch of blocky buildings like models in an old train set rushed at us.
“Flying under the radar to keep our approach to New York a secret,” she explained. “You can never be too safe.”
“Ahhh!” I yelped, and tried not to hyperventilate. “Why’s everything dark?”
“Because you covered your eyes,” Greta said, prying my hands down, her face invisible in her giant flight helmet. “Gross. You’re all sweaty.”
“Because we’re so high up,” I said, staring straight at the back of Agatha’s and Dawkins’ seats.
“You’re afraid of heights?” Greta asked.
“Didn’t you tell me some crazy story about how you climbed the front of a burning house?” Sammy asked, skeptical.
“That was different,” I mumbled, rubbing at the scar across my palm. “This is . . .”
We leveled out a hundred feet or so, soaring through the early night sky. On the floor facing me, Agatha’s four Dobermans blinked and tilted their heads. Their bulbous headphones made them look especially judgmental.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I told them. “I am not going to be sick.”
“They don’t believe you, Ronan,” Dawkins said, cranking his body around. He handed me a white paper airsickness bag. “And neither do I.” Jack Dawkins is like your best friend’s annoying older brother—a skinny hipster who acts all worldly even though he looks like he’s
still in his teens. Thing is, with Dawkins, he is all worldly, on account of being almost two centuries old. “This new fear of heights may be an after-effect of that near-death escape Sammy mentioned. Traumatic experiences leave thumbprints on the emotions, you know.”
“But this is all new,” I said. “I used to be fine.”
“Perhaps your psyche has finally snapped . . . like an overloaded graham cracker.” He licked his lips. “Anyone else wishing we’d eaten dinner before departing?” Dawkins is always, always hungry.
Excerpted from The Blazing Bridge: The Blood Guard Series by Carter Roy. © 2017 by Carter Roy Published by Two Lions, March 2017. All Rights Reserved.
The Blazing Bridge
By: Carter Roy
Release Date: February 21, 2017
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