Carina Press has moved the release date of
Last Car to Annwn Station up a few weeks. The official release date is now 6 June 2011. In celebration of my first novel being released, I thought I’d offer a few snippets from the novel for your pleasure! I’m considering running some kind of contest and giving away a couple of electronic copies to the lucky winners. If I could decide on what kind of contest to run. While I ponder that, here is the first snippet.
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The ringing of a bell startled her. Mae took a step backward at the sight of a big yellow streetcar. She
had heard there was a plan to bring back the old streetcars. “Heritage Lines,” Metro Transit called the resurgent machines. They would intersect the modern and highly popular Light Rail Train in downtown Minneapolis. She had not realized the streetcars were running, had not even noticed the tracks when she crossed the street.
Mae looked around. The open doors of the yellow streetcar beckoned. She glanced at her fellow travelers. No one seemed to notice the old streetcar. Mae read the route sign on the side of the car: “Hennepin Avenue Express.” She lived in Uptown, so the streetcar would work as well as a bus.
“The fare is ten cents, miss.”
She hesitated for an instant, starting to protest that she had a pass, but let her curiosity win out. Mae fumbled in her bag. Finding five tarnished pennies and a nickel, she dropped them into the fare box. The sturdy-looking man in an old-fashioned conductor’s suit offered her a slip of paper.
“Your transfer, miss. You’ll be needing that.”
She took the slip and turned toward the interior of the streetcar. Mae froze for an instant, then the car’s bell rang twice before it lurched, making Mae lose her balance. As the car rolled forward with a sharp clack-clack, she gazed in bewilderment at the other occupants.
It was as if Halloween had arrived early, and all the riders of the streetcar except her were on their way to a costume party. Mae grabbed the long overhead rail, more to steady herself from the shock than against the swaying of the streetcar. She locked eyes with a man in a business suit who had the head of a bison. He snorted and nodded solemnly to her. A small woman with fragile-looking wings and electric-blue hair stood near her. Too short to reach the rail, she clung to the support pole. The woman smiled up at Mae and leaned toward her.
“These seats aren’t exactly friendly to someone with wings. Hi, I’m Elliefandi. You can call me Ellie, if you want.”
Mae barely followed the high-pitched and rapid speech. “I’m Mae,” she mumbled, looking out the window.
Hennepin Avenue passed by outside the window, but it was not exactly
her Hennepin Avenue. The shops were dark and squat. There was none of the usual hustle and activity as they turned left at the Basilica of St. Mary and started toward Uptown. The Walker Arts Center and Sculpture Garden stood in grayscale and washed-out coldness.
“Don’t worry,” the winged woman said as they crossed Franklin Avenue and began to click along, gathering speed. “It’ll all be there once you go back.”
“Go back?” Mae asked. She could hear the note of panic in her own voice.
Ellie smiled. “Of course!” Her smile faded. “You’ve got your transfer, right?
Mae held up the slip of paper.
“And a return fare?”
“I—I’m pretty sure I’ve got enough loose change.”
“Good, good. Old man Lowry’s cars, they’ll take you where you need to go. Getting back, now that can be a bit of trouble.”
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Last Car to Annwn Station. Releases on June 6th.
Should We Drown in Feathered Sleep. Available in ebook format at
Carina Press, Amazon, B&N, and in audio format at
Audible.com