(Chronicles of the Interred #2)
By Marilyn Almodovar
YA Paranormal Romance
Releasing May 20, 2014
Published by Iambe Books, LLC
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Baxter Jacobs just survived the worst Sweet Sixteen in history: buried in a coffin, hunted down by assassins, and losing almost everything that mattered to her. She’s ready for some normalcy, but “normal” won’t play any part of this Time Bender’s future.
Now that the immediate threat is over, Baxter learns just how much the English Council expects of the newest Interred. The pressure has her seriously considering her uncle’s offer to take her to New York, especially since she thinks it will keep her Healer, Jack, from overusing his abilities. Knowing the New York Council’s ranks are filled with beings using dark powers, however, makes her hesitate.
Before she can choose, the decision is wrenched from her. Fissures in Time result in a new battle with an old enemy. Someone she thought she’d lost reenters her life, and she’ll discover a web of lies woven into the fabric of Time…lies only she can unravel. Baxter will have to use her growing abilities to try and reveal the truth, even if it forever changes the reality she knows.
Playlist for Fissure (Promo Post)
Smile, lyrics by Charlie Chaplin
This is one of the most beautiful songs I’ve ever heard. It also reminds me of one of Baxter’s not-so-new friends in Fissure, Dare Hannigan. She’s an upbeat sort of girl, and she pushes Baxter to look at the positive side of things with her comments and her humor.
Dark Side by Kelly Clarkson
Without giving too much away from the plot, this song reminds me a lot of one of the characters in the book. The discovery of said character in the story takes Baxter through extreme emotions and she has to face some hard facts about the relationship that she had with this person in the past, and the type of relationship that they should have in the future.
This played the first time that I revised the ending after my editor read it. I listened to it for about one and a half hours. It ended up playing for almost a full day when I rewrote the ending.
I’ll Be by Edwin McCain
This is basically Baxter’s song in Fissure…a song that I’m sure she would dedicate to Jack Ashdown if she had the time.
Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons
I don’t want to spoil part of the story, but this song suits one of the new characters in Fissure. So after you read and meet Zachary Hannigan, you can check this out.
Made by The Wanted
This song… Yes, I know, I like The Wanted J But it’s one of those songs that makes me think about Jack and Baxter.
He watches me closely, his wild eyebrows knitting together. “Through your emotions, I can feel the holes.”
“All of them?” I ask, knowing that I’ve felt like this before, and worse, I’m sure that my mother erased some memories that she’d rather I didn’t have. I’ll never know why.
“No need feeling sorry for yourself, lass.” The sadness in his voice matches my own, and for that, I’m once again grateful. I close my eyes momentarily as he places a hand on my shoulder. Patting that shoulder, he stands up. “You should go and see young Jack.”
“Wait—but Morgan and Moira—”
“They’re worried that you’ll not be able to defend yourself,” he explains as he walks to the door. “You’re stronger than they think. I’m not worried about you or the kind of future you’ll knit for yourself in the fabric of Time.”
“But I’ll never remember what’s been erased?” I ask.
“I don’t think it’s important for you to remember. The lesson will always be there, even if you can’t remember learning it. Don’t worry so much about it. Now, go and see Jack. He’s been asking after you all morning. They’re about to discharge him.” He smiles before he walks out the door.
Once I’m alone, I can’t help but wonder what sort of lesson I learned. Death? Betrayal? Lies? The only thing fueling my body right now is anger. Anger at what I lost. Anger at my mother and her way of withholding the truth. Anger at my father for dying.
The frustration over not remembering boils over. I pick up the incense container and throw it against the ground, watching it smash to pieces. Anger invades me, securing itself around me before I grab the folding chair and throw it against the wall. I do this over and over again until my arms hurt. I tear the cushions up, emptying them on the ground. Screaming until my voice is hoarse, I break everything that I can, including the glass windows with my fists. I stare at the blood and feel nothing.
I stand, my breathing erratic as my heart pummels my chest. My legs fold in the middle of the destruction, dropping me to the floor. I shift and pull them close to my chest, bloody hands resting against my feet as I press my forehead against my knees. Never-ending tears of frustration and grief grip me so tightly I’m sure they’ll never let go.
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About the Author
Lyn could happily exist breathing the clean air of Narnia, trapped in a cupboard under the stairs with Harry, fighting alongside Captain Jack Sparrow, doing an internship in Torchwood, or traveling around time and space with the Doctor...as long as she can have Mr. Spock, Captain Kirk and Captain Mal as companions.
She currently lives in Central Florida with her French husband, English-born eldest son, and French-born youngest son.