Indie Author Excerpts: Altered World: A Girl Named Trouble by Fey Truet

Posted on 03/13/2015 in Indie Author Excerpts / 0 Comments

Indie Author Excerpts Welcome! Indie Author Excerpts is a feature allowing indie authors the chance to showcase one of their books and allows readers to find their next favorite story. Each week, an indie author gets to promote a 1-2 page excerpt of their book here at BookShelfery. This is a win-win for everyone! This feature was inspired in part by Indie Author Spotlight, a meme hosted by Beckie @ Bittersweet Enchantment and CYP @ A Bookalicious Story.  Are you an author that would like to be featured in Indie Author Excerpts? If so, check out this page and fill out the form.   [indie-author-excerpt] “TROU-BLE!” Brick boomed so loud that slates fell off of the roof next to us. At that, Rey turned and got a good look at Brick. It was a look of recognition, and hate. “Storm! Please don’t tell me that is Brick. I didn’t look at Rey, but nodded. Rey cursed while Jewel turned and saw Brick. She crouched down and growled. Then Rey smiled at me. “Can’t blame you for being scared. He scares me too. Did you do that to his face? Not bad.” He was joking, right? Brick stared angrily at me. Then at Rey. “You’re Cato’s son!” he yelled at Rey. I turned to look at Rey. He just shrugged. “I know the bomb didn’t hurt him. So what exactly did you do to him? I thought he was invincible.” Rey slowly pushed me backwards and shielded me. Brick yelled, and all Hell broke loose. He charged forward and I ran to one of the nearest shops, grabbed onto a gutter, and shimmied myself up. I turned to see where Rey and Brick were. I saw something red and something green attacking Brick, distracting him while Rey ran to help them. Rey’s brother jumped on Brick’s back, trying to put him in a chokehold. Brick grabbed Rey’s brother with both hands and threw him into a populated stable, which sent little animals squealing away as he slumped to the ground. Rey jumped and kicked Brick square in the jaw. Brick’s face snapped to the side, and Brick fell on top of the green dragon, who clawed its way from underneath him, rejoining Jewel in tearing him up. They seemed to have this taken care of, so I figured I should leave. Yep. I should go and be on my way. I began to limp as quickly as I could down the rooftops. This block seemed to go on forever. I didn’t ask them to fight, so I don’t have to be grateful to them. A wingless green dragon flew over me and smashed into the ground on the other side of the shops. I turned and saw Brick grab Jewel like a cat and throw her into a stable. Jewel! I moved a little faster and tried not to trip. Rey just stood where he was, too stunned to move. Lucky for Rey, Brick didn’t have the slightest interest in him. Brick only had angry death-raged eyes for me, and I was getting away. Brick flicked Rey into some trash on the side of the building, and Brick rushed my way. I hadn’t even realized I was running. I was also screaming like a siren, only stopping to catch my breath. Brick tore through the building underneath me, and I could feel him smashing through the poor shopkeepers’ walls. I ran like the ground was on fire and oblivion was behind me. It just might’ve been. The ground below my feet burst open as a hand reached behind me and disappeared back under the surface. I ran and managed to jump just in time for it to happen again. I stumbled and the roof blasted me forward as a fist punched my lopsided feet. I rolled forward, got up, and ran as it happened again a few inches behind me, which lodged painful things into my leg and back. The end of the building approached, and I didn’t even care how high I was. I jumped and soared through the air as Brick exploded out of the building. I landed fitfully on my ankles and fell. But I got right back up and ran. I looked left, then right, and couldn’t see anything that could help me. Nothing but the woods. I ran through a fountain and made a beeline for the woods, Brick’s heavy footfalls right behind me. Then I got an idea. I ran deep into the woods and found my desired path. Fortunately for me, Brick couldn’t smash through the trees as easily as the buildings, giving me the space I needed. As we neared the center of the woods, white began to surround us. When we got to the walls of webs, I used my bag to pull them down and circled back to jump through them. Brick didn’t care, he just ran through them. They didn’t slow him down much, but they did temporarily blind him, making him run in the wrong direction, or into trees until he managed to get them off. I was grateful that I was wet: the webs not being able to stick to my wet feet and pants. And though they stuck to Brick, they didn’t slow him down. I really hoped that what I was planning was right and not wrong. Maybe Rey’s brother was right? Maybe I am evil? But did that matter right now? Yup, it did. I wanted to leave these woods alive, but with a clear conscience. If not, why bother? I reached the tunnel and clumsily jumped over the webs just to smash into the wall. I turned around and Brick smiled at me. “End of the line!” he yelled as he rushed to get me. Then he fell under the net of spyderwebs and into the tunnel below. Breathlessly, I moved sideways along the wall. The fact that I didn’t hear anything meant that Charlie wasn’t here. I let out a relieved breath. Good. He’s not here. But I had to get out of here because Brick would be out of there any minute. Rocks clattered down. I looked up to see Charlie climbing down the vertical wall to me. He sniffed and rubbed his nose to my neck. I let out another breath of relief. “Charlie!” I said ecstatically. I wasn’t alone. Suddenly, the webs lifted and up popped Brick’s angry head. He pointed at me. “That’s it, ya witch!” He pulled himself out and rose to his full height. Bald, burnt, ugly, angry, and nude, he launched himself at me. “You’ve humiliated me for THE LAST TIME!” he boomed. Just as he reached me, Charlie roared at him and pushed off the wall into Brick before I could stop him. Charlie, having more momentum and strength, pushed Brick back into the hole, under the webs. “Charlie!” I screamed. I tried to figure out what was going on, but was unable to see anything under the thick webs. I tried to push them aside, but all it did was stick to my hands. The only thing I could hear was snapping, and Brick’s screams. It went on like this for many long minutes, and time seemed to grow long and slow as it got darker in the woods. Before too long, Brick’s weak moans of pain and terror were imprinted onto my brain and threatened to drive me mad. I ran along the wall until I could no longer hear Brick and tumbled out of the woods, pouring out sweat. On the ground, every breath racked my entire body. Pushing my body past its limit was starting to take its effect. And boy was it a doozy. I heaved and retched out stomach acid that boiled my already sore throat. I felt too hot. Scorching even. And I was so dizzy. So in pain. Despite that, I pushed myself up and walked a few feet. I toppled over on my bad leg and sat on the ground for a moment. I got back up. Walked. Was too tired and sat down. My head pounded, and I was surprised at how fast my mouth kept drying out. Not too far away, I heard water. I looked up. A fountain, I thought exuberated. I pushed myself up and began my blind walk to it. It looked absolutely marvelous in the diminishing light of sunset. I swayed and veered off course but quickly corrected myself. There was this annoying sound, and I realized that it was me wheezing. I was almost at the fountain when someone strode past and stopped in front of me. I looked up, and the most beautiful woman in the world stood in front of me. She had a lot of black on and straight purple hair that started from her waist and stopped at her head, which was covered in blood and bruises. Despite that, she was still so very beautiful, but she looked, oh, so very pissed. I collapsed against her, and she supported my weight and lifted me up so that I faced her. She seemed familiar. Maybe she was Death. My Angel of Death? Figures she would have purple hair and be covered in bruises. At least she wasn’t another guy. She looked at me and narrowed her eyes. “You killed my progeny,” she said coldly. Her voice was so dark and full of wrath that something still alive in me cringed so hard it shook both of us. “Wha?” I think I asked.  

About Fey Truet

Fey Truet is the author of her debut novel Altered World: A Girl Named Trouble. Born and raised in Ohio, Fey lives there, amongst other places, with her family. When she doesn’t have her nose in a book, Fey enjoys writing, learning new things, challenging DDR routines, and getting outside to the “great outdoors.”

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Jennifer is both a book nerd and professional photographer. That means she lives in the fantasy world all the time, whether of her making, or someone else's. She collects books like the Duggar family collects kids, and began waiting for her Hogwarts letter at the tender age of 33.


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