This time next week, I’ll be in Phoenix, Arizona visiting the legendary Changing Hands bookstore for the first time (I can’t wait) and YOU will have Waterfall in your hands (I hope you can’t wait). Below is a little tease from the first scene I knew I had to write into this book. Can you guess what’s happening? Answer in the comments section and repost/retweet for a chance to win a signed book.
A narrow column of swirling air formed over Eureka’s head. It twisted faster, until a few raindrops faded and slowed . . . and turned into snow. The column became thick with bright, feathery flakes that tumbled down and dusted Eureka’s cheeks, her shoulders, her sneakers. Rain thundered against the rocks, splashing into the puddles all around them, but over her head the storm was an elegant blizzard. Eureka shivered, enthralled.
“Stay still,” Ander whispered.
She felt goose bumps as hot tears cooled, then froze against her skin. She reached to touch one, but Ander’s fingers covered hers. For a moment they held hands against her cheek.
He drew a spindle-shaped silver vial from his pocket. It looked like it had been crafted of the same orichalcum as the anchor. Carefully, he pulled the frozen tears from Eureka’s face and dropped them into the vial, one by one.
