In this inaugural chapter of our serial novel, Chicago teen Hasta Veeramachaneni gets her first inklings of something odd about her high school.
I spent three years writing a young-adult urban science-fantasy thriller. The brave kids at its core broke my heart in more ways than one. This year I'd like you to meet them.
Returnable books are what enable brick-and-mortar stores to maintain an affordable inventory. But they also put a huge burden on small publishers — like me.
previous: Breakfast at the Judgment Bar &Amp; Grill And I, Nephi, did build a temple; and I did construct it after the manner of the temple of Solomon save it were not built of so many precious things; for they were not to be found upon the land, wherefore,
previous: Prologue: A Silver Tide Jenna Kemp, mayor of Sun Forge, folded her thinkrag in half and pushed it away. She sat back in her chair, staring down the length of the conference table. It was morning and she was alone in the council chamber, which was probably a blessing.
previous: A Nanoscopic Foreword Carl McFarland stood beneath a motionless white canopy at his father's funeral, one arm around his wife's waist. The western Nevada desert was hot and dry as a kiln—over forty Celsius just past noon, and him in a black wool suit.
I spent the end of 2003 finishing up revisions to my first novel, Silvertide. While I await word as to its fate, I offer the prologue and first chapter for your approbation. I hope you enjoy this little preview. Check back soon for news and more announcements. next: Prologue: A
previous: Exit 7: Kaysville, Utah I wonder sometimes what might have happened if I'd moved out of the house when I started college. While many of my friends from high school were reveling in their new apartments and new freedoms, I was returning home every day to my
previous: Prophet Sharing There used to be a diner called Orloff's on Columbus Avenue between 65th and 66th. It occupied a storefront in a grand white six-story building across from Lincoln Center. But Orloff's isn't there anymore, having been displaced by its landlord, the
"Haven't you ever heard that if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all? So why can't you just keep your mouth shut about us?"
previous: Question 7 "Okay, so maybe you have the right to disseminate your honest opinions. But you're not honest. How can you justify the lies you tell about us?" You say potato, I say pomme de terre. You find it convenient to call me a liar
"There's plenty of information out there about Mormon doctrine, history, and rituals. If someone wants it badly enough, they'll find it. Why do you have to be the one to show the way?"
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