Customarily I have not been a big fan of faery books as a paranormal sub-genre, fantasy, or fairy tale. Tinker Bell flitted across to introduce the Sunday Night Disney Movies of my childhood, but she lacked depth until Julia Roberts portrayed her unrequited love in the movie “Hook.” So it surprised me when a dream I had inspired my own take on Faeries.
F is for Faery Lands features a Story Bite, my opening sortie on a YA Faery novel. See what you think. This is a work in progress (i.e. WIP). Meanwhile, check out Kiersten White’s Paranormalcy for a solid take on a YA series with intriguing fairy characters. (A screenplay is in the works.)
Dr. Timothy Boone clutched his hair and tugged his scalp up as if he could stretch his brain’s capacity and thus find a solution to his problems. The honor and prestige of being selected to head a special project at one of the foremost private research firms in North America meant nothing if he failed at his first and only task. “Keep it alive,” he was told. He couldn’t even do that.
Project B8Z0013 was called Bates by the research team of three, and not only was Bates dying within the walls of their secure laboratory but Boone was certain someone was tailing him to and from work. Did he follow protocol and report the suspicious outsider? No. He’d seen what the thugs hired to protect this place had done to a homeless man found too close to the back fence. No. Whoever was shadowing Boone would have to breach the perimeter before any report was forthcoming.
The concrete, cinder block, rebar, and steel of the building were meant to look industrial. The construction felt more like a prison, one where Boone could scarce breathe. He needed to get away from the city, or at least as far as a park. If he could clear his head, breathe fresh air, maybe he’d think of another angle for the project.
Boone took a startled deep breath and shoved his chair back from his cold metal desk. Perhaps better air would help. He stalked the short white hall, keyed in his entry code and pressed his thumb on a scanner before wrenching the control booth open. Ignoring the technician, Boone crossed to a panel of buttons and gauges and stabbed a blue button repeatedly. Then he looked through the large glass window into the cell beyond and watched his project.
“We’ve altered the oxygen level before, sir, more incrementally, of course, with little effect. You know–”
“I know what we’ve done better than you, Johns.” Boone’s staccato steps headed for the decontamination lock.
“I know, sir, I just–”
“Maybe the slowed respiration was a good thing.”
“It started turning colors, sir. It–”
“Go home, Johns. Or catch a movie. Have a great meal out. Just go. I’ll stay on here till Miller arrives.”
Excerpt “Faery Lands” Copyright ©2014 by Kristin King
Kristin King is an author and publisher. Her top sellers are “Unsinkable Vampire” and “Cain’s Coven,” and her latest novel in the Begotten Bloods Series is Death Taint. Her imprint Three Kings Publishing can be found here. Three Kings is a Mom & Pop publisher of Christian writers (not necessarily Christian books).