Wasn’t it just Monday? Seems like it to me, but here we are again. Other than blog posts and book reviews, I haven’t been writing. I owe an interview and a guest post to a couple of people (I’m working on them today, Marcia and Tori!), but nothing on the sequel to Subject A36 yet. Still, that hasn’t stopped me from thinking about the plot and characters. Lots of things floating around in my brain.
On recommendations from a friend (thanks, Diana!) and my brother-in-law, I started watching The Expanse on Amazon Prime. One of the leads, Steven Strait, I remember from Sky High, a cute movie my boys watched years ago. The story involved a high school for superheroes and their sidekicks, and Strait played Warren Peace (get it?). I’m about seven episodes in and already hooked.
Hubby was at a work function Saturday night, so I decided to watch Marriage Story on Netflix and see what all the fuss was about. It’s received numerous award nominations, and I’m a fan of both Adam Driver and Scarlett Johansson. Every one of those nominations is well-deserved. Both actors turned in powerful, phenomenal performances, and I was captivated. Watch it if you get a chance.
I’ve got another excerpt from Subject A36 for you today – only a few more weeks until release! In this scene, two Insurgents were due back from a supply run hours ago, and Asher hasn’t heard from them. They’ve never deviated from protocol in the past, and Ash has to make a decision on what to do.
It was time to take action. Just as I was ready to gather a search party, the low growl of a motor reached my ears. The glow of headlights splashed over me as a truck bounced along the dirt road leading to our compound. Relief flooded through me. Paige, Jonah, and I rushed over to meet them.
My relief melted away when I noticed the reckless manner of the driver. The truck swayed from side to side and changed speeds erratically. I grabbed Paige’s arm to pull her out of its path just before it jolted to a stop.
The driver remained a mystery until the door flung open and moonlight fell upon Mason’s close-cropped copper hair. He tumbled from the driver’s seat, gripping the doorframe as he struggled to stay on his feet. An inky blackness dripped from his hairline and trickled down his face.