Hey, everyone, it’s Sher today with a YA SF–my favorite genre!–excerpt and giveaway for The Intergalactic Adventures of Queen Bea. My fingers wouldn’t cooperate typing Bea without an “n” at the end, very aggravating, but I perservered because this cover spoke to me. Besides, who could say no to an author who watched the original Star Trek with her dad? Shades of sci-fi past, present, and future–on with the show!
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The Intergalactic Adventures of Queen Bea by Jeanne Gransee Barker
Excerpt from Chapter 16: Being the Mouse
Bea had gone back inside and crawled into bed. Every time she started to doze, she imagined she could hear the viewer calling to her. She noticed every twitch of her muscles, felt each ragged breath. Her eyes were hot and dry, her head throbbed, and her limbs were made of lead.
When she finally did drift off to sleep the dream had come, worse than ever. A chill went down her spine as the familiar voices began to speak.
“We have found her.”
One long, cloaked arm reached for her. This time it touched her with a single icy finger. The cold oozed up her arm, cutting through the skin, moving like it was alive. Gasping for breath, she sat up, cold but sweating.
The sun was rising. She could hear the next-door neighbors getting in their car. People just beginning an ordinary Saturday. Then she remembered the scratch on her arm, probably the reason for this version of the nightmare.
The fear from last night’s alien encounter reignited. What if she got some sort of alien infection?
Bea got out of bed on shaky legs and walked to the bathroom. She pulled out the antibacterial liquid, put her arm over the sink, and poured it on the small scratch. She kept squeezing the bottle until it released nothing but air.
“Hey, Howard Hughes.” The sound of Patty’s voice made her jump. “You trying to drown that or what?”
“Oh, I guess I just wasn’t paying attention.” Bea put the empty bottle back in the medicine cabinet.
“I’m pretty sure nobody ever died from a paper cut,” Patty said, making her way past Bea and into the bathroom.
“Ha, yeah.” Bea forced a weak laugh.
“What are you doing up so early on a Saturday anyway?” Patty asked, yawning.
“Oh, I’m going over to Calvin’s. You know, more stuff on the project.”
“Geez, Bea, it’s like your brain has been taken over by science or something,” Patty said.
“That is totally not funny!” Bea snapped.
“Gah, it was just a joke…” Patty looked at Bea. “… or maybe not.” All of Patty’s humor evaporated. She gave Bea a little shove out into the hall and closed the door in Bea’s face.
The whole time she was dressing, Bea was on the verge of hyperventilating. She pulled on the same jeans as yesterday and an old school sweatshirt. She let her sleep-twisted hair fall where it might. She didn’t grab her hat or her gloves. She couldn’t even manage to zip her parka.
The whole way to Calvin’s, she kept pushing up the jacket sleeve to check the scratch. It was redder, wasn’t it? Maybe it was beginning to swell? How would she explain this at the emergency room?
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