Today is the cover reveal for Harvester by Rachel Russell!
Harvester by Rachel Russell
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: March 17th 2014
Sixteen-year-old Catalina has never seen the sky. As a mage, it’s illegal for her to leave the underground city she lives in. The sun and moon are only fantastical stories of a land far away. So when Catalina stumbles upon a tunnel leading to the surface, she can’t resist the temptation to see the surface world.
But instead of enjoying a night beneath the stars for the first time, Catalina emerges upon the scene of a savage murderer harvesting faery body parts. She’s nearly his next victim, but is rescued by a grim boy named Will who has a troubling connection to the killer.
Even more disquieting is Catalina’s criminal status upon returning home. Someone with political clout has framed her for the vicious slayings. Now on the run from the law, Catalina must uncover Will’s tie to the serial killing of faeries, as well as stop a bloodthirsty murderer to prove her innocence, or face a death sentence.
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The last person caught smuggling medicine had disappeared, never to be heard from again, after Marshals whisked him away for interrogation. It wasn’t a reassuring thought to have as Catalina stood in line and gnawed on the inside of her cheek. With each step she took toward the Arch, the glass vial hidden within the inside pocket of her vest grew heavier. She’d trafficked medicine into the city before, but it always felt like the first time. She supposed there were just some things you never got used to. Knowing the Arch wasn’t designed to detect her precious cargo didn’t stop her palms from sweating or her stomach from flip-flopping.
“Next.” A scowling guard dressed in a black trench coat with a stiff, upturned collar waved her through with an exaggerated wave of his arm, as if she’d been dawdling.
Catalina sucked in a breath and stepped beneath the Arch. It wailed, shrill and loud, like a cat in pain. She startled, her eyes widening.
“Hands in the air!”
Oh no. No, no, no, Catalina thought. She held up shaking hands. My luck cannot be this crappy. She’d passed through the Arch dozens of times with the medicine on her and the alarm had never gone off before. Maybe it was a malfunction.
Another guard stepped over and passed a plain, black rod over her, starting at her head and traveling down. It glowed white when it neared her vest pocket.
Catalina’s stomach bottomed out. They’d updated their equipment. For once, the law was a step ahead of her.
The guard flipped open her vest and reached into the inside pocket, plucking out the vial. He held it up before his face, arching an eyebrow. Within the glass vial swirled clear liquid filled with glittering particles. The guard pulled out the stopper and sniffed.
Catalina caught a faint waft of honeysuckle flowers.
“It’s faery elixir, all right.” The guard put the stopper back on. “Take her to the interrogation room. The Marshal will want to speak with her.”
The other guard stepped behind Catalina and twisted her arms behind her back. She needed to get out of there. If she could buck her head back hard enough to break the guard’s nose, maybe—
Then metal pinched the tender skin of her wrists. She tried to wriggle her fingers. Her knuckles hit cool iron. He’d encased her hands in mitten handcuffs, the only sure way to keep a mage from weaving a spell. Catalina sighed. Now it really was too late.
“Come on.” The guard grabbed Catalina by the elbow and led her through a blue door off to the right.
Their booted steps echoed down a hallway with overhead lights so bright they whitewashed the walls and floor. Catalina squinted beneath the harsh glare. The guard led her to the end of the hallway and stopped in front of a dull door with black paint curling at the edges. Again, she was struck with the near-overpowering drive to bolt. She’d heard horror stories of Marshals using magic to strangle hearts near to bursting point till they got what information they wanted.
The hinges on the door whined as the guard opened it. An empty room with a table and two chairs lay beyond. A cold chill rushed down Catalina’s spine. Odd how such a sparse room could feel so menacing.
The guard shoved her into the room. “A Marshal will be with you shortly.”
Catalina stumbled into the room and whirled to face the guard, only to be met by the door slamming shut. A click came from the other side of the door as he locked it.
She turned and strode to the table. “Great. What the hell am I supposed to do now?”
About the Author:
Rachel is a YA author who likes dirty martinis and pickles on her pizza. Her stories tend to be either horror or fantasy, or a strange amalgamation of both genres. She works at Month9Books, LLC as both the Submissions Coordinator and an Editorial Assistant. When not reading or writing, Rachel is marathoning anime, becoming one with Twitter (@RachelxRussell), or playing make-believe with her two daughters.
As the world gears up for the Olympics, and everyone starts cheering for their countries’ teams, I can’t help but find myself dwelling once again on the literary team phenomenon. And I don’t mean anything highbrow like Bronte Sisters VS. Austin fans. I mean something more like the Team Edward and Team Jacob craze created by the Twilight series.
I understand that when the series started, some readers thought that Edward was a manipulative and violent boyfriend and wanted Bella to end up with Jacob. Even up to the end of Book Three, I can understand people wanting Jacob to win Bella. After all, Jacob never abandoned her or tried to kill her, both of which I consider to be pluses in the relationship game. (Spoiler Alert!!) But after Edward and Bella got married, after they had a baby, you would think Team Jacob would take the hint and move on. The author has spoken. The ending is written. So why wear a Team Jacob shirt? Your team lost, and there is no next game for you to win. The series is over.
It’s the same with fans of Harry Potter who think that Harry and Hermione should have ended up together. The epilogue has been published, and Hermione is happy with Ron. So why do we still argue over who the match for Harry is? Is it because we have such a deep emotional connection with the characters that we feel that we know what is right for them even more than the authors? Or is it the perennial hope that the underdog can win even after the final whistle has blown?
Is it the same reason that football fans root for the Buffalo Bills every year? Because you love them even if you know they can’t win?
Whatever the reason, I don’t think an author could ever be offended by the team phenomenon. What more could an author want than to have people love their characters so much, they are willing to argue with their friends in the halls as to which hero is best for their heroine? So fight for your team! And maybe someday soon, you’ll be arguing about the dating habits of one of my characters.
Hi guys, I know I’m a day late for the hottest rush post but I’ve been holding out for something super special and now it’s here!
Are you ready?
I think I cried…just a little. Okay, okay, you got me. It wasn’t a little.
I <3 Augustus Waters and Hazel Grace, that is all.
Whenever I’m on Facebook or Twitter, there are always a couple of people sharing pictures of their pets. We’ve all seen photos of fuzzy little cats curled up napping and darling dogs dressed up for the holidays. I can’t count how many times I let out an aww while browsing, my fingers itching to grab one of the adorable creatures from somewhere across the internet.
Because I know a lot of writers are pet owners, I’m opening an age-old debate to be settled once and for all right here on YArush.
January’s Poll Question:
Which one is a writer’s best friend, a dog or a cat?
Christmas is over, the presents unwrapped, the cookies eaten, and the left overs are chilling in the refrigerator. Now that the chaos of the season is mostly over, it leaves many people asking, what’s to come in the next year?
I think before I can ever look to the future, I have to reflect on the past. What have I learned from this year that will help me be better next year?
I know this past year for me has been quite (excuse my terrible cliche) a roller coaster. The pinnacle of the year was having my first book published, something I had dreamed of since I was fifteen years old. When I got that contract I was so excited that I woke up a friend of mine who was staying with me at the time. She may have been a bit cross at first, but after watching my ridiculous victory dance she laughed and was okay.
Of course, with the peaks come the valleys, so to speak. We lost two members of our family this year. One just a few days ago. My mother, a breast cancer survivor, still suffers the effects of chemo, which has taken its toll of her both mentally and physically. And there is nothing that makes you feel so small and helpless than to watch a loved one suffer and be unable to do a thing to fix it.
So what did I learn? I learned that nothing is ever guaranteed, so prepare for all circumstances. I’ve learned that your life can change drastically with a simple phone call. I’ve learned that when life brings you to your knees, the best thing you can do is get up, dust it off, and keep moving forward.
What do I want from the next year? Well another published book would be great.
I’d like to keep get in touch with some people that I’ve lost contact with. But mostly, I just want my family to be happy and healthy. Everything else is (warning: another cliche coming in 3…2…1…) gravy.
Happy New year to you all. I hope it’s fantastic.
So tell me, what did you learn from the past year? What do you hope for next year? I’d love to hear from you!
If you haven’t finished your Christmas shopping and you can’t stand the thought of drag yourself around the mall for one last mad dash this Christmas Eve, I’ve got a solution guaranteed to knock your stockings off the mantle.
Have you considered gifting an eBook?
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With ebook prices ranging from .99 and up, there’s something for every budget and every reader. So stop worrying about wasting time shopping. Send eBooks instead.
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