Shomi Spotlight: Excerpt – Moongazer by Marianne Mancusi

Posted August 12, 2008 by Holly in Promotions | 4 Comments

I’m almost finished with Razor Girl, then I have to decide which Shomi novel to read next. This one sounds pretty good, don’t you think?

Book Cover

Imagine every night entering a nightmare world you can’t escape and being told real life is a dream. Skye Brown has it all: the cool job, the hot boyfriend, the apartment on New York’s Upper West Side. But lately she can’t enjoy any of it. She’s having dreams of a post-apocalyptic world. Of a bleak futuristic wasteland. Of a struggle against oppression. And she’s been told she’s a…

MOONGAZER.

But what is that? And what is reality? In her dreams, she’s not Skye Brown at all, but Mariah Quinn. In her dreams there’s Dawn, the beautiful yet haunted soldier, and Skye is but the empty shell of a girl he once loved. And there was a betrayal, a great betrayal. Ripped between Dark Siders and club kids, the mundane and the mystic, Skye must discover who she is, what she wants and who wants her. And why. But in the glow of the moon, it’s not always easy to recognize the face in the mirror.

MOONGAZER by Marianne Mancusi

Prologue (ARC)

Running. I am running for my life. That much I know as my silver stiletto boots clink a rapid, repeating staccato beat against the metal floor. But where am I? Who’s chasing me? And, most importantly, why?

I have no idea.

Run faster. Run harder. Run from the moon.

A strange voice echoing through my brain seems to mock me as it begs for speed with an urgency I can’t comprehend. Endless demands competing with my own frantic thoughts, skitter across my brain like a dog’s claws on slick linoleum.

Where am I? Run faster. Who’s chasing me? Run harder. And why? Run from the moon.

But there is no moon. The corridor is black, skyless, deep underground. And I’m already running as fast and as hard as I can.

I suck in a breath and take in my surroundings–trying to think, to process, to find a shred of familiarity in the dark steel beams crisscrossing the black ceiling, the mammoth fans cut into the walls every few feet, expelling hot, sour air that my already burning lungs struggle to accept. It all seems so familiar and yet at the same time completely foreign. Like a déjà vu pricking at the dark recesses of your brain, or a name on the tip of your tongue–the one you always remember at three a.m., when it no longer matters.

Except, this time I think it might still matter. And three a.m. may be too late.

“Don’t let her reach the hatch!”

My heart slams against my chest as I realize my pursuers–whoever they might be–aren’t far behind. Sweat pools in the hollow of my throat, then drips down, soaking my breasts. My muscles burn, my lungs refuse to take in air, I can barely swallow and my vision has gone spotty. Soon I’ll have to stop. To take a break.

But to stop is to die. That much I know. And so I keep running.

I turn a corner and my bleary eyes catch sight of a ladder in front of me, embedded firmly into the wall, a potential salvation ascending into the darkness. Where does it go? Could it lead to the hatch my enemies seek to keep me from? To stop and check it out will eat up valuable time–time I don’t have. But I have to take a chance. I can’t run forever.

I throw myself against the ladder, wrapping my hands around each rung as I climb. Step after step. The ground falls away, and with it the dim tunnel lighting and soon I am engulfed in blackness.

A few seconds later I bang my head against something, almost falling off the ladder from the impact. I steady myself then reach up with one hand, fingers exploring the ceiling until they come upon a latch. More frantic exploration reveals a handle. There’s definitely some kind of trap door.

“Up here! Get her!”

I hear feet pounding against the metal rungs as my pursuers start up after me. I don’t have much time left. Wrapping my hand around the trapdoor handle, I yank on it with all my might. This is my one chance to escape.

It doesn’t budge.

I pound on the door, my heart exploding in my chest as I realize that I likely have precious seconds to live. Surprisingly, my life does not flash before my eyes–in fact, I’m still having difficulty remembering any life at all. Who I am. What I do. How I got here into this mess.

Run from the moon, the mysterious voice in my head demands.

“Shut up,” I mutter, tired of its useless advice.

The first man reaches me, paws at my feet through the darkness. “We’ve got her!” he cries. And indeed, it seems he has.

Not willing to give up without a fight, I slam my foot down on his hand, the stiletto heel driving into his palm. A crunch of bone. A yelp of pain. I repeat the blow, then follow up with a wild kick to where I estimate his head to be, all the while clinging to the ladder for dear life. I don’t miss. Knocked off balance he loses his grip, falls backward, and hurtles screaming down into the blackness. A sickening thud, followed by silence, tells me he’s likely met his maker below.

But his death is not enough to save me. The second guy is right behind him and much more prepared for my alley cat tactics. There’s a flash of light–a crimson laser cutting through the darkness–then a sharp, icy pain spreading through my ankle, shooting through my veins at a lightning pace, reaching my toes, my fingers, my brain simultaneously. My grip loosens, my head swims, my muscles fail. At first I fear he’ll just let me fall, hurtle down to the earth below. But my attacker grabs on and starts dragging me down the ladder.

Not good.

At the bottom, the men flip me over so I’m lying on my stomach, spread-eagle on the ground. I can’t move at all, my body is Jell-o, my muscles completely useless.

But I can see. I can hear. I can feel.

Three men kneel above me, armed with some pretty scary-looking tools, including something that looks like a high-tech electric syringe, complete with gauges and lights and a really long needle. I’m not sure what it does, but I know for a fact that I don’t want it done to me.

The first man reaches into his bag and pulls out a small silver box. He presses his thumb against the top. The box beeps and flashes a green light, then pops open, revealing a vial of some sort. He presents the vial to the man with the syringe, who takes it and sticks the long needle inside, sucking up the unidentified contents. The syringe beeps in approval and a few green lights flash in sync.

“Are you ready, my dear?” the man with the gun asks, his lips curled in a sneer. He’s big, built like a soldier and sporting a trim gray beard. He’s wearing a shiny metallic belted uniform reminiscent of Michael Jackson’s costume in Captain Eo.

“Please!” I beg, not thinking for one second that anything I say will make a difference, but at the same time desperate to try. “Just let me go!”

The men laugh, shake their heads in mirth. “Oh, you’ll go all right, Mariah,” replies the second guy. He’s smaller than the first, but no less menacing. “Pow!” he quips. “Straight to the moon.”

They grab my arm and flip it over. I watch helplessly as they stab me with the syringe, injecting silver liquid into my unwilling veins. I scream and scream and scream, knowing it will do no good. Knowing that there’s no escape.

Like it or not, I’m going to the moon.

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Check out more from Marianne Mancusi at her website, her blog and at The Rebels of Romance.

This book is available from Dorchester’s Shomi line. You can buy it here.


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4 responses to “Shomi Spotlight: Excerpt – Moongazer by Marianne Mancusi

  1. Perfect example of why I love Shomi books. The stories start out with a POW! There’s intense action right from the get go; the protagonist is in a dire situation and must use her awesome intelligence and kick ass fighting skills to not only save her own neck, but set the world straight! Or at least straighter… And you know some where along the line there’s going to be a romance. What’s not to love? =)

  2. I’ve been contemplating reading this one, too. In fact, I kept picking it up to check it out for a couple of weeks at my local Borders, then one day I go in – and it’s gone! I’ve checked back a couple of times, but it’s still not there (it was the only copy) and it doesn’t look like they’re going to restock it. Might have to order it myself. Maybe I’ll wait to see what you think of it.

  3. Ali

    Wow, this looks awesome!! I think it would make a great movie, too. Thanks for the buy link… I just had to add to my Amazon cart *bg*

  4. Christine,
    I’m just starting to realize that’s how all the books in this line are. It’s awesome.

    Margay,
    Come on, take the plunge, you know you want to…

    Ali,
    Heh. You and me both, girl. I ended up buying a crapload from Amazon today. 😛

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