Friday, 15 November 2013

Memory's Wake Tour: Excerpt

Memory's Wake
Lost in a world full of monstrous fairies, a troubled sixteen year old has to find out who she is and why her memories were stolen before she is found by those who want her dead.

She takes the name "Memory" and knows she has just one goal - to find her way home, wherever that is. But this land is strange. No technology to be seen, and iron is banned, thanks to a pact the humans have with the magical creatures who share their pre-industrial era world. In her t-shirt and torn jeans, Memory knows she's different, even before she performs impossible magic.

Haunted by her past, chased by a dragon, wanted by the king and stalked by the strange, handsome savage that seems to know her, everyone is after Memory, and she suspects it's not just for her eye-catching outfit. Her forgotten past holds dangerous secrets that will challenge everything she believes and risk the lives of everyone she loves.

Memory's Wake contains over 45 illustrations by the author and artist.
Hey everyone! I'm excited to be part of the Memory's Wake blog tour, organized by Xpresso Book Tours! Today I have an excerpt for you, but first the essential information:

Title: Memory's Wake
Author: Selina Fenech
Series: Memory's Wake Trilogy #1

Author Information: 
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Now, the synopsis says that this books contains over 45 illustrations by the author and artist. I've had a little peek inside, and they're SO GOOD! Seriously, you want to see them. Also, I saw something about a dragon. And we all love dragons, yes?

Anyway, onto the excerpt:

The ice of the water’s touch burned Memory’s skin. She could feel no bottom, no sides, just a rush of water pulling her down. The channel ran deep and fast. The fabric of her skirts tangled and lifted about, tying her limbs. She sank, breathless, reached the distant bottom then pushed up. Her cheek scraped against the rocky ceiling. She gasped air in the smallest pocket of space before being pulled under again. The channel narrowed around her, knocking her against rocks, finally expelling her into a great expanse of water.
Her chest ached and her mind lost focus. Ribbons of reeds twisted up from the ground, and she floated, still and suspended in the blue-green night. In the distance, Eloryn and Roen danced in the air. More figures joined them, lifting them into the sky; small, slender women with white skin and ridiculously long hair. Some flew around her, keeping their distance. She reached for them, wanting to touch these beautiful, flying angels. They scowled with large black eyes. The surreal moment ended and she realized they didn’t fly. She was still underwater. They swam, and she could not breathe. Her lungs exploded and the last of her air burst out in bubbles around her. Her vision darkened at the edges.

Large hands pulled at her. Reaching the surface she filled her cracking lungs. The savage broke through the water next to her, droplets forming in his dark tangle of hair. Supporting her fabric-weighted mass with one arm, he made a slow journey across to the edge of the lake, dragging her with him. They were alone on the bank where the savage crawled out of the water. She lay at its edge, unable to lift the waterlogged skirts any farther. He collapsed face down, gulping breaths.

Memory coughed out a stream of water, aching as though she’d been wrung out and wishing she was at least that dry. She wiped clinging hair from her eyes, trying to get a clear view of the strange man, wanting to be sure he was real. He still looked more like an animal than a man. He had a lean build with wide shoulders, every inch of bare skin muscled. She could just see the profile of his face, showing high cheekbones and long dark lashes that dripped water. He wasn’t familiar to her in the slightest.
“Who are you?” Memory said.
Lying on his stomach, he lifted himself up onto his elbows and looked at her as though she’d just slapped him. His pale eyes flashed like lightning under heavy black brows.


What do you think? Do you like it? And seriously - those illustrations are beautiful. Those I've seen were better than the cover!


  1. Thanks for posting about my book :) Glad you liked the illustrations!

    1. Thank you for visiting! The illustrations are beautiful :)

  2. I like the excerpt! Though the name Memory would put me off a bit.

    Thanks for sharing! <33

    1. Yeah, me too, although it sort of makes sense. Still not one of my favorite names, though!

      Thanks <3


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