Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for THE OTHER LAMB! Today I have a great excerpt from the book to share with you!
The Other Lamb
Author: Katie Young
Release Date: August 28, 2014
Publisher: Curiosity Quills PressCover Design by Polina Sapershteyn
Incarcerated on Earth as punishment for breeding with humans, the Watchers found a way to escape. Zach is living proof of that…even though someone has cut out his heart.
When Zach turns eighteen he develops an insatiable thirst for blood, but he tries to bury his fears and go on enjoying his birthday. His best friend Kim has scored them tickets to the hottest gig in town. But a charged encounter with his idol, the enigmatic rock star known as Grigory, leads to a revelation that shatters everything Zach thinks he knows about himself and the world, and places everyone dear to him in grave danger.
Zach is a Naphil, the forbidden offspring of a mortal woman and a Watcher. When those who seek to destroy him snatch Kim, Zach is forced to embark on a journey of discovery spanning continents and ages. With the help of a mysterious stranger named Sam, Zach must unearth the truth about his parentage, find Kim, and discover who has stolen his heart…before he triggers the apocalypse.
Kim thrust something into Zach's hand. The ticket for the cloakroom. By the time he registered what it was, Kim had already strode across the floor, away from him.
“Oh dear. I hope I haven't caused trouble between you and your little girlfriend.” Grigory's voice was flat and dispassionate.
“No. She's not my… I mean… it's fine.” Zach's words died in his throat as Grigory's hand found his and pulled him towards a door next to the stage.
They walked down a narrow corridor, and into a small, dimly lit side room furnished with a tired, saggy couch, two armchairs, and a scuffed wooden coffee table littered with empty bottles, cigarette packets, and chocolate wrappers. Posters of acts that had played the venue over the years papered the walls. Away from the hubbub of the hall, the music playing in the club reduced to a dull throbbing, and Zach's ears began to ring in the comparative quiet.
Alone in the lamplight with his idol, an odd sensation washed over him. He envisaged his blood, spiked with shiny metal filings, being manipulated and forced into elaborate patterns by the magnetism of the creature before him. A burning odour that reminded him of electrical storms struck him, and once again a thought crossed his mind. Perhaps he was seriously ill, maybe a seizure or brain tumour?
“You're not sick.” Grigory's voice startled him out of his ponderings.
“Wha… what did you say?”
Grigory turned to face him, a bottle of beer in each hand and a cigarette dangling from his lips. He squinted against the smoke and handed Zach one of the beers. The condensation on the bottle tempted Zach to press the cold glass against his feverish skin, but he fought the urge.
“It’s not a disease. You’re beyond all that now.”
“I… what are you talking about?” Zach stammered.
Had he spoken aloud? Was the singer reading his thoughts? Grigory flung himself down on the sofa, his impossibly long legs stretched out along it and draped over one end. He waved the glowing end of his cigarette to one of the chairs, indicating Zach should sit. The boy walked over to the lumpy chair and lowered himself into it, the busted old springs digging into his back.
“You must feel it. The space inside.”
Grigory smiled and Zach thought of a line from a book his mother used to read him as a small child. Never smile at a crocodile. The singer swung his legs off the couch and planted his feet on the floor. He leant forward and took a swig of lager before setting it down on the table.
“Please. If you know something… just tell me,” said Zach.
Grigory swallowed his mouthful and studied the boy, narrowing his eyes. He shifted position, so his knees were more or less touching Zach's. Through a hole in Grigory's leather trousers Zach could see the smooth, tawny skin beneath the soft, scuffed hide. Bringing his eyes up to look at his beautiful face, Zach noticed that Grigory had no stubble. It seemed odd that such a dark-haired man had skin as smooth and clear as an airbrushed image from a fashion magazine.
The singer licked his lips and ground his cigarette out on the filthy carpet. “Well, I know lots of things, but this particular thing is that you, my lamb, have had your heart stolen. Literally.”
Katie Young is a writer and occasional zombie movie ‘supporting artiste’. She also works in kids’ TV but wishes she were a rock star. She has various shorts available for download from Ether Books, and features in anthologies from Collaboration of the Dead Press, Angelic Knight Press, Indigo Mosaic, Song Stories Press, Static Movement and Fox Spirit Books. Her story, Atelic, was shortlisted for the 2010 Writers' & Artists' Year Book short fiction prize, and she is a regular contributor to the Are You Sitting Comfortably? story-telling events run by White Rabbit. Katie also writes TV reviews for The Cult Den. The Other Lamb is her first novel. She lives in South East London with her partner and a second-hand cat. She is not a natural redhead.
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