Don’t Belong to No City is out in the world! I am so excited to share this story with you!
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2 days out!
Life hadn’t been easy to him either. We were both orphans, and I knew the same pull to belong, to have a place, to have a home that he did. But we were separated by a great divide. He was a Vintage. I was Queen of the Zombies. One of us got to pretend we were like everyone else, and the other was alone. © 2019 Olivia Orndorff 3 days out!
My body curved around hers. It took me a long time to close my eyes, too enthralled by the sight of our arms intertwined. The room too dark to share the secret that my tattoos swam up my arms, and Ilfy’s stayed static. I stumbled into my shift at the bar late. Too happy to care. Too excited about feeling happy to care. Because she was beautiful. It had been so long since I’d felt worthy of even looking at beauty, let alone to touch. © 2019 Olivia Orndorff 4 days out!
The ward screamed at my temples wanting to keep me inside, keep me safe, if only I listened. I stepped outside the ward’s boundaries and the ward tried to reach me, reach outside its wall crying out like every mother who’s cautioned their child in high places, and then the ward shattered into a million pieces. © 2019 Olivia Orndorff 5 days out! Beginning of the teaser countdown ;)
They weren’t dreams. Never dreams. Just voices lingering in my mind, faint echoes of souls I now carried, drifting out to play when my walls lifted. I heard them, the cant of the wards, the Vietnamese of a sailor. Only one’s voice spoke in my childhood Creole. A lullaby that soothed me deeper and deeper into darkness. © 2019 Olivia Orndorff Your first sneak-peek of the book! 3 weeks to go!!
The woman hadn’t moved from the door as she assessed the room. She felt wilder to me. Like marionberries growing from the cracks of an abandoned building, stretching out toward the sky for sun. Tasted, tasted slightly bitter, though familiar, aged. I felt her gaze seep into my bones, as the very cells of my blood threatened to boil over. Last time Eliza Wong and I had been in the same room, she had tried to kill me and almost succeeded. © 2019 Olivia Orndorff Need something to tide you over until release date? Looking to check out one of my other books?
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