Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Incarceron - A to Z Challenge

"I've always preferred writing in longhand. I've

always written first drafts in longhand."

-  John Irving 


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Incarceron #1
YA Fantasy / SciFi

Imagine a living prison so vast that it contains corridors and forests, cities and seas. Imagine a prisoner with no memory, who is sure he came from Outside, even though the prison has been sealed for centuries and only one man, half real, half legend, has ever escaped. 

Imagine a girl in a manor house in a society where time has been forbidden, where everyone is held in a seventeenth century world run by computers, doomed to an arranged marriage that appals her, tangled in an assassination plot she both dreads and desires. 

One inside, one outside

But both imprisoned.

Imagine a war that has hollowed the moon, seven skullrings that contain souls, a flying ship and a wall at the world's end.

Imagine the unimaginable.

Imagine Incarceron.



Finn had been flung on his face and chained to the stone slabs of the transitway.His arms, spread wide, were weighted with links so heavy, he could barely drag his wrists off the ground. His ankles were tangled in a slithering mass of metal, bolted through a ring in the pavement. He couldn’t raise his chest to get enough air. He lay exhausted, the stone icy against his cheek.
But the Civicry were coming at last.
He felt them before he heard them; vibrations in the ground, starting tiny and growing until they shivered in his teeth and nerves. Then noises in the darkness, the rumble of migration trucks, the slow hollow clang of wheel rims. Dragging his head around, he shook dirty hair out of his eyes and saw how the parallel grooves in the floor arrowed straight under his body. He was chained directly across the tracks.
Sweat slicked his forehead. Gripping the frosted links with one glove he hauled his chest up and gasped in a breath. The air was acrid and smelled of oil.
It was no use yelling yet. They were too far off and wouldn’t hear him over the clamor of the wheels until they were well into the vast hall. He would have to time it exactly. Too late, and the trucks couldn’t be stopped, and he would be crushed.
Desperately, he tried to avoid the other thought. That they might see him and hear him and not even care.
Small, bobbing, handheld lights. Concentrating, he counted nine, eleven, twelve; then counted them again to have a number that was firm, that would stand against the nausea choking his throat.
Nuzzling his face against the torn sleeve for some comfort he thought of Keiro, his grin, the last mocking little slap as he’d checked the lock and stepped back into the dark. He whispered the name, a bitter whisper: “Keiro.”
Vast halls and invisible galleries swallowed it. Fog hung in the metallic air. The trucks clanged and groaned.
He could see people now, trudging. They emerged from the darkness so muffled against the cold, it was hard to tell if they were children or old, bent women. Probably children—the aged, if they kept any, would ride on the trams, with the goods. A black-and-white ragged flag draped the leading truck; he could see its design, a heraldic bird with a silver bolt in its beak.
“Stop!” he called. “Look! Down here!”
The grinding of machinery shuddered the floor. It whined in his bones. He clenched his hands as the sheer weight and impetus of the trucks came home to him, the smell of sweat from the massed ranks of men pushing them, the rattle and slither of piled goods. He waited, forcing his terror down, second by second testing his nerve against death, not breathing, not letting himself break, because he was Finn the Starseer, he could do this. Until from nowhere a sweating panic erupted and he heaved himself up and screamed, “Did you hear me! Stop! Stop!
They came on.

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  1. This book sounds really good! And I love the quote because I write all my drafts longhand... and in the bathtub.

    1. It was good. And, I thought I was the only strange one who wrote by hand first. ;)

      Thanks for stopping by, Heidi.

  2. This sounds like a mesmerising read! Thanks for sharing.

  3. This sounds like an interesting book... I may have to check it out. Thanks for sharing!

    Stopping by from A to Z

  4. Trisha - It was my fav dystopian read of 2012. REAL good!

    Alex - Thank you as always!!!

    Ingrid - Definitely check it out. You'll be glad you did.

  5. Wow, that sounds wonderful!! Thanks for the synopsis and excerpt! Happy A-to-Z 2013! ~Angela, Whole Foods Living,

  6. I write poems longhand, but not stories... I much prefer my computer (and spellchecker! And find+replace!)

    I haven't heard of Incarceron, but it sounds intriguing.