Hello & welcome to today's REMNANTS blog tour stop! I'm so thrilled to share a snippet of a dramatic scene from Lisa's newest release. First, here's a little bit about the book.
Andriana is a Remnant, one of the gifted teens born on the seventh day during the seventy-seventh Harvest after the Great War, and destined to act as humanity’s last shield against the horrors that now plague those who remain.
After years of training in stealth and warfare, Andriana and her Knight protector, Ronan, are finally ready to answer the Call and begin the life they were designed for. But as they embark with the other Remnants on the first of their assignments, they quickly discover that the world beyond their protected Valley home is more dangerous than they imagined.
The Sons of Sheol will stop at nothing to prevent Dri and Ronan from rescuing anyone sympathetic to the Remnants' cause. And as the Remnants attempt to battle the demonic forces, other enemies close in. Dangers intensify, but so do Dri's feelings for Ronan--the one emotion she is not meant to feel. In the midst of their mission, Andriana must find a way to master her feelings, or risk compromising everything.
The Sons of Sheol will stop at nothing to prevent Dri and Ronan from rescuing anyone sympathetic to the Remnants' cause. And as the Remnants attempt to battle the demonic forces, other enemies close in. Dangers intensify, but so do Dri's feelings for Ronan--the one emotion she is not meant to feel. In the midst of their mission, Andriana must find a way to master her feelings, or risk compromising everything.
A Favorite Dramatic Scene from REMNANTS
Mr. Olin left the room, and I stole glances at the fine fixtures around the plates. Gleaming silver candelabras, one between every four place settings. The four crystal goblets, in various sizes, above each plate. A thick, soft napkin that I couldn’t resist running my finger across—I’d never touched such fine fabric! Above, on the walls that climbed high, high above, were pictures—vast oil paintings of foreign landscapes and people in odd costume, next to golden-edged mirrors. I forced my attention back to my task. It wouldn’t do to have Mr. Olin return and see I’d gotten distracted.
I’d set fourteen plates, carefully measuring from the lip of the table and then placing them as instructed, when I heard a woman singing outside the window.
I’d set fourteen plates, carefully measuring from the lip of the table and then placing them as instructed, when I heard a woman singing outside the window.
I looked left and right, and saw both doorways were empty. No, stay on task, Dri.
I went and took three more plates from the stack and placed them as I’d been told. But the woman’s voice—so high, so clear, so haunting—filled the streets and filtered up to the dining hall and through the slightly opened windows. The doorways remained empty as I returned for three more plates; no one else apparently was about. I took up more plates and was turning when I heard her voice, in haunting measure, each syllable floating up to me …
I went and took three more plates from the stack and placed them as I’d been told. But the woman’s voice—so high, so clear, so haunting—filled the streets and filtered up to the dining hall and through the slightly opened windows. The doorways remained empty as I returned for three more plates; no one else apparently was about. I took up more plates and was turning when I heard her voice, in haunting measure, each syllable floating up to me …