RAKSHA
RELEASE DATE: 30.04.13
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RAKSHA
BLURB
She has no name.
She has her knives, her training, and her halo.
The first and second give her the ability to defeat
the opponents she is pitted against each month. The third frees her from pain
and fear. From any kind of emotion at all. Everything is as it should be. Everything
is as it should be, until…
Fear… Pain… Anger… Happiness… Desire… Guilt…
Love.
When a newly named Kit escapes the Sanctuary after
killing her best friend, the last thing she needs is another knife in her hand.
Or Ryka, the damaged, beautiful blond boy, whom she refuses to let save her.
The sights and sounds of Freetown are new, yet one thing is familiar: the
matches. The only difference? Where the blood in the Sanctuary landed only on
the Colosseum floor, Kit will quickly learn that a river of red runs through
Freetown’s very streets.
Without her halo, the inhabitants of Kit’s new home
consider her saved, but is that really the case? Would she be better off free
of the guilt associated with all the blood on her hands, or is the love of one
boy worth living through all the pain?
Raksha is the call of the dead. It is the rumbling chant
for fresh blood from the other side, the demand for sacrifice. The Colosseum is
behind Kit. The fighting pits await.
RAKSHA
EXCERPT ONE
I mmm doubtfully, scratching Jada behind her
ears. She seems to like that. Cai’s face is gone now, although who knows how
long the reprieve will be. When I look up, Ryka is watching me pet Jada.
“She likes you,” he says.
“You sound surprised.”
“I’m not. My sister’s a good judge of character. If
Liv likes you that pretty much means everyone else will. Including my fickle
dog.” He whistles softly and Jada pricks her ears at the sound.
“And you?” I ask.
He smiles. “Seriously?”
I nod, and Ryka’s mouth pulls up to one side in a way
that makes my heart race. He looks wicked.
“Well, we’re friends. In that weird way where you’re
eternally mad at me, and I’m eternally imagining what you look like naked.”
“What!” I go to slap his arm but he ducks out of
reach, grinning. From the way my insides react to his words, it feels like I’ve
swallowed something entirely too hot. Is this normal? Is this what liking
someone feels like? It’s confusing and frustrating and frankly—okay, I’ll admit
it—kind of wonderful. But what the hell am I supposed to do with that? How do I
change who I am, sixteen years of fighting, a life of blood? How do I trade in
all that confrontation for something a little sweeter? I think it’s probably
too late.
“I really didn’t do myself any favours when I met you,
did I? You still don’t trust me?” Ryka tips his head forward, smiling ruefully
at his feet when I shake my head. “In that case I suppose it’s pointless asking
if you’ve fallen in love with me yet?”
The boy is determined to make me die a death this evening.
It’s all I can do not to choke as I shake my head. “Sadly, no. I don’t think I
want to kill you anymore, though. So there’s that.”
In the moonlight, Ryka’s eyes bow as he smiles
broadly. “There is that. We’ll have to see what we can do to change your
mind, though. I’ve never been very good at waiting for anything I want.” He
shoves me gently with his shoulder and my heart stumbles.
“You want me?”
Ryka’s smile is devastatingly sharp. “You own me,
remember. And now, after the other night…well, I guess I kinda own you, too.”
SHORT
BIO
Frankie Rose is a British expat, who is currently enjoying the perks of
living in Australia- her awesome husband, sunshine, and vitamin D. She spends
her time creating fictional universes in which the guy sometimes gets the girl,
the heroes occasionally die, and the endings aren't always happy. But they
usually are.
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