This is a recording of me reading the first page of the next book I'm going to write.
It's the pseudo-prologue--I call it Chapter Zero, haha--of Bad Fairy, Book 2. It does not contain spoilers. I'm trying to see if anyone would like to share reactions as to whether they think it sets up a sequel decently by balancing the feeling of an appropriate beginning with the feeling of a character who has history. I would like Book 2 to be able to stand on its own without depending on Book 1, but still resonate well as a continuation of the story begun in Book 1 for those who have read it.
Here it is.
If you would rather simply read the excerpt, please go ahead and check it out below.
Once you’ve hit the bottom, there’s nowhere to go but up.
Such a peculiarly hopeful notion for someone who’d survived the blow I had. Life had taught me nothing but to expect more blows, and yet I seized the optimistic thought and clutched it to my heart. I honestly expected my lot to improve after sinking to such depths. I actually did—naïvely, and rather comically—believe I had reached the lowest point of my life. In spite of the hatred and disappointment that had turned my idealistic young mind toward sullenness and distrust, I still craved love and I still thought I would find it.
It seems so laughable now. I was so precocious, with such an old soul, and yet these childish expectations danced in my head. They blinded me to inevitable realities that a person like me can never escape.
I remember wanting that love so much. Thinking if only I could get through to my enemies, once and for all, they would understand me and accept me. I thought their rejection could be cured with a breakthrough. I thought it was all a misunderstanding. I thought they hated me because they didn’t know me.
I was about to find out they did know the real me, and hated it all the same.
Poised on the brink of womanhood, I teetered on the edge of a canyon of possibilities, more than convinced I would soar over it when the time came to leap. I’d earned my wings, hadn’t I?
Falling is still possible with wings, even if they’re not broken. I didn’t know that.
I do now.