So excited to present this book, TO SLEEP IN A SEA OF STARS by CHRISTOPHER PAOLINI which will go ON SALE 9/15/20. Please enjoy the Excerpt.
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ABOUT THE
BOOK:
Kira Navárez
dreamed of finding life on new worlds.
Now she has
awakened a nightmare.
While exploring a distant planet, she
discovers an alien relic that thrusts her into an epic journey of
transformation and discovery.
Her odyssey will carry her to the far reaches
of the galaxy.
Earth and her colonies are on the brink of annihilation.
Earth and her colonies are on the brink of annihilation.
One woman.
The
will to survive.
The
hope of humanity.
This epic
novel follows Kira Navárez, who, during a routine survey mission on an
uncolonized planet, finds an alien relic that thrusts her into the wonders and
the nightmares of first contact. Epic space battles for the fate of humanity
take her to the farthest reaches of the galaxy and, in the process, transform
not only her ― but the entire course of history.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Christopher Paolini
was born in Southern California and has lived most of his life in Paradise
Valley, Montana. He published his first novel, Eragon, in 2003 at the age of 19, and quickly became a publishing
phenomenon. His Inheritance Cycle—Eragon
and its three sequels—have sold nearly 40 million copies worldwide. This is his
first adult novel.
Cold
fear shot through Kira’s gut.
Together,
she and Alan scrambled into their clothes. Kira spared a second of thought for
her strange dream—everything felt strange at the
moment—and then they hurried out of the cabin and rushed over toward Neghar’s
quarters.
As
they approached, Kira heard hacking: a deep, wet, ripping sound that made her
imagine raw flesh going through a shredder. She shuddered.
Neghar
was standing in the middle of the hallway with the others gathered around her,
doubled over, hands on her knees, coughing so hard Kira could hear her vocal
cords fraying. Fizel was next to her, hand on her back. “Keep breathing,” he
said. “We’ll get you to sickbay. Jenan! Alan! Grab her arms, help carry her.
Quickly now, qu—”
Neghar
heaved, and Kira heard a loud, distinct snap from
inside the woman’s narrow chest.
Black
blood sprayed from Neghar’s mouth, painting the deck in a wide fan.
Marie-Élise
shrieked, and several people retched. The fear from Kira’s dream returned,
intensified. This was bad. This was dangerous. “We
have to go,” she said, and tugged on Alan’s sleeve. But he wasn’t listening.
“Back!”
Fizel shouted. “Everyone back! Someone get the Extenuating
Circumstances on the horn. Now!”
“Clear
the way!” Mendoza bellowed.
More
blood sprayed from Neghar’s mouth, and she dropped to one knee. The whites of
her eyes were freakishly wide. Her face was crimson, and her throat worked as
if she were choking.
“Alan,” said Kira. Too late; he was moving to help Fizel.
She
took a step back. Then another. No one noticed; they were all looking at
Neghar, trying to figure out what to do while staying out of the way of the
blood flying from her mouth.
Kira
felt like screaming at them to leave, to run, to escape.
She
shook her head and pressed her fists against her mouth, scared blood was going
to erupt out of her as well. Her head felt as if it were about to burst, and
her skin was crawling with horror: a thousand ants skittering over every
centimeter. Her whole body itched with revulsion.
Jenan
and Alan tried to lift Neghar back to her feet. She shook her head and gagged.
Once. Twice. And then she spat a clot of something
onto the deck. It was too dark to be blood. Too liquid to be metal.
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