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Wednesday, November 7, 2012

HALIFAX by Leigh Dunlap blog tour

Today, as part of the Halifax Haunted Halloween* blog tour, I have an excerpt of screenwriter Leigh Dunlap's new YA alien thriller, Halifax.
Check it out below, and let me know in the comments what you think!
And if you like what you read, you can get Halifax for just .99¢ right now in the Kindle store!

*Yes, I know Halloween has passed. That doesn't mean the fun has to end, right?

Farrell and Izzy scurried around the house.  They began stuffing things into bags, tucking whatever useful items they needed, whether they looked useful or not, into whatever they could carry.  Rom, meanwhile, turned his attention to the mother.  She still had a smile on her face.  She beamed at Rom and he looked away.  He couldn’t take it.
“What seems to be the problem?” she asked him.  He just shook his head sadly.
“Goodbye, Mother,” he said as he hugged her, wrapping himself around her waist.  “I’ll miss you.”
“What seems to be the problem?” she said yet again.  
“Let’s go!” Farrell yelled at Rom as he ran back into the room, bags on each shoulder.
Rom reluctantly pulled himself away from the mother.  He opened a drawer on the bureau in the hallway and pulled out a Magic Eight Ball.  It was a children’s toy.  It was like a large plastic eight ball from a pool table with a small window at its base.  You asked it a question and it displayed an answer in the window, as if it had some kind of magical, eight-ballish psychic powers.
“Will I ever see Mother again?” Rom asked the Magic Eight Ball as he shook it.  He turned it over to reveal the answer printed on a triangle floating behind the small window on the ball.  The message read Don’t Count On It.  
Rom put the ball in his backpack, which was black and white and shaped like a penguin.  It had a friendly, smiling penguin face and a nose that squeaked when you pressed it.  He headed for the back door, pausing for a moment to take one last, longing look back.  Mother stood in the hallway, her arms on her hips and her head cocked slightly.  She was still smiling.  Smiling at her little boy.  She looked like the perfect mother.  Rom averted his eyes, keeping his head down, as he rushed out the back door and slammed it behind him.
Farrell and Izzy and Rom scrambled up the hillside behind their house, climbing up above the cul-de-sac.  They pushed aside dried scrub brush and slid through the dirt, finally making their way to a fire road overlooking the neighborhood.  From this vantage point they could see all the cloned houses and the network of roads that wound around and around, connecting identical street to identical street, past identical mailboxes in suburban bliss.  Roaring through the neighborhood, though, overtaking sensible mini-vans and screaming at top speed, were a squadron of police cars, sirens blaring.  From every direction they converged on the cul-de-sac.
Police officers climbed out of their cars, guns raised, and slowly began to surround the house as the kids looked on from their perch on the dry hillside.
“It’s time to go, Rom,” Farrell said.
“Do we really have to?” Rom asked as he reluctantly removed the Magic Eight Ball from his backpack.  He looked down at it and rolled it across his palm.  “I like it here.  It’s a good place to raise a family.  Nice and wholesome and…leafy…”
“Now, Rom!” Farrell yelled at him, right into his face.
“Fine!” Rom yelled back.  He held up the Magic Eight Ball and looked down at its small screen.  The message on it read Outlook Not So Good.  Rom reluctantly pushed his thumb down onto the screen.  It gave way like a button being pressed and suddenly their house EXPLODED!  It exploded into a giant fireball.  The police officers hit the ground and covered their heads as burning pieces of wood and insulation and, yes, pieces of the mother, fell around them.
Smoke drifted up the hillside as Farrell turned to Izzy and Rom.  He hadn’t even flinched when the house exploded and he wasn’t at all concerned about the chaos below --- the burning house, the panicked officers and the approaching fire trucks.  
“Izzy, we need a new house,” Farrell said to them.  “Rom, we need a new mom.”

Leigh Dunlap is the screenwriter behind the hit movie "A Cinderella Story" starring Hilary Duff. She also wrote "Spy Girls", based on the popular teen book series, for producer Lawrence Bender (Pulp Fiction, Good Will Hunting) and "Camp Rockaway" for Sony Pictures and producers Doug Wick and Lucy Fisher (Gladiator, Stuart Little). Her project "16-Love" starring Lindsey Shaw and Chandler Massey, recently finished principal photography. "Halifax" is Leigh's first novel and combines two of her favorite things to write about --- Science Fiction and Romance. Leigh is a graduate of the USC School of Cinema-Television and lives in London, when she can, with her husband and son.

You can visit her online at http://www.leigh-dunlap.com/

1 comment:

  1. Okay - WOW! That excerpt grabbed me when the 8-ball exploded! Halifax sounds beyond awesome, and I can't wait to grab a copy to read!! <3


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