Welcome to my post for the Forty Days Book Blitz. I have an excerpt and two giveaway-one for the book and one for $20. But first, let me introduce the book:
The entire village knows Neima’s grandfather is a madman. For years the old man has prophesied that a great flood is coming, a flood disastrous enough to blot out the entire earth. He’s even built an enormous ark that he claims will allow his family to survive the deluge. But no one believes the ravings of a lunatic…
…until the rain starts. And doesn’t stop. Soon sixteen-year-old Neima finds her entire world transformed, her life and those of the people she loves in peril. Trapped on the ark with her grandfather Noah, the rest of her family, and a noisy, filthy, and hungry assortment of wild animals, will Neima find a way to survive?
With lions, tigers, and bears oh my, elephants and flamingos too, along with rivalries and betrayals, a mysterious stowaway, and perhaps even an unexpected romance, FORTY DAYS is not your grandfather’s Noah’s Ark story.
FORTY DAYS is approximately 45000 words, the length of a shorter novel, and is the first installment in a two-part epic story. It does contain a cliffhanger ending.
Readers looking for a traditional, religiously oriented version of the Noah’s Ark story should be warned that FORTY DAYS may not appeal to them. The novel will, however, appeal to lovers of apocalyptic fiction, historical fiction, and romance, as well as anyone who’s ever dreamed of having a baby elephant as a pet.
And, now for the excerpt:
__________________________________________________________________Mouths are moving, people must be screaming, the trembling goats beside me must be
squealing, but the only sounds left in the world are the crash of water and wind and the boom
of thunder. I urge the goats forward, but as soon as they find their footing they slip again, and
I do as well. It takes all my attention just to make some slow progress toward the ark, dragging
the goats behind me, and I have to narrow my eyes against the increasingly sharp barbs of the
raindrops. So I don’t even try to see what’s going on with my father and Noah, Munzir and the
ruined fire. And I don’t see the shape approaching me as I stumble onward, till I’m only a few
steps from the ark’s open doors—
—and a cold, wet hand grabs my arm.
It’s Jorin, his eyes wide and his lips moving furiously, though I can’t make out a single
word. I try to pull away from him and he just comes closer, his mouth moving even faster; every
minute facet of his expression beseeches me to listen, to understand. I’m doing my best to hold
on to my anger against him, but it’s slipping away, a mere gust of hot air that means nothing as
the world breaks into pieces around us. And then I no longer care what he’s saying; I only want
to tell him: Go back, now, while you can still cross the river. I hope your home is strong. Stay
I must be speaking aloud, for Jorin’s lips have stopped moving and he’s leaning even
closer, as though he can pluck my words out of the wind. Then a hand grabs my other arm—
Father. He takes the goats’ tethers from me and pulls me away from Jorin, into the ark. And I
The author is hosting a $20 giveaway on her site. To enter, go here.
As for my giveaway, up for grabs is an e-book copy of Forty Days. Open until March 1.
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