Wednesday, April 1, 2015

BOOK BLITZ [Excerpt + Giveaway] Grit of Berth and Stone by Lisa Dunn


Grit of Berth and Stone
by Lisa Dunn 
Release Date: 03/17/15
Anaiah Press
256 pages

Summary from Goodreads:
Banished for a foolish mistake, sixteen-year-old Grit of Berth and Stone scorns the loss of her home, her honor, and her only ally. Only the weak worry about such things.

But war is brewing all across Chasmaria, and as a group of rebels pull Grit into their ranks, she begins to question what strength, courage, and honor really look like. When faced with a horrible truth about herself, Grit must either fight her way back to Thresh or live with the blood of the innocent on her hands.


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At midday on the twenty-first day, Grit came upon a promontory. A narrow strip of land jutted into the sea, rising high above the water. Grit weighed her options and decided to go over the small peninsula. Climbing at an angle, she headed for the lowest point, where the slope appeared least severe. After several falls and a few scrapes against the rocky earth, she reached the top.
She stood a moment, aching hands resting on her hips. Trees covered the promontory, the late afternoon light filtering through their leaves. A gentle breeze swelled from the sea to brush against Grits sweaty face, and soft grass stretched from the edge of the trees to cushion her blistered feet. Grit took a deep breath and inhaled that warm, evocative fragrance unique to the sea.
But there is something else, too. Something in this air smells not of earth and sea, but of food and of... of... of something almost familiar, if only I could place it.
She entered the forest slowly, all senses on alert. The sweet fragrance filled her nostrils, accentuating the emptiness of her stomach even as the colors around her seemed to brighten. The air blew warm and gentle across her skin, tickling the hairs on her arms. As she drew nearer to the source of the fragrance, her mouth watered and her insides ached. Breathing in the irresistible air, she half believed she might gain sustenance from the fragrance alone.
This food, for surely it was food, was like nothing shed ever smelled before, fuller and more satisfying than anything shed known in Thresh, with a hint of that one familiar thing she couldnt quite remember. She pressed on, determined to discover the source of the fragrance and satisfy her hunger through trade or treachery. As she possessed little, and none of it of any value, she wrapped her hand around her daggers hilt and made her way through the trees.
The delicate aroma grew to enfold Grit, so that she could not turn without catching its sweetness, and she noted another odd sensation. A bubbly chatter, similar to the sounds the chickens made but higher and lighter and full of something she couldnt describe, beckoned to her. She inched forward, following both fragrance and sound. Entering a small clearing in the woods, she stopped, blinking at the sight before her.
A man who appeared to be somewhere in his late twenties rose from a magnificent chair at the head of a table spread with every savory dish Grit could imagine, and many delicacies she couldnt begin to describe. He opened his arms to welcome her.
“Grit, at last you arrive! Ive been waiting for you.”






About the Author
As a child, Lisa Dunn fell asleep to her father’s fanciful bedtime tales and played with her own story ideas during the daylight hours. She now resides in a small southern town with her husband, four children, and an ever-changing assortment of pets. Local librarians habitually thank her for their job security.







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