Frequency by Christopher Krovatin [Excerpt + Giveaway]
Excerpt
“Oh my God,” said Horace, leaping off the bed and rushing after his friends. Fiona followed him, the bottom of her stomach sinking deeper with every wide-eyed partier she passed.
“Holy shit, this is insane,” screamed Horace as they blasted out into the night air. Fiona was inclined to agree—the party had lost its collective mind. Gone were the drunk conversations and bopping couples; instead, the entire backyard was moving to the sultry, grinding rhythms that permeated the air. People swayed, stomped, caressed, spasmed, grinded (ground?), popped, locked, leaped, and screamed. A haze of steam rose from the writhing masses, sweaty and overactive as they were. Fiona spotted Rita, eyes half open and hair mussed, moving her body sinuously against Dave Hettenberg, a lacrosse player whose hands clutched her wantonly.
As they pushed through the throng, Caroline pointed, ecstatic. “There he is!”
Fiona froze. The crowds disappeared. The music faded away.
There he was.
1 comments
Interesting cover. I wonder what he wants revenge for.
ReplyDeletesherry @ fundinmental