SFFS: Snippet #3 from Ambasadora Book 1: Marked by Light

AMBASADORA Book 1: Marked By Light

DESCRIPTION: If everyone told you love wasn't real, would you still be willing to die for it?

Sara Mendoza is captured, tortured, and falsely accused of treason by the Embassy, but she is given a chance to win back her freedom. She only needs to charm information from one of the fragger leaders, then kill him. But by the time she figures out the Embassy's intel is flawed and that Sean Cryer is her true mark, she's already in love with him.

Sean knows why Sara is on his ship from the start, but as a lonely, anti-social doser, he doesn't value his life, only his ideology within the fragger organization. Against his better judgment, he becomes her protector, each day caring more about a future he was always afraid to hope for.

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SNIPPET #2

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SNIPPET #3:
Here Sara, David, and the others are trying to escape from Palomin during a battle. Sara is succumbing to her pain...

"This is faster acting." Yadira handed David an injector. He held it against Sara's neck. Its air-forced needle jabbed into her skin, delivering the entire dose at once. David helped her onto Yadira's board. Sara wrapped her arms around the tiny woman's waist. The boards moved out, and though the pace was excruciatingly slow due to their overload of cargo, Sara still had to close her eyes from time to time to quell her sickness.

Blasts of music alternated with the gunfire until they became part of the same composition. Exploding rockets echoed off the canyon walls and the hulls of burning ships. It was a cacophony of death, but also the birth scream of a new system, conceived in discontent and born naturally into the raw, naked glory of war.

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Comments

  1. Man, after GREENSHIFT I kind of forgot how heavy this was. Poor Sara. (And that last line is 10/10.)

    Great snippet.

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  2. Thanks, Miller.

    Yeah, AMBASADORA was dark and heavy. FRAGGER's shaping up to be that way, too.

    David and Mari really are the bright spots in this world....

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  3. I loved this scene. Heavy, yeah, but really loved the way Sara rose to the challenge She made her choice, knowing it wasn't really a choice at all. I was in tears by this point. With all-hell breaking loose around her, she carried her own private hell alone.

    Beautiful!

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  4. Thanks, JC. I cried many times writing this book. Glad it touched you.

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  5. I remember this scene, and remember cringing as Sara felt pain. The tension, the scenes of battle...Great stuff, thanks!!

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  6. Thanks, TK. I loved how they emerged into the battle as though separate from it, and that Sara didn't realize she was the catalyst for the whole thing.

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  7. Poetic word choices here...I love this story. :)

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  8. Ack! Close my eyes, close my eyes...haven't gotten to this point in the book yet. ;-)

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  9. I like the way here near-delerium blends with the scene.

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  10. I haven't reached this point in the book yet, and I fear that I will have to start the whole story over when I finally get a Kindle to allow me to read it while at work.

    Nevertheless, I like the snippet. I especially like the musical references in the second paragraph.

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  11. "It was a cacophony of death, but also the birth scream of a new system, conceived in discontent and born naturally into the raw, naked glory of war."

    Powerful stuff - great sense of action and imagery, while also conveying the emotional significance of the moment.

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  12. I can imagine a heavy metal track overlaying this, or maybe some manic trance to echo the choas.

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