“Okay. So what do you know? Impress me.”
“Is this a test?” I flick a challenging glance back at him as I skip up a few more steps, not annoyed at all, more amused.
He returns a smug look under dark hair. “Think of it as a pop quiz. See if you pass.”
“What do I get if I do?”
“Good marks. Maybe a gentle smirk from me.”
“‘Maybe’? I don’t perform for ‘maybe’.”
“You just want me to roll over and obey.”
His dark eyes flash up at me. “You might enjoy it.”
“I expect it.”
I originally had another meme planned for today to celebrate I, Ruin‘s release August 16th (a meme with the same text, but with an image of a guy with a knife) (UPDATE: I, Ruin is coming out April 10th, 2018. Pre-order here.), but I didn’t think anyone liked him because when I ran my ten memes through my core group and asked them to vote for four, no one voted for knife guy, so I created a new meme… but then one of my friends said “I always loved the knife guy”, and so I am putting him below before the blurb.
Also, for anyone who has stumbled upon this post unsuspecting and who wants to know what the freak I, Ruin is about, check the blurb below (after the knife-guy teaser) or the first chapter here.
Previous memes are at the end of this post, too (my personal fave is the one with the green text – and feel free to share them!). And if you like what you find here and want to sign up to my mailing list to be informed when the book is out, click here.
They left us writhing on our classroom floor, no breath, no scream, until feathers of vivid hues unfolded from our shoulders and whispered over our skin.
We staggered up, dazed and disoriented, but then our professor’s wings – they swarmed with spiders, and—
I left him dead on the sun-drenched floor.
Now I’m on the run with Lunar Adurian, the smirky guy who always watched me from scarred eyes, and I’m falling too hard. I need to keep it together, to wage an underground war against the Coalition, but inside I’m coming apart.
My father wants me to abandon my best friend. Lunar challenges my every step and questions my every act. I start making mistakes, and I’m struggling to hold everything in place: to hold my course, my beliefs, to hold myself—
To hold anything at all when my hands are slippery with blood.