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These Vengeful Souls
Kelly Zekas & Tarun Shanker
(These Vicious Masks #3)
Published by: Swoon Reads
Publication date: February 20th 2018
Genres: Fantasy, Paranormal, Young Adult
England, 1883. On the run with the grieving Sebastian Braddock, Evelyn wants two things: to be reunited with her friends, and to get revenge on the evil Captain Goode. Not only has he misused his and Sebastian’s powers to rack up a terrible death toll, but he’s also completely destroyed any hope of Evelyn or her friends regaining the life they once knew.
Evelyn is determined to make Captain Goode pay for what he’s done, but is her revenge worth risking the lives of Sebastian and her friends? Or is it better to flee the city and focus on staying alive? And with the Captain spreading lies about Sebastian in an attempt to flush them out of hiding and turn the populace against them, does she even have a choice at all?
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These Vengeful Souls, Excerpt 4 – Page 153-154
The attic room was not hard to find. I just continued up until I could go no farther, and at the top of a narrow set of stairs was a small door.
When I gently pushed it open, my breath actually caught.
Illuminated by a circle of warmth from an oil lamp, Sebastian lay on a thin camp bed, his shirt slightly parted, his legs crossed at the ankles as he read a book, licking a finger as he flipped a page. From across the room, I could make out a slight stubble and a smudge of dark lashes.
He somehow managed to look terribly romantic, terribly tragic, and yet ready to leap into danger at any moment.
“Do you put effort into looking like that?” I called.
He looked up, fumbling as he almost dropped his book. Very correctly he came to his feet, only he misjudged the height of the ceiling and hit it with a solid smack.
He held the top of his head, wincing, and I hurried toward him before I could think.
Just before I reached out to touch him, his eyes flew open, panic swirling inside, and he stumbled back. “No!”
I stopped, feeling the faintly thicker air. So this was his power.
“Get back! Get back!” Sebastian was huddled as far from me as he could get, though he was eyeing the window in a way that had me thinking he would jump out if necessary. I fell back till ten feet of space lay between us.
“It’s all right; it’s all right,” I said, hoping my composure would help his. “I am perfectly well.”
“Stay there,” he commanded, his hand shaking as he clutched at his shirt. “For God’s sake, Evelyn—”
“I am fine!”
“You could have been killed.”
“Do not be so theatrical. I would have needed to stand there for twelve hours, and boredom would have taken me first.”
He groaned and half started a new sentence a few times before finally sighing. “Just . . . stay there.”
“I’m not moving.”
“I know, I just . . .”
“Sebastian. Get back to your bed. I won’t move. I promise.” I finally took pity on him.
Slowly, he inched back to the bed, and I gingerly sat on the dusty floor. A lash of pain flew up my injured arm as I tried to rearrange myself with one hand. I must not have concealed the pain well, for Sebastian was staring at me, frowning.
“How badly injured are you?”
“Nothing Rose couldn’t take care of.”
He slumped back. “He could have killed you.”
Tarun and Kelly met in a freshman year writing class at NYU and started writing These Vicious Masks a few years later.
Tarun is a writer living in Los Angeles whose idea of paradise consists of kung-fu movies, David Bowie and chai tea. Since completing his first horrible screenplay in high school, he’s written everything from one-act plays and film criticism to humor pieces and strongly-worded emails. He’s also magnetized, crushed and burned the hard drive where that first screenplay can be found.
Kelly is a writer and actor living in NYC. YA is her absolute favorite thing on earth other than cupcakes and she has spent many hours crying over fictional deaths. She also started reading Harlequin romances at a possibly too early age (12?), and still loves a good paperback romance.
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