This is a weekly bloghop hosted by Freda’s Voice.
RULES:
Grab a book, any book.
Turn to Page 56 or 56% on your ereader. If you have to improvise, that is okay.
Find a snippet, short and sweet.
Post it.
from 56% of:
Mikka traced the outlines of the cell’s flooring tiles with her index finger. The guards had placed her in a chamber set apart from the other cells, down a long hallway and a further flight of stairs. Mikka suspected this cell was reserved for the most heinous of offenders, or those who had pissed the Front off the most.
Though it was dark and isolated, she knew it couldn’t possibly be their worst cell—she still had all her fingers. She could still breathe, and she had been there for hours, so oxygen levels must have been at least somewhat close to normal.
At least they had the decency to take the handcuffs off.
There was no chair or bench to sit on, so Mikka had resigned herself to the floor. Even the Front’s prison cells were more polished and in better condition than anything in the Tubes.
My thanks to Escapist Book Tours for the invitation to participate in this tour and the materials (including the novel) they provided. The opinions expressed by me are honest and my own.
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