Category: The Friday 56 Page 1 of 15

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:

Eclipse by Herman Steuernagel

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.

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.

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The Frugal Wizard’s Handbook for Surviving Medieval England by Brandon Sanderson<

GUARANTEE ONE
Your dimension will have an island of Great Britain populated by a society of humans who work steel, but have not yet discovered gunpowder. They will have a functional society and culture that roughly equates to the Late Classical, Early Medieval, or Late Medieval (pre-gunpowder) Earth time period.

GUARANTEE TWO
The people of Great Britain will speak a language that is intelligible to modern English speakers. We chose our dimensional band specifically for this reason!

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.

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The Eternity Fund by Liz Monument

They weren’t there. We passed over the Klone Zone, and the rows of windowless warehouses that force-grew veg. They slid away beneath us, grey anonymous blocks identical to every other in the district save for the neon leaves that identified their roof apexes. I’d heard tell the lights inside were so intensive that the vegetables grew six times faster than in real daylight. The catch was their adverse effect on human tissue. The non-robotic staff had bleached hands, white-filmed eyes and untreatable skin rashes. And that was only on the outside.

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.

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Stray Ally by Troy Lambert

The shovel in his hands, the white sheet folded up onto the top of his head. The gallows.

The grave behind him. The Lieutenant’s arm around his shoulder.

The camp sign in the next picture. Todd Clarke in the background, watching. He picked up the phone, then thought better of it. Pay phones had become nearly impossible to find. Time to go buy a prepaid cell and make some calls.

This would be the last time, no matter what. Of course, that’s what he’d said the last time.

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 Page 56 of:

The Worst We Can Find: MST3K, RiffTrax, and the History of Heckling at the Movies by Dale Sherman

Who could turn away from a movie with a title like They Saved Hitler’s Brain in hopes of seeing Hitler’s brain at some point? (It paid off, as you got to see his whole head in that one.) As much as everyone ridiculed Plan Nine from Outer Space, who among us wasn’t somehow charmed by the oddball dialogue? (“The saucers are up there. And the cemetery’s out there. But I’ll be locked up in there.”) Who could forget sitting through the Japanese monster movie without monsters, Attack of the Mushroom People, and yet be stunned by the downer ending?

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 Page 56 of:

Killing Me by Michelle Gagnon

“Here you go.” The kid slid the box across the count handed me a huge collector’s mug. “I gave you the SpongeBob one.”

I put a hand to my chest. “SpongeBob’s my favorite!”

“Mine too.” His face had gone so red it practically matched his polyester uniform.

I slid my carefully folded twenty across the counter, “I’ve only got a hundred, can you break it?”

“Um, sure. I got enough.” He was already pushing buttons on the register.

“So how long have you worked here?” I asked. “I haven’t seen you before.”

“Yeah, I just started a few weeks ago.”

“Lucky me.”