Excerpts from Copper Blood, a book by David Beck.

Copper Blood is going well. I have written another 25000 words and I’m loving writing the story!

The books cur­rent­ly called Cop­per Blood, its set in a dystopi­an future and cen­ters around a spe­cial 17-year-old called Sam who has spent his whole life in a self-con­tained board­ing school called the Eden Acad­e­my. Sam has to sink or swim when he’s forced out of his school by a ter­ror­ist attack on the build­ing. Sam explores this strange new world where the gap between the rich and the poor is huge; where glob­al gov­er­nance has bro­ken down and where a secret war waged in the shad­ows. Sam also has a secret that could cost him his life.

I’m aim­ing for about 90,000 to 110,000 words, Here are some ear­ly excerpts:

Sam wasn’t sure if he was dream­ing… he didn’t even know if he was awake, but he did know some­thing… or some­one was at the door. His heart thumped in his chest and his body froze in ter­ror. His eyes were eyes wide with fear as he stared at the door. Did he hear a knock or did he dream it? Images of the cyborgs were still run­ning through his head. Sam remem­bered the sub­dued fear Mr Mor­ris had tried to hide and that strange lady he had seen in the cor­ri­dor, could it be her at the door? Anoth­er three loud knocks rang through the door. Sam knew for sure some­one was there now.”

Sam turned off the light and laid back on the bed. Sleep didn’t find him as quick­ly this time after his night­mare. He won­dered who the lady in the cor­ri­dor was who peeked through the crack in her door. He felt sure that she had turned her light off ear­li­er when he and Mor­ris were being escort­ed home by that androg­y­nous cyborg. A ter­ri­fy­ing rev­e­la­tion sud­den­ly dawned on him that made the hairs on his neck stand on end, the light Sam had seen flick­er off ear­li­er was his light! He recount­ed the win­dows in his mind, his was the third win­dow on the third floor… his room. Some­one else; apart from Mr Mor­ris must have a key. Sam won­dered if he was safe; would this elu­sive per­son return when he was sleep­ing? He looked over at the steel table behind the door, it was lay­ing on its side and had been bolt­ed down; shot­gun shells at its base. Was some­one look­ing for the room’s for­mer occu­pant?”.

It’s still ear­ly days, but I’m start­ing to care about what hap­pens to these char­ac­ters.

Thank you for read­ing. Do you have an idea or a com­ment? I would love to hear from you on the con­tact page.

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