Excerpts from Copper Blood

Copper Blood is going well. I have written another 15000 words and I love writing the story!

The books currently called Copper Blood, its set in a dystopian future and centres 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 p
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