This is the first page of Marcy's YA magical realism novel, LONG WAY HOME. I'm not going to critique it. (Marcy's already heard what I have to say, since we're critique partners.) But I can't wait to hear what all you brilliant blog followers think about it!
PART ONE
Once, I fell
I remember falling.
I remember reaching out for something to grab hold of, anything, anything at all. But there was nothing but blue sky and air.
What I don’t remember is who pushed me. Or why.
I look up and all I can see is a big sky full of stars and the moon not quite full and the cliff above me, a massive perpendicular shadow rising. It’s dark now.
And I’m in the desert below.
My eyes adjust to the light – or rather lack of – and as I sit up I can see the sage and cacti, dark shapes I recognize by their outline and …and the pictures Max showed me.
My head throbs, a sharp relentless stabbing. I reach up to rub where it hurts and feel the wetness there, know when I bring my fingers away that they are bloody. My body aches hard, like someone threw me against that canyon wall until…
I look up to the place I fell from, a black outline against the starry sky.
I should be dead.
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