Hello hello and welcome or welcome back to my little bookish corner of the internet. Today is my stop on Zooloo’s Book Tours tour for The Ice Maiden by Jane Badrock, and I’ll be sharing an extract from this ice cold mystery. Here’s the synopsis:
Who is Maddie?
If she doesn’t find out…she’ll die.
Tormented by visions of a woman’s death, maths student Maddie’s search for answers leads her to question her own origins and puts her life in danger.
Who’s trying to kill her?
It’s the most critical problem she’ll ever have to solve…
And she’s only got three weeks.
‘My aunt’s coming over.’
‘Good. You need someone to be with you. When will she get here?’
‘She’s getting a flight at ten their time. That’s three a.m. here. Then it’s an eight-hour flight, say another couple to get to the hospital… around one with any luck.’
‘What’s she like?’
Loren’s good at conversation, not like Sophie. She’d run a mile from this.
‘Aunt Celia? Oh, she’s great fun.’ And, I remember. ‘The black sheep of the family Mum calls her. She was only my age when she went to America.’
‘Perfect. Try not to worry Maddie. Your mum might be fine. I know it sounds bad but sometimes they tell you the worst so as not to raise your expectations.’
‘I hope you’re right.’
Is she patronising me? She’s at least a year younger but then again, I can be immature at times.
‘Poor thing. Have you eaten?’
I’m being mean. She is a caring person and I am feeling miserable.
‘I’m a vegetarian.’
‘I eat anything.’
‘Lucky I went shopping then.’ She smiles.
Before long we’re happily munching pizza.
‘Why maths?’ she asks.
‘I simply loved numbers. While the other kids were playing in sandpits, I was counting things.’
‘I was watching the other kids play in sandpits.’
‘No, I’m joking. I was playing in them. It was my family who drove me to study it. Middle child syndrome.’
‘I always wanted a brother or sister,’
Did I? Always? It would be good to have someone else with me now.
Jane writes novels, short stories and poems, usually with a good dose of humour in them. She’s
probably owes it all to her late grandmother who, she’s just found out, also wrote short stories
and poems. She tends to get an idea and then run with it whether it be a 100 word short story or
an 80 thousand word novel. It all depends on the voices in her head at the time…
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