Today I’m excited to be joining Love Books Tours in shining a spotlight on Marcus Lee’s upcoming book, The Mountain of Souls.
When Malina is sold at an auction block, she expects life will take a turn for the worse.
But even her darkest nightmares are nothing compared to the reality of what she faces when she’s delivered to the Mountain of Souls.
Thrust into a brutal selection process where failure means death, Malina must train and fight not only to survive, but to prove herself worthy to serve.
The risks are deadly, but if she succeeds, the rewards are beyond measure, and a destiny unlike any other awaits as a Chosen.
I am lucky to be able to share an excerpt below. Check it out!
The grinding gears screech louder, and the floor retracts faster. The largest boys have claimed the loops in each corner of the room, securing their safety. They bully everyone else away, fists pummel those who are too slow to move. Only the strong will survive, the law of the streets.
The distance between the floor and the central straps widens, and a small girl gathers her courage and leaps. She doesn’t make it. With a gag tied firmly around her mouth, she can’t even scream as she disappears, arms and legs flailing, to be swallowed whole by the darkness.
My tears follow, falling into the depths along with others from those now hanging around me.
There are only two straps left vacant in the middle of the ceiling, and a further two girls run and jump. Thankfully, they make the distance and hang on, knuckles white, swinging backwards and forwards like ripe fruit.
The smell of fresh faeces fills the air, nauseating, overtaking the smell of rotting flesh.
I want to vomit in fear and disgust at the smell, but know that if I do, the gag will cause me to choke, so I swallow the reflex down.
All the loops are now taken, yet two boys and three girls are still pressed tight against the walls, the edge of the floor mere inches from their toes. They try to dig their fingers into the wood, desperate to find a purchase.
Now I realise where the hundreds of scratches have come from.
The two boys look around desperately. Having failed to secure the corner loops, they now eye those of us dangling from the middle of the ceiling.
I guess what’s going through their minds.