Fiction Fest: Don’t be blue, take a free peek at R.C. Hancock’s ‘An Uncommon Blue’

Uncommon-Blue_9781462114887Imagine a world where the color of your palm determined your social status. Such is the world that debut author R.C. Hancock has dreamed up in “An Uncommon Blue,” which is slated for a Dec. 9 release.

Here’s more about the book: In the society described above, Bruno goes from favored to fugitive when he kills a Royal Guard to save a boy’s life. If he wants to survive, Bruno has to learn to accept the lower colors. A thrilling blend of fantasy and adventure perfect for readers everywhere.

“An Uncommon Blue” will be available in bookstores and from online retailers once it’s released. You can also pre-order the book from online retailers right now.

EXCERPT:

From the author: This scene takes place on Blue Campus, a school for Blues on the Island of Telesphore on the world of Port. (Which is about a quarter the size of Earth.) Everyone on Telesphore has a glowing “fire” in their right hand that is used to classify them into the caste system. Even among Blues, Bruno is popular and well off. Only a random encounter with a forward female could throw him off balance…

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THERE ARE THREE unspoken rules in high school rugby:

  1. Your team members are family.
  2. You support your family.
  3. This support must be shown periodically with an affectionate slap on the backside.

After four years as the starting right winger, I had almost gotten used to this.

Almost. At least I no longer felt the urge to bloody my teammate’s nose when they tried it. But in the middle of the hall? No way. During school hours, my glutes were off limits.

I whirled around to explain this to whichever of my idiotic team members was behind me, only to find myself face- to-face with the cutest girl in the senior class.

“Hey, Bruno,” Drea said with a smirk. “Ready for the test?”

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

Even with the spiky red hair, Drea was stunning. Before last summer she’d often been mistaken for a boy. But that all ended when puberty hit. With both fists.

I recovered from my embarrassment enough to nod.

She leaned against the lockers. Her face reflected the light from her blue palm as she twisted an earring. “History should be a breeze compared to pre-calc. I wanted to stab myself in the eye when I got to that section on antiderivatives.”

I grunted and fumbled with my combination.

Without warning she came up close and spoke in a whisper. Her hair smelled like coconut. “I know someone who likes you. If you hurry up with that lock, we might have time to talk before the final.”

I cleared my throat. Why couldn’t she just tell me now? But Drea was already skipping down the hallway toward the exit.

Drea Delauney was the only person who could catch me off guard like that. It wasn’t like I had a crush on her. I didn’t. She was just so . . . random.

I went to work on my combination and hoped no one had seen me acting like a brain trauma patient.

As annoyed as I was at being groped in public, I found myself shoving my books in my locker and jogging after her. This was the last test before classifications. If I didn’t find out who liked me beforehand, it would be seriously distracting.

One thought on “Fiction Fest: Don’t be blue, take a free peek at R.C. Hancock’s ‘An Uncommon Blue’

  • December 3, 2014 at 8:25 am
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    What an amazing first two pages!! Who do I have to kill to get the rest of it?!!

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