Last week, I finished off my first round of edits on my historical superhero work-in-progress Wayfarer. This book has been a wild roller coaster for the last couple of years I’ve been outlining and writing it. It was a tough one to write, mainly for personal reasons, but I had so much fun editing it.
As many of you will remember this is my “Spider-Man meets Charles Dickens” novel (not literally, that’s just the flavor of the story).
It’s about a country lad in 1820 England who ends up with more power and responsibility than he ever bargained for as he tries to save his sanity, his master, an orphaned pickpocket, and, oh yeah, the entirety of London–all while trying to find a way to get the earl’s strangely scientific-minded granddaughter to notice him. His name’s Will Hardy, and he’s kinda adorable and kinda hilarious–and I can’t wait to officially introduce you to him.
But that will have to wait awhile. Right now, the book is off to my critique partners for their ever-brilliant feedback, while I take a few weeks’ break and then move on to Dreamlander‘s sequel.
However, I am going to share the sneakiest of sneak peeks with you. Super Reader Benjamin Thomas suggested I share my top 5 favorite lines from Wayfarer, so here you go!
My 5 (Spoiler-Free) Favorite Snippets From Wayfarer
He raised an eyebrow to somewhere between challenging and teasing. “Had I known you weren’t a lady, miss, I wouldn’t have done you the honor of throwing myself at your feet, would I?”
She frowned. Trying to decide if she would put him in his place as a lady would be certain to?
“Well. You have done no harm, so we will say farewell, shall we?” The twitch of her mouth seemed amused, whether at him or her own failed ruse. “May I suggest the next time you believe you have encountered a lady, you spare yourself the bruises by throwing yourself at her with less enthusiasm?”
He risked a grin. “Don’t you suppose a lady might be worth a bruise or two?”
Her eyes widened, askance, of course. But if he made no mistake, the smile twitched her mouth again.
The push of the crowds brought him to a halt. He looked at Rose. “Consider this a hypothetical question.”
“Don’t ask me. I ain’t no physician, now am I?”
“What do you think Mr. Monarch would do if I said I’d my fill of the bargain?”
She raised her eyebrows. “Ah, and that’d be why you’d be wanting a doctor, aye?”
Head still spinning with the dizziness, Will glanced at the paper. Even with the banks all printing their own tender these days, this looked like no bank note he’d ever seen.
He shook his head. “How is it you figure to buy gin with that?”
“Same as any man. Put my note on the counter and keep me finger on the corner ’til I gets my change.”
With a growl, Rose thrust Will’s wrist from her. She stomped across the room to where a clothesline stretched between the corner of the hearth and the wall. She returned with a patched green silk shawl.
As she passed Will, she shook her head. “Went and sold yourself to the shop, didn’t you, cully?”
“Now.” Pish replaced the hat, licked his finger several times, and applied it to the pages until he found the one desired. “Tell us what has occurred here.”
“I told you.”
“Yes, yes. Girl in the street, saved the girl, overcame two flash coves.” Without raising his chin from his writing, he cast Will a questing glance. “Saved the valuables.” He finished writing with a flourish. “Now perhaps you can tell us how a gentleman from Soho Square comes to be off Charing Cross Road in the middle of the night—and without half his attire.”
Will opened his mouth, then closed it. The truth would never do. “It’s all rather . . . foggy.”
Pish grunted. “Well, ’tis London, isn’t it?”
Actually, in selecting these, I realized all my favorite bits were too spoiler-y to share this early. But that’s a teeny little taste to whet your tastebuds!