Ukens smakebit: The Last Echo

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Smakebiten denne uka kommer fra The Last Echo, den tredje boka Kimberly Dertings utrolig spennende Body Finder-serie. The Last Echo er, som de to forrige bøkene i serien, veldig vanskelig å legge fra seg, både når spenningen er på topp og i de roligere scenene. Smakebiten er fra side 87-88:

The moment was surreal, as Violet felt immediately detached from everyone around her. It was just her...and the boy. And the echoes - the imprints - that whispered to her.

One a haunting choir of voices, constant and eerie.

Simultaneously, candied apples, sweet and tart, licked across her tongue, making her mouth water. That was another.

And then there were the tattoos. She almost didn't notice what was so unusual about them at first. One seemed to blend with the next - those were the ones that were real, the ones that were visible to everyone, and not just to Violet. But she saw some of them move, shifting and slithering like black vines just beneath the boy's skin. They snaked in and around his permanent tattoos, the ink that would never move or change. They stopped now and then to form a new pattern or shape: interlocking circles, a rose, smokey swirls, a dagger dripping with blood.