Den norska bokbloggaren “Flukten fra virkeligheten” har varje söndag en rolig liten utmaning där man ska skriva ner en liten smakbit av boken man läser för tillfället. Jag läser just nu bland annat Trapped in Silver av Emily Sowden.

Handling:
Courage comes from a shadowed place in our hearts; a blurred line that straddles love and sheer stupidity. To seventeen-year-old Ava, wild woodcats, hungry stragglers, and simple-minded townsfolk are the evils she’s grown accustomed to. But when Ethan, an unusual man with eyes of smoke and fire opal, enters her world she quickly understands that there are worse things out there than drunken men and carnivorous forest creatures. She’s a specialised liar and a hell of a fighter, but against a group of animalistic men called Berserkers she struggles to survive the encounter as the desperate swing of a dagger is all it takes to change her life for good.

Half-dead and hunted by the Berserker’s leader when he forms a monstrous obsession with her, Ava escapes his pursuit in an unfamiliar land full of impossible creatures, unlikely allies, and the man she doesn’t know whether to kiss or kill. But after dreadful news of her missing brother surfaces, Ava becomes more involved in the centuries-long war and begins to unravel the reasons behind her relentless nightmares, discovering truths long-buried in a violent history of love, loss and betrayal.

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”Is the real answer so horrifying?” I asked, trying not to laugh again at the insanity of our conversation, ”afraid it’ll give me nightmares?” I turned my back to him then. ”Fine, I’ve no interest in your business but you’re not my husband. You can’t tell me what to do or where to go – even if you were.” I walked away, my strides matching the beat of my hammering heart.
”Ava-”
”See you at the next troublesome event.” I waved without looking back.
The front door slammed behind me. Outside, the weather had clouded over and, from what I could hear, Roan wasn’t home. Big surprise. I went to the sitting room, lit the candles and fell back against the chair thinking back to what I saw in the forest: a splash of red against the green. I shivered. They looked like eyes.