Inside Out. Maria Snyder V.
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Praise for New York Times bestselling author
MARIA V.
SNYDER
“Inside Out surprised and touched me on so many levels. It’s a wonderful, thoughtful book full of vivid characters and a place—Inside—that is by turn alien and heart- breakingly familiar. Maria V. Snyder is one of my favourite authors, and she’s done it again!”
—New York Times bestselling author Rachel Caine
“This is one of those rare books that will keep readers
dreaming long after they’ve read it.”
—Publishers Weekly, starred review, on Poison Study
“This rare sequel to live up to the promise of its
predecessor, Magic Study is a wonderful combination of romance and fantasy.”
—Audible.com Editor’s Pick
“Snyder delivers another excellent adventure, deftly
balancing international and local hostilities against
Yelena’s personal struggles.”
—Publishers Weekly on Fire Study
“With new magic and new people introduced in
Storm Glass, Ms Snyder has a fertile new landscape to mine for us. I cannot wait.”
—Fallen Angel Reviews, a Recommended Read
“A compelling new fantasy series.”
—SFX magazine on Sea Glass
inside
OUT
MARIA V. SNYDER
All the characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all the incidents are pure invention.
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Published in Great Britain 2009.
MIRA Books, Eton House, 18-24 Paradise Road,
Richmond, Surrey, TW9 1SR
© Maria V. Snyder 2010
ISBN: 978-1-408-92914-8
Version: 2018-01-23
To my niece, Amy Snyder, for your willingness to read my first
manuscript. Your enthusiasm for my stories sparked the idea
that I could write for a younger generation.
In loving memory of my grandmother, Mary Salvatori, and my best friend Hazel
Acknowledgements
My thank yous always start with my husband, Rodney. His support is critical to my writing and essential when I'm flying all over the place to attend book events. My children, Luke and Jenna, also get a thank you for inspiring me and for not making me feel too guilty when I'm running around for my other job.
The entire story for this book came to me in a dream, including characters, plot twists and ending. That hadn't happened to me before and hasn't since. However, dream novels still need to be written, and I’d like to thank a group of Seton Hill University critiquers who looked at the first chapter and said, "You may have something here."
Thanks to Dr. Michael Arnzen, Venessa Giunta, Johanna Gribble, Sara Lyon, Kathryn Martin, Heidi Ruby Miller, Darren Moore, Sabrina Naples, Rachael Pruitt and Shara Saunsaucie.
A special thank you to the original Tricky (the good one), Mike Mehalek, who came up with the cool title!
A big thank you to those who read the first draft and helped with revisions–my editor Mary Theresa Hussey, my agent Robert Mecoy, my critique partner Kimberly Howe, and Elizabeth Mazer. Also to all those at MIRA who helped the book along the way (too many to count, let alone list), thank you all so much! The cover is dead on perfect–a heartfelt thanks to the art department and all the talented artists and designers who helped with the cover.
No acknowledgements are ever complete without thanking my mounting army of Book Commandos. They are spreading the word about my books in bookstores, in book groups, in libraries, in line at the grocery stores, throughout their families and online. You guys rock! A special thank you for those who went that extra mile: Amberkatze, Lorri Amsden, Deborah Beamer, Linda Childs, Allison Leigh Davis, Michelle Deschene-Warren, David Hankerson, Michelle Haring, Kristy Kalin, Lexie, Holly Nelson, Lora Negrito, Rosemary Potter, Lee Ann Ray, Christina Russo, Rachel Smith, Michelle Staffa, Jenny Sweedler and Diana Teeter. Trella will want to recruit you all to the Force of Sheep.
1
A VIBRATION RIPPLED THROUGH MY BODY.
I awoke in semi-darkness, unsure of my location. Reaching out with my hands, I felt smooth sides arching up and in. My fingers touched overhead. Pipe.
A distant roar caused unease, but with sleep fogging my mind, I couldn’t quite grasp its significance. The pipe’s vibrations increased as the thunder grew louder. Water. Coming toward me. Fast.
I scrambled in the narrow space. My bare feet slipped on the sleek surface of the pipe as I advanced toward a faint square of bluelight emanating from the open hatch. It seemed an impossible distance to reach.
Cogon’s voice in full lecture mode echoed in my mind as the water rushed closer. “Someday, Trella. You’ll screw up and there will be bits of you raining out of the showers.”
I reached the hatch and dove headfirst through the opening, convinced the water rushed at my heels. Landing on the hard floor, I shot to my feet and slammed the door shut. When I finished sealing the hatch, the whole pipe shuddered, then the vibrations calmed as the water returned to its normal flow. The metal cooled under my fingers, and I leaned my sweaty forehead against it, catching my breath.
That was close. Soft bluelight glowed all around the water-filtering machinery. Hour eighteen: I knew by the rush of water. The upper workers adhered to a strict schedule.
I checked my tool belt to make sure nothing was broken and my flashlight still worked. Then I climbed from the ductwork and made my way to level two by taking a shortcut through an air conduit. Traveling through the pipes and air shafts, I avoided seeing my fellow scrubs. But my peace and quiet ended too soon as I opened the vent, swung down and landed in the middle of a crowded corridor, scattering scrubs.
Someone knocked into me. “Watch it!”
“Come