Sanctuary by Pauline Creeden

BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Sanctuary
SERIES – Sanctuary
AUTHOR – Pauline Creeden
GENRE – YA Thriller/Science Fictio
n
PUBLICATION DATE – Sept 2013
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 268 pages
PUBLISHER – AltWit Press
COVER ARTIST – Najla Qamber

BOOK SYNOPSIS

First Place Winner of 2014 Gold Award Readers F
avorite YA Horror
First Place Winner of 2013 Dante Rosetti Award in Y
A Fiction

What if the Biblical End Times unfolded in a way no
one told you about and the rapture didn't happen b
efore the
tribulation began...

"Makes you afraid of the end times again." - D. M.
Dutcher for Sword Cross Rocket

"Sanctuary crosses boundaries and borders and incor
porates elements of all kinds of action and intrigu
e, from thriller-
like adventure to a post-apocalyptic tale of life a
fter aliens invade. Thus it will delight readers se
eking something truly
different, while disappointing those who anticipate
d a shallow, one-dimensional subject and story line
." - Midwest Book
Review

Left Behind for the Hunger Games generation

In a heart-racing thriller described as Falling Ski
es meet The Walking Dead, Jennie struggles to find
a safe place for what’s
left of her family. But it seems as though there is
no place sacred, no place secure. First the aliens
attacked the sun,
making it dimmer, weaker, and half what it used to
be. Then they attacked the water supply, killing on
e-third of Earth’s
population with a bitter contaminate. And when they
unleash a new terror on humankind, the victims wil
l wish for
death, but will not find it...

When the world shatters to pieces around her, will
Jennie find the strength she needs to keep going?</ div>

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EXCERPT

When Jennie reached the back door, she saw them. Fo
ur large dog-like creatures with pinched faces like
bulldogs and
lion-like manes. They snarled, and one of them leap
t at the window on the top half of the door when it
saw her.

Jennie jumped back and fell hard on the cold tile f
loor. The bottle of painkiller bounced across the k
itchen tiles. The
creature slammed against the window a second time,
cracking it. She blinked hard. Her heart sunk, and
the hairs on her
arms stood on end. A horrendous gargling howl rent
the air, causing a shiver down her spine. She held
her breath and
waited for the creature to slam into the door again
.

“What on earth?” she whispered to herself.

When the third attempt never came, she scrambled to
ward the door. Blinking hard, she used the door kno
b to help
herself stand. Out the cracked window, her mother w
as still out of sight, but the last of the dogs hea
ded across the field
behind her backyard.

“MOM?” Jennie called out.

The rumbling faded, and the vibrations in her chest
receded with the dogs. She pulled open the door an
d rushed onto
their back deck. “Mom, where are you?”

When she reached the banister, she looked over the
side. Her mom lay sprawled with one hand on the lat
tice. Blood
gushed from Mom’s leg and her opposite arm. Jennie’
s ears rang and flooded with every beat of her hear
t.

Jennie didn’t know how she got to the second floor
of her house, but she found herself shaking her sle
eping father. How
had he slept through the rumbling? “Outside, it’s M
om...”

Her father leapt from the bed. Mickey, her little b
rother, lay asleep and undisturbed. Dad ran down th
e stairs and outside
in his flannel pajama bottoms and white t-shirt. He
scooped Mom up to his chest and carried her inside
. Blood stained his
shirt in crimson.

“Jennie, call 911!” Her father had said it at least
three times before it finally registered in her br
ain.

She pulled the cell phone from her pocket, but it r
efused to connect. With a groan, she grabbed the co
rdless from the
wall receiver, glad her heart stopped pounding in h
er head so she could hear.

“All operators are busy at this time,” a mechanical
voice deadpanned, “Please stay on the line, and th
e next available
operator will take your call.”

“They have me on hold, Dad. Should I hang up and tr
y again?” She held the phone in both hands away fro
m her
face.

“No, just stay on the line.” Her father lifted the
shredded jeans from Mom’s leg. “It looks like a sha
rk bite. What on earth
happened?”

Jennie took in the damage through tear-filled eyes.
A huge chunk was taken from her mother’s calf, exp
osing the fibrous
tendons that covered the bone in her leg. A bloodst
ain grew on the beige couch. Was she going to die?
Panic rose
up.

“What happened, Jennie?”

“I...I...They looked like lions, or dogs, or someth
ing. The rumbling shook the whole house...I tried to
go outside to get
Mom, but—” A sob blocked her throat.

Her father grabbed a throw pillow and held it again
st the leg. Mom’s exposed forearm laid across her c
hest in much the
same condition as her calf.

“Grab me the duct tape.”

Jennie suddenly remembered the phone, put it back t
o her ear, and headed to the hall closet. She reach
ed for the shelf
above the jackets and grabbed the junk basket next
to the toolbox.

“Please stay on the line. An operator will be with
you shortly.”

She shoved the phone in the crook of her neck and f
ished through the box. Half the contents dropped ar
ound her feet.
Who cares? When her fingers wrapped around the silv
er duct tape, a short-lived relief sent prickles do
wn her arms. But
the urgency gripped her chest in less than a heart
beat, and she threw the junk basket on the ground w
ith the rest of the
items.

“Hurry, Jennie!” her father called from the living
room. “And turn on the TV. Maybe they’ll have somet
hing about what’s
going on.”

She handed her father the tape and turned toward th
e TV. The mechanical voice on the phone came throug
h again,
followed by more easy listening.

When she clicked on the TV, the shouting and wailin
g began before the picture warmed up on the screen.
A sideways
picture of New York City broke through, with the sh
aky voice of the newscaster voicing over.

“What we are watching now – I can’t believe it – is
live footage of Times Square,” the newscaster’s vo
ice paused for a
deep breath. “We’ve lost our man on the scene and h
is camera man to what appears to be some kind of ne
w alien
creature. Just a short half-hour ago, the doors to
the ship that hovered above Central Park opened and
these dog-like
creatures flooded out.”

Jennie couldn’t pull her eyes from the screen. She
straightened and dropped the phone on the hardwood.
The battery
popped out and skidded across the floor.

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AUTHOR BIO< /span>

Pauline Creeden is an award-winning author, horse t
rainer, and overall book ninja. She becomes the mai
n character in
each of her stories, and because she has ADD, she w
ill get bored if she pretends to be one person for
too long.

Armored Hearts, her joint effort with author Meliss
a Turner Lee, has been a #1 Bestseller in Christian
Fantasy and been
awarded the Crowned Heart for Excellence by InDtale
Magazine. Her debut novel, Sanctuary, won 1st Plac
e Christian YA
Title 2013 Dante Rosetti Award and 2014 Gold Award
for First Place YA Horror Novel.

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