Maria V. Snyder - Inside Out (Harlequin Teen)
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MARIA V. SNYDER
Inside Out surprised and touched me on so many levelsits a wonderful, thoughtful book full of vivid characters and a placeInsidethat is by turns alien and heartbreakingly familiar.
Rachel Caine, New York Times bestselling author
This is a book youll stay up late to finish.
Book Sense on Poison Study, October 2006 pick
The rare sequel to live up to the promise of its predecessor, Magic Study is a wonderful combination of romance and fantasy.
Audible.com, Editors Pick: Best of 2006 for Romance
Fans of high-spirited adventure, intrigue and romance will celebrate. Snyder delivers another excellent adventure.
Publishers Weekly on Fire Study
The second book in Snyders Glass series is a delight.
RT Book Reviews on Sea Glass
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, recommended read
Study series
POISON STUDY
MAGIC STUDY
FIRE STUDY
Glass series
STORM GLASS
SEA GLASS
Look for Maria V. Snyders next Glass novel
SPY GLASS
available
SEPTEMBER 2010
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.
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 couldnt quite grasp its significance. The pipes 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.
Cogons voice in full lecture mode echoed in my mind as the water rushed closer. Someday, Trella. Youll 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 to mingle with the lowly scrubs, your highness? A mocking bow.
Used to curses and hostile glares, I shrugged. The mass of people in the tight corridor jostled and pushed me along. Life in the lower two levels teamed with scrubs at all hours of the week. They moved from work to their barracks and back to work. We were called scrubs because rust and dust were the twin evils of Inside and must be kept at bay; however, scrubs also maintained the network of mechanical systems which kept both uppers and lowers alive.
The scrubs shoved. They frowned. They complained. I hated every one of them. Except Cog. No one hated Cog. He listened. Empathized with tales of misery. Made people smile. A rare occurrenceas rare as a person like Cogon.
I headed toward the cafeteria in Sector G2. It stayed open around the clock. As far as I could tell, Insides length and width equaled a square with four levels. All constructed with sheet metal. Overall measurements, by my calculationsfor reasons unknown Insides exact dimensions and specifications were classifiedwere two thousand meters wide by two thousand meters long by twenty-five meters high. Each level was divided into nine areas.
If I drew a square with two lines across and two lines down inside it, I would end up with nine smaller squares. The first rows three squares would be labeled A, B and C, the next row D, E and F, and the last row G, H and I. With this configuration, there were four Quadrants A, C, G and I, which were Insides corners, and five Sectors B, D, E, F and H. That was the basic map of each level. Boring, unoriginal, and predictable to say the least.
The cafeteria and dining room for the lower two levels encompassed all of Sector G2. The number two meant it was on the second level. Even a four-hundred-week-old scrub couldnt get lost. Hydroponics resided directly below in Sector G1the lowest levelmaking it easy for the food growers to send vegetables to the kitchen scrubs.
The hot, musty smell of people packed together greeted me at the cafeterias door as the noise of them slammed into me. I paused, deciding if eating was worth being in the same room with so many scrubs. My stomach growled, overruling my reluctance.
The line to get food remained perpetually long. I took a tray and waited, ignoring the stares. Most scrubs changed from their work clothes to wear the drab green off-duty jumpers before eating, but I was scheduled to scour an air duct at hour twenty. So I remained in my formfitting uniform. The slippery dark blue fabric covered every inch of skin except for my hands, feet and head. The material helped me slide through the tight heating ducts when I cleaned them. And I didnt care if I was the only person not wearing moccasins. My mocs were back at my bunk in Sector F1. With so many scrubs around to clean, the floor didnt even have a chance to become dirty.
Pushing my tray along the metal shelf, I pointed to what I wanted from three different choices. The big containers held either green-, yellow-or brown-colored slop, and they all smelled like moldy vegetables. The food was easy to prepare, easy to cook and best of all easy to reuse. I didnt even bother reading the names of the dishes. If the kitchen staff called it a casserole, a quiche, a stew or a soup, it all tasted the same. A pulpy, leafy spinach flavor dominated the other ingredients lurking in the recipe.
To be fair to the cooks, hydroponics didnt offer much in the way of variety. Mass production of the hardier vegetables had replaced diversity, and there was only so much a person can do with mutton. I didnt want to be fair, though. I just wanted something different to eat.
After being served, I found an empty seat, and let the discord of multiple conversations roll over me.
Whereve you been? a voice asked over the din. I looked up at Cogs broad face as he pressed into a seat next to mine.
Working, I said.
You were supposed to be done at hour ten.
I shrugged. Got to make sure the pipes are squeaky clean for the uppers.
Yeah. Like it would take you that long, Cog said. You were sleeping in the pipes again.
Dont start.
Youre going to get hurt
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