ARC Madness Giveaway Entries

Here are the entries I've received for the ARC Madness Giveaway on my blog! (jnkhoury.blogspot.com) The Giveaway ran May 21-25, 2012. Winners will be chosen by…
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a bird sitting on top of a waterfall
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Forty-nine years he traveled, over stone, under mountain. His feet are scalded from hot desert sands. His flesh is scarred from ice. Forty-nine years of trials and setbacks, pain and doubt. He danced with death more times than he could count and now--here he stands, wind clutching at his tattered robes, on the Edge of the World. He stares out at the void, breathes deeply of the air at the End of the Earth. His mind unfolds and takes it all in and... "Meh," he says at last, "I've seen better."
a woman is standing next to a horse and posing for the camera with it's hood up
Джейн Эйр
She looked back at me, and my breath snagged in my throat. I curled my fingers tightly, protecting the still-throbbing spot on my palm where her lips had touched my skin. She had meant it kindly, as a gesture of gratitude, but I could feel the poison beginning to spread through my veins. I would have given my fortune, my life, to make her stay. For a moment, I hoped. In one week, I will return, she promised me. But I knew as the pain spread up my arm that I would never see my Belle again.
a woman in a dress on fire with her hand up to the sky and clouds behind her
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What I remember most is the intense burning. It started as a smolder, just a tickling of heat, but grew so intense that I felt as though I would be entirely consumed by flames, destroyed in my attempts. Still, I pushed on, clawing my way from the lava, doing everything in my power to ignore the pain. It was worth it, so unbelievably worth it to escape my Netherworld prison and to finally breathe the clean air of the surface.
a painting of a man and a cat in the woods
You can take nothing from me; only shimmering hills of stone and rock, fiery commotions of predators and preys, blinding streams of water and light. There is nothing I will do to surrender. I fight to taste the water, to resist the beast. There is a branch—it is flimsy and conspicuous and worthless. The tree from which the branch soars, it is thunder protruding flakes of lightning and death. You cannot stop me; nothing you may do will rob me of my land: I am the tree, and you are the branch.
an alley way with stone walls and cobblestone flooring in black and white
Her heart leapt as she saw the light emanating from ahead, igniting a burst of energy in her tired feet. She’d walked through the dark, dank corridor for hours, unsure how far she’d gone, where it was headed, or what was waiting at the end. The deal ensured she wouldn’t be killed, but the one thing she’d learned the last week was that death was not the worst outcome. Sometimes, it was merciful. Almost favorable. But this was the chance she would take. She had to. The world depended on it.
two people running in the fog on a beach
Come & Go
I feel them at our heels, closing in on us through the fog. Felix looks back at me. Without me he could get away, he could run faster, escape. And I know what I have to do. “Go alone,” I say. I want him safe. I want one of us to survive this war. “No, I’m not leaving you.” His eyes say that we can still make it to the place we dream about, where there are no Nazis, where people live free. He holds out his hand to me. “I don’t want it alone.” I grab hold, lace his fingers in mine, and we r
a field full of purple flowers with the sun setting in the background
This place must be real—I could certainly never imagine it. Yet, how could it be? The world is made of grime and hunger, parsimony and pain. What kind of place exists without them? They are the foundation and the roof, the stone and the timber, the nails and the glue. There is nothing else holding us all together. My eyes wander across the brittle beauty and my stomach clenches. This place is a horror—rouged and painted to hide the lack of true beauty—and I want to burn it.
two women standing in front of a window brushing each other's long red hair
*~ flights of fancy ~*
Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven. She was weak, but I still loved her. Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. I would never be that weak. Throwing away everything on love. Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three. I sneered behind her back as I stroked her hair with the brush. Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six. As if there were such a thing as true love. Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty. I would never let someone so close to me that they could destroy me... like they did her.
an old castle sits on top of a hill next to a lake and surrounded by trees
I’m a princess. The last of the Coines and that’s why I must stay hidden away. I hide in a magnificent castle with beautiful intricate designs that’s located in the middle of nowhere but nowhere is quite beautiful. The plants and trees look unreal and are too much for words to handle and I’m surrounded by water as I see the castle’s reflection. My prison. Any girl would love to be here. Any girl but me. Protected but trapped all at once.
a woman standing in the middle of a forest wearing a long black dress and cloak
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There is magic in these woods, the townspeople say. Many have entered, but never returned, and if you near the edge of the forest, you might even hear a faint whisper from the ill-fated. I’ve always believed this to be true, until Mrs. Edgefoot took me aside and said, “If you want to escape this marriage, Miss Evie, you know where you must go.” I told her she must be mistaken, I am thrilled about the arrangement, but she hushed me and told me of a sacrifice…one that could grant me safe passage.
Never trust a woman with hands behind her back. It’s like trusting Lizzie Borden with an ax. You swore to never hurt me and keep me safe. But you didn’t know that southern girls were arsenic laced. So when you ran off with the harlot from the bad side of the tracks. I took my father’s sword and followed you with it hidden behind my back. You can’t say I didn’t warn you. You did make a promise you didn’t keep. I wonder if they will find the bodies, or will you become an animal’s midnight treat. Cyberpunk, Warrior Princess, Medieval Fantasy, Book Inspiration, Female Characters, Character Inspiration
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Never trust a woman with hands behind her back. It’s like trusting Lizzie Borden with an ax. You swore to never hurt me and keep me safe. But you didn’t know that southern girls were arsenic laced. So when you ran off with the harlot from the bad side of the tracks. I took my father’s sword and followed you with it hidden behind my back. You can’t say I didn’t warn you. You did make a promise you didn’t keep. I wonder if they will find the bodies, or will you become an animal’s midnight treat.
a woman sitting on top of a bed in a white dress with long blonde hair
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Pain was the only thing that spoke to her now. She was so numb nothing else managed to penetrate the layer of ice that had formed over her skin. Her nails dug deep into her arm and she smiled as blood trickled down her arm, pooling in the crook of her elbow. She dug deeper and deeper, laughing as her fingernails scraped bone. Bleeding was the only way she could feel, and so to laugh she would slit her own neck if it meant being happy.
there is a train track in the middle of an underground tunnel that has tracks going through it
He could hear their footsteps closing in on him. Which way to go? WHICH WAY?! Physically exhausted, his brain was barely capable of deciding, but he had to act fast if he were to escape the torture his would-be captors wished to inflict. Would it make any difference which way? There’s a light at the end of every tunnel, right? Right he decided, go right. But then, mercifully, his decision was made for him. He started running to the left, towards freedom, and the sweet hum of the oncoming train.