Tuesday 19 September 2017

Blog Tour Excerpt & Giveaway - When I Cast Your Shadow by Sarah Porter

When I Cast Your Shadow
Sarah Porter
Hardcover: 384 pages
Publisher: Tor Teen (September 12, 2017)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0765380560
ISBN-13: 978-0765380562

Book Description:
A teenage girl calls her beloved older brother back from the grave with disastrous consequences.

Dashiell Bohnacker was hell on his family while he was alive. But it's even worse now that he's dead....

After her troubled older brother, Dashiell, dies of an overdose, sixteen-year-old Ruby is overcome by grief and longing. What she doesn't know is that Dashiell's ghost is using her nightly dreams of him as a way to possess her body and to persuade her twin brother, Everett, to submit to possession as well.

Dashiell tells Everett that he's returned from the Land of the Dead to tie up loose ends, but he's actually on the run from forces crueler and more powerful than anything the Bohnacker twins have ever imagined....

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"Tragic and engrossing, filled with nightmarish dreamscapes and menacing villains, it also treads the tender terrain of family, and the strange and sometimes dysfunctional ties between siblings. Highly recommended!" ―Kendare Blake, New York Times bestselling author of Three Dark Crowns

"You'll never think of your nightmares the same way again. Darkly seductive. Sarah Porter’s writing glitters and her storytelling stuns in this twisted tale of siblings, love, and death." ―Stephanie Garber, New York Times bestselling author of Caraval

"Porter offers a poignant consideration of how far we will go for the people we love." ―School Library Journal, starred review

"A wildly innovative, whip-smart, and utterly spellbinding testament to family, memory, and love―and the messes and miracles of each―poised to possess legions of readers." ―Booklist, starred review

"A haunting tale of possession that explores the ghostly landscape of dreams and nightmares―but more importantly, the particular dynamics among siblings, both oppressive and redemptive." ―Kirkus Reviews


“Dad? What did you dream?” Everett can’t let it go, and I’m just starting to understand that he must have a reason. “Did you dream about Dashiell?”

“Everett, I hope you’re aware that the two of us have more serious issues to address than an entirely predictable nightmare? My firstborn son died in appalling circumstances two months ago, after a life spent wreaking havoc on anyone foolish enough to care about him. Today would have been his birthday. If he had lived, maybe he would have condescended to let his family take him out for dinner tonight. Ruby would be planning his cake. Of course I dreamed about him.” Dad is pulling blankets over me as he says this, but his eyes are fixed on the wall above my head; he doesn’t want me to see the tears swelling on his lashes. “So, what time did you come home last night? Everett, I’m not used to that kind of behavior from you.”

Then the tears break loose and he swings his face away from me; it’s the first time I’ve seen him cry for Dashiell. Even at the funeral he was locked down, cold and rigid and blank, but maybe it just took him this long to really feel it.

“Dad?” I’m struggling to sit up and hug him but he’s already walking toward my door, snapping his steps down and holding his head too straight. Because if he didn’t he would crumple, I can see it.

“I got home around one,” Everett says. “You can go ahead and punish me, I don’t care. Just tell me what you dreamed.” And now our dad is standing inches away from Everett, obviously wanting to escape and go sob someplace where we won’t see him, but Ever won’t move. He’s holding both sides of the doorframe and his feet are planted so that you’d have to shove him viciously to get past. “I really need to know.”

Isn’t that exactly what Everett said to me, when he was asking what I’d dreamed about Dash?

“I truly don’t think it’s any of your business, Everett. And I don’t appreciate your obstructing me.”

“It’s—” And Ever stops dead, staring into space, almost like he’s listening for something. “It’s family business. Just tell me and I’ll stop bugging you.”

Dad sighs and shoots a worried look my way. “I want to hear, too,” I say, but only because it’s normal for me to back up Everett when he needs me.

Though maybe I don’t want to hear it. Maybe there are things it would be better not to know.

“All right, then. I dreamed that Dashiell was back in our house. I could hear his voice incessantly, coming through the walls and out of the vents and from around corners. I kept searching for him, for what felt like hours, but I couldn’t find him anywhere. Now are you satisfied, Everett?”

About the Author
SARAH PORTER is the author of the Lost Voices Trilogy (Lost Voices, Waking Storms, The Twice Lost) in addition to Vassa in the Night—all for the teen audience. For over ten years she has taught creative writing workshops in New York City public schools to students in grades K-10. Porter also works as a VJ, both solo and with the art collective Fort/Da; she has played venues including Roseland, Galapagos, Tonic, Joe’s Pub, The Hammerstein Ballroom, The Nokia Theater, and the Burning Man festival. She lives in Brooklyn with her husband and two cats.

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