Welcome to the YA Scavenger Hunt! Hi! I’m Amy Trueblood and this is my section of the hunt! Here are a few details in case you’re new to the process…
This bi-annual event was first organized by author Colleen Houck as a way to give readers a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from their favorite authors…and a chance to win some awesome prizes! On this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each author, you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and you can enter for our prize–one lucky winner will receive one book from each author on the hunt in my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for 120 hours!
Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are SIX contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all!
I’m a part of the RED TEAM–but there is also a blue team, a gold team, a green team, a purple team, and a pink team for a chance to win a whole different set of books!
If you’d like to find out more about the hunt, see links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page.
Before we get to the hunt and the exclusive bonus content, here’s a little about me…
The building’s twin turrets each had ornate balconies and were capped with bulb-shaped rooftops that came to points five or six stories above the crowds. Between them, a sign in electric lights spelled out “Baby Incubators.” Curious, Esta followed the walk toward until she was in the middle of the manicured courtyard that anchored the u-shaped building. Unlike some of the other attractions on the Pike, this building wasn’t meant to look like some version of a far-off land. It was a fairly sedate structure, by comparison, built of red brick and surrounded by manicured gardens. Two stories tall, the columned façade curved around the landscaping of the courtyard. In the center of that courtyard stood an enormous statue of a woman surrounded by cherubic children.
As she moved farther into the courtyard, Esta was surprised by the hushed atmosphere she found there. Just steps away was the raucous noise of the parade and the spectacle of the Pike itself, but here, the crowd seemed transformed, almost-reverent. Occasionally, a woman in a white apron and cap would emerge from one of the arched doorways of the building and make her way across the courtyard to a door on the opposite side. A pair of white-aproned women sat in the shade of a pear tree, eating a pretzel together.
Esta found an empty spot on one of the stone benches that lined the courtyard and watched as other fairgoers trickled into the courtyard and went through one of the entrances on the left side of the building. After the heat of the sun and the crowd out on the main street, the shade felt like a relief. She took off the cap was wearing long enough to wipe the sweat from her brow and push her hair back out of her eyes again. She could have stayed in the shade of the courtyard until the parade passed and the crowd outside thinned, but after a few minutes, she started to feel antsy, as though every time one of the white-aproned women looked her way, she’d be able to see right through her disguise.
Keep moving. It was better than drawing any more attention.
She didn’t want to go back out into the crowd, so she decided to see where the steady stream of visitors were going and what was inside of the building. She wasn’t sure what to expect—“baby incubators” could have meant nearly anything, especially considering the strange carnivalesque atmosphere of the rest of the Pike. She had the brief image of science-fiction babies swimming in test tubes of glowing goo, but the reality was more disappointing. The interior of the building had the sedateness of a hospital mixed with the architecture of a church. Again, silence seemed to pervade the atmosphere of the place.
Keeping her hands tucked into her pockets, Esta followed the thin line of people through the corridor until she came to a large room with a glass wall that separated the crowd from the row of cube-shaped boxes. The glass-fronted boxes were being monitored by a crew of white-aproned nurses, and each of the boxes contained a small lump of an infant.
They were tiny… Terrifyingly fragile.
Instinctively, Esta backed away from the row of boxes, away from the fragile creatures and the nurses who didn’t seem to see the crowd watching them. The babies floating in goo her imagination had conjured would have been less unsettling than finding these perfectly human babies on display here, like some sort of freak show attraction. To have morose-looking nurses tending to them in the middle of the revelry and audaciousness of the Pike, as though this were some perfectly normal hospital ward.
Esta was already nearly to the exit when she felt it—a warmth in the air that had nothing to do with the air pumped into the incubators.
Someone here was Mageus. Someone was using an affinity.
Julien had told them that the Jefferson Guard looked for Mageus, but Esta hadn’t really believed that could be possible. In truth, she hadn’t wanted to believe it. But the sizzling warmth of the magic floating through the air was unmistakable to anyone who shared an affinity with it, and it was here, at the Exposition. Here, in the midst of this crowd. And she wanted to know who it was.
WOW!! That was awesome. Thank you, Lisa!