Release date: March 5, 2016
Subgenre: Young Adult Fantasy
About The Girl Who Twisted Fate's Arm:
Keep calm and join the Amazons!
When the daughter of Greece's premier singer fails to sing as expected,
she finds out about a biker group of women. But will she manage to find
the elusive Orosa, the bikers' motovlogger, when all she has to go on
are random street-sightings of criminal behaviour, when her family is
opposed to her following this path and when her dad's employer wants to
keep her as she was for marketing purposes?
Do you want to know what's next for the voiceless Aura? Do you wanna meet the Amazons? Then read this coming of age story in a world where fate is quite literal.
Do you want to know what's next for the voiceless Aura? Do you wanna meet the Amazons? Then read this coming of age story in a world where fate is quite literal.
Sons Of Anarchy meets The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo in this coming of age street gang novel.
Excerpt:
Aura could see music notes everywhere. Notes on the board, notes on
the books, notes on the girls’ jewelry around her.
Notes hated her.
She hated them back.
Wheels though, wheels were nice. By default they took you to
faraway places. Notes did that too of course, but Aura never
figured out how to harness that. The wheels on the other hand, all
they needed was a good kick and downhill you went.
She rubbed the bruise on her thighs. And the bruise on her stomach.
And the bruise on her hand, from the time when she found out it was
inadvisable to punch a biker harness.
The writing in front of her needed more notes, that much was
certain. They reminded her of something, she had seen some of those
before. What did it matter though? Her professors would let her
pass anyway. All she needed was to show up. Scribble something. The
musical pentagram in front of her was like highway lanes and she
drove the tip of her finger, zig-zagging between the notes like a
bike between cars in traffic.
She touched her new helmet that was on the seat beside her and
smiled. She clenched her teeth; her jaw still hurt. The night
before she had needed to place both hands on the steering wheel of
the bike to stop Orosa. She, in reply, had telegraphed her answer
with a headbutt using her red helmet. Aura had never imagined that
something with fluffy ears could hurt so much. Despite being small,
the knee pads are perfect for kicking somebody’s stomach. Aura had
gotten through two full-contact blows on the neck and had managed
to pin her down using her own heavier body, but it was like trying
to hold down a wild animal.
Orosa had kicked her ass, that much was certain. She couldn’t deny
that. In-between the kicks and the raised arms struggling to
protect her head Aura had demanded again, “I wanna come with you.”
Orosa had stopped then and gotten on her bike. After a silence that
seemed like a century, she’d said “I ain’t waiting around all day,”
and they were the best words Aura had heard in her whole life.
Aura scribbled a few more notes, made sure she could stand up
without tripping over from the pain and submitted her exam paper,
while bracing her brand new blue helmet in the other hand.
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About George Saoulidis:
Writer/Director. I enjoy taking ancient Greek myths and turning
them into modern sci-fi spooky versions. I plan to get a cliché photo
resting my chin on my fist soon, but the Internet keeps getting in the
way. Do not believe what Wikipedia says about me.
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