Teaser Tuesday

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB ofShould Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

 I'm currently reading Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman.

Here are my teasers:

p.47 "Richard wondered where they were. This didn't seem to be a sewer. Perhaps it was tunnel for telephone cables, or for very small trains. Or for.... something else. He realized that he did not know very much about what went on beneath the streets of London."

p.76 "The rat stepped- a little disdainfully it seemed- into the Lord Ratspeaker's grubby hand, and the man held it, respectfully, up in front of Richard's face. It waved its tailed languidly as it inspected Richard's features. "This is Master Longtail, of the clan Gray," said the Lord Ratspeaker. "He says you look exceedingly familiar. He wants to know if he's met you afore."

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Sphinx's Queen Review & Teaser

I just finished the book Sphinx's Queen by Esther M. Friesner. It's actually a sequel to Sphinx's Princess. The books are about Egyptian queen Nefertiti's childhood and adolescence. I've been on sort of an Egypt kick lately. It started with Michelle Moran's book Cleopatra's Daughter. I highly recommend that book by the way. Anywho, here's my first ever Teaser Tuesday. Also, I've attached a picture of me on a donkey in front of a step pyramid in Egypt. 


From page 138 of Sphinx's Queen: 


   Oh, how long had it been since the last time 'd enjoyed the rapture of dancing? Too long, much too long. I'd forgotten how good it felt. This must be what it's like to fly, I thought, my bare feet scarcely touching the ground. I spread my arms like a hawk's wings, turned my face to the stars, closed my eyes, and let my imagination send me soaring over green fields and towering golden cliffs, white cities, and the eternal blue miracle of the sacred river. I  wished that Nava would play her harp and sing her songs forever. I prayed to Isis and Hathor to let my dance forever.
  A foolish, beautiful prayer, a prayer I knew would have to go unsnaswered. It was better that way: My feet moved swiftly in the dance, but was I dancing or trying to run away?
  I stopped. Nava noticed and dropped her hands from the harp strings. "Don't you like this song? I know others I could play for you instead."
  "It's all right Nava," I told her. "You're a wonderful musician, but I'm done dancing for today. Another time." 





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