Excerpt Series: To Sleep in a Sea of Stars by Christopher Paolini

You might be asking yourself why the name Christopher Paolini is so familiar. Well, it’s because he wrote Eragon aka The Inheritance Cycle a little while back. In the time he’s written Eragon and the four books in the series, he’s sold millions of books, did a world tour, and moved to Colorado where he embarked on his next writing journey.

Today I have the pleasure of sharing with you a short excerpt from Christopher Paolini’s highly anticipated novel To Sleep in a Sea of Stars. Honestly, you have me with the title. Good gracious, could it appeal to starry-eyed dreamers everywhere?

Before diving into the excerpt, I wanted to share a little bit about the synopsis. This is Christopher Paolini’s first adult novel filled with science fiction voyage across the stars. I’m hoping it turns out to be a giant space opera. Please, please, please be a space opera!!

The mini excerpt I’m sharing today and the full excerpt I’ll share on Friday is legit. This book already has me hyped and it’s a few more months before it’s out!

Here’s what the book is about

Kira Navárez dreamed of finding life on new worlds.

Now she has awakened a nightmare.

While exploring a distant planet, she discovers an alien relic that thrusts her into an epic journey of transformation and discovery.

Her odyssey will carry her to the far reaches of the galaxy.

Earth and her colonies are on the brink of annihilation.

One woman.

    The will to survive.

        The hope of humanity.

This epic novel follows Kira Navárez, who, during a routine survey mission on an uncolonized planet, finds an alien relic that thrusts her into the wonders and the nightmares of first contact. Epic space battles for the fate of humanity take her to the farthest reaches of the galaxy and, in the process, transform not only her ― but the entire course of history.

A mini excerpt of To Sleep in a Sea of Stars by Christopher Paolini

Without further ado, here’s the excerpt I’m sharing with you all today:

Kira dug her fingers into her arm, scrubbing at it as a scream of revulsion threatened to erupt out of her.

Neghar collapsed backwards. Then the clot moved. It twitched like a clump of muscle hit with an electrical current.

People shouted and jumped away. Alan retreated toward Kira, never taking his eyes off the unformed lump.

Kira dry-heaved. She took another step back. Her arm was burning: thin lines of fire squirming across her skin.

She looked down.

Her nails had carved furrows in her flesh, crimson gashes that ended with crumpled strips of skin. And within the furrows, she saw another something twitch.

Kira fell to the floor, screaming. The pain was all-consuming. That much she was aware of. It was the only thing she was aware of.

She arched her back and thrashed, clawing at the floor, desperate to escape the onslaught of agony. She screamed again; she screamed so hard her voice broke and a slick of hot blood coated her throat.

She couldn’t breathe. The pain was too intense. Her skin was burning, and it felt as if her veins were filled with acid and her flesh was tearing itself from her limbs.

Dark shapes blocked the light overhead as people moved around her. Alan’s face appeared next to her. She thrashed again, and she was on her stomach, her cheek pressed flat against the hard surface.

Her body relaxed for a second, and she took a single, gasping breath before going rigid and loosing a silent howl. The muscles of her face cramped with the force of her rictus, and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.

Hands turned her over. They gripped her arms and legs, holding them in place. It did nothing to stop the pain.

“Kira!”

She forced her eyes open and, with blurry vision, saw Alan and, behind him, Fizel leaning toward her with a hypo. Farther back, Jenan, Yugo, and Seppo were pinning her legs to the floor, while Ivanova and Marie-Élise helped Neghar away from the clot on the deck.

“Kira! Look at me! Look at me!”

She tried to reply, but all she succeeded in doing was uttering a strangled whimper. 

Then Fizel pressed the hypo against her shoulder. Whatever he injected didn’t seem to have any effect. Her heels drummed against the floor, and she felt her head slam against the deck, again and again.

About Christopher Paolini:

Christopher Paolini was born in Southern California and has lived most of his life in Paradise Valley, Montana. He published his first novel, Eragon, in 2003 at the age of 19, and quickly became a publishing phenomenon. His Inheritance Cycle—Eragon and its three sequels—have sold nearly 40 million copies worldwide. This is his first adult novel.

I’ll be sharing the full excerpt on the blog this Friday!

To Sleep in a Sea of Stars is out in September 2020. You can pre-order your copy here.