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Secrets!

I have the galleys for Secrets! We're in the home stretch, people!

So let's play a game! Give me a page number from 7 to 278 (because those are the pages with actual text on them) and I'll give you a sneak peek at that page!

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hiveshipmist
Aug. 3rd, 2012 05:52 pm (UTC)
111
jo_graham
Aug. 3rd, 2012 05:54 pm (UTC)
Here you go! In which Rodney thinks he's home....


“Jeannie,” Rodney whispered, and turned his head to see her sitting beside the bed. He blinked at her with watering eyes, not quite believing she was really there. “Jeannie?”

She nodded, the gold curls bobbing. “You — oh, Meredith!” There were tears in her eyes. “You idiot!
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sheppardkid
Aug. 3rd, 2012 06:11 pm (UTC)
Page 200 please?
jo_graham
Aug. 3rd, 2012 06:13 pm (UTC)
Page 200! A tense moment!


Behind, she heard Ronon’s pistol power up.

“Put it down,” John said. “Teyla’s got the situation under control.”
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jo_graham
Aug. 3rd, 2012 06:30 pm (UTC)
For you, Sam and Woolsey!


Woolsey nodded, looking somewhat comforted.

He was worried, Sam thought. He was worried about his people. The Woolsey she’d known wouldn’t have been. When had that happened and what had changed him?

“I’m sure they will report soon,” he said.

“Yes,” Sam agreed.
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jetnova16
Aug. 3rd, 2012 06:40 pm (UTC)
How about page 12. Hopefully John and or Teyla are on that page.
jo_graham
Aug. 3rd, 2012 06:41 pm (UTC)
Rodney and Ronon for you....


“McKay,” Ronon said again, his voice urgent.

Rodney opened his eyes to see the screen flashing white. A whistling alarm began to sound, but he slapped it to silence.

“What’s going on?” Ronon asked.

“We’ve slipped out of the safe corridor for reentry,” Rodney said. “I’m taking control.”
kaviiq
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:47 pm (UTC)
The dice say page 94.
jo_graham
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:51 pm (UTC)
Jennifer!


For once, the infirmary was quiet when she arrived, only Teyla looking up from a borrowed e-reader to give her a nod of greeting.

Marie looked up from her tablet with a smile. “Good morning. I hope you’re feeling better, Doctor.”

“Yes, thanks.” Jennifer picked up her own tablet. “How are things?”

Marie tapped the edge of the nearest desk. “So far, so good. No overnight disasters — well, except the Marine with the broken condom."
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emmtob
Aug. 3rd, 2012 09:01 pm (UTC)
Page 85 please?????
jo_graham
Aug. 3rd, 2012 09:22 pm (UTC)
Sure -- John and Lorne.


“Yeah.” There was a look on Lorne’s face that John recognized only too well, the look of a junior officer biting a bullet. “Look, sir, have you got a minute?”

“Trouble?” John’s voice sharpened in spite of himself, and Lorne shook his head.

“No. Well, not really. Just — if I could have a word, sir?”

That was worse than the usual run of trouble, that was off the record trouble, and John winced. “Sure.”
athanasy_atimy
Aug. 3rd, 2012 09:05 pm (UTC)
Page 164 please :-)
jo_graham
Aug. 3rd, 2012 09:25 pm (UTC)
Ember for you!

The ship would not speak to him, despite his blandishments. Ember hauled himself to his feet, letting his fingers trail along the wall of the cell one last time. He thought this was a cruiser, but it was hard to be sure even of that much: the ship resisted him, blocked his thoughts, and if he pressed much further, it would send a warning jolt of electricity through its skin. He worked his shoulders, assessing his condition. He still felt the haze of the Culling beam, and he was weaker than he should be, the first pains of hunger starting in his palm. He had fed recently, though, so either he had been held for longer than seemed reasonable, or — He tugged open the neck of coat and shirt. There was no mark on his skin, but he was sure someone had fed on him. It was common enough, to weaken a prisoner so, but he wished whoever had done it would sicken. So he had been a prisoner, then, long enough for his body to heal itself, but not long enough for all the effects of the Culling beam to have worn off completely: a day, then, and no more than two.
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silverbullet27
Aug. 3rd, 2012 10:43 pm (UTC)
Okay, page 211 then for me, pretty please!
jo_graham
Aug. 3rd, 2012 10:52 pm (UTC)
Rodney, having an interesting day! :)


Alabaster glanced up at Rodney, a slight smile on her face. “Is your cleverman as smart as he thinks he is? Or does he prosper only on a handsome face and wit?”

A slow blush started crawling up Rodney’s cheeks, and his mental sputtering was plain to Teyla. “I assure you he is very clever,” Teyla said. “If not perhaps as omnipotent as he would like to believe he is.”
jansma
Aug. 3rd, 2012 11:00 pm (UTC)
Ah.. now I see why Guide would be happy if this person is alive and well. Sweet. I can't wait to find out more.
jo_graham
Aug. 3rd, 2012 11:01 pm (UTC)
Yes indeed. :)
jansma
Aug. 3rd, 2012 11:01 pm (UTC)
For moi, I think 256 will do very nicely, please. :)
jo_graham
Aug. 3rd, 2012 11:02 pm (UTC)
Sam and John for you!


Sam shrugged. “I’m not mad at Rodney,” she said. “It’s ok.”

“I know it’s messed up, but he’s acting like you’re his Wraith Queen.”

She burst out laughing. “Oh, for real? Does that mean he’d actually do what I told him to for a change?”
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kickstand75
Aug. 4th, 2012 03:49 am (UTC)
33 please?
jo_graham
Aug. 4th, 2012 01:15 pm (UTC)
Teyla and Guide!


He could not take her silence for anything good, and Guide wondered if he had made a fatal mistake. A threat, backed by his desire…

*You would not be happy with the results, Guide,* she said quietly, and there was no anger in her voice. *I would not be Steelflower. A queen with no memories would not be me.* She lifted her beautiful chin, her eyes meeting his. *You need a queen who can rule, a queen with Osprey’s memories. Amnesiac and fragile, who must be kept ill enough that she does not question the medicines you give her… Such a queen would avail you nothing. She would be an empty figurehead, not the leader of an alliance.*
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Nissa Moore
Aug. 4th, 2012 04:49 am (UTC)
can i have 42 please?
jo_graham
Aug. 4th, 2012 01:18 pm (UTC)
Life, the universe and everything! :)


“How long can a Wraith go without feeding?” Jennifer asked. Her voice was still remote, too controlled, and suddenly Rodney wanted nothing more than to smash that calm, to drive her into his arms.

“I have no idea. They made me think I was one of them, just the way we did with Michael, which, by the way, was an even more stunningly bad idea than we thought it was at the time, so they weren’t exactly telling me things that I was supposed to already know. It all depends, whether you were well fed to start with, whether you have to heal, or if you’re exerting yourself — maybe even your genetic heritage. There’s no single factor! It’s all completely individual.”
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draco_stellaris
Aug. 11th, 2012 08:08 am (UTC)
165 please?
jo_graham
Aug. 13th, 2012 12:12 pm (UTC)
Oh good pick! Ember and the Old One!


*No, no, this is truly your day of fortune, cleverman. wish you to carry a message to Guide.*

*I will not act against my queen,* Ember said warily.

*I do not ask you to,* the Old One said. *I say this message is for Guide as one lord of the zenana speaks to another. It is not yet a matter for queens.*

Such messages were not unknown — Ember remembered such negotiations from childhood, when there had been more hives circling the galaxy in complex alliance. But now? He tipped his head to one side, considering. It would only be trickery, but surely there was no harm in carrying a message. Guide would be glad if he lived, and there was no shame in finding a way to survive. And yet why would the Old One bother, knowing that he would put the pieces together in the same way?

*Tell me this message,* he temporized. *And if I may do so with honor, I will carry it to Guide.*
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