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I'm Suzanne Lazear, I write the Aether Chronicles series, which is about steampunk faeries. Welcome, have a cupcake. You can start the hunt here or you can go to the YA Scavenger Hunt homepage to find out more or if you're stuck. I'm part of the BLUE TEAM--but there are other teams, all with lots of prizes to win.

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 William Campbell Powell

William Campbell Powell lives in a small Buckinghamshire village in England with his wife, Avis, his two teenage sons, more books than you can shake a stick at, and a collection of bass guitars. By day he is a Software Development Manager and by night he writes YA and Science Fiction. Expiration Day is his first novel, which was published by Tor Teen in April 2014. 

Expiration Day 

 Nobody can have kids. Well, almost nobody. And nobody knows why. It's just something that's happened. Some said that it was all the radio waves and microwaves messing up our DNA. Others said it was the gigahertz radiation from all the computers doing it. Global warming and pollution got blamed, of course. And there were some really weird theories, too. There was one scientist who claimed that every generation lost a certain amount of information from the gene pool, so we'd just reached the point where we no longer had enough information left in our genes to build a fully working human. So I'm a real rarity. A real girl. All the other kids in the world are just robots. Realistic robots - not clunkers like Soames - but like Julia Ellis, a near-perfect copy of a human child. Good enough to fool the maternal instinct. Good enough to stop the riots. Even good enough to play with sometimes.


 Hello, Book Hunters! Expiration Day isn't an action novel. Sorry. On the other hand, it does have serious levels of Rock'n'Roll and a dramatic court scene. Tania isn't an athletic heroine, either, preferring to play bass with her band, or else to curl up in the big reading chair in the spare room, reading a treasured book. But I did wonder what would happen if she ended up in physical danger. After all, the world of 2049 isn't a nice place, though she's living in one of the more civilised spots. It's definitely not all sweetness beyond her village, though, and in England there are many places that the rule of law doesn't reach. These are the Red Zones, and in the earlier drafts of the novel, back when it was still called 'A Child Alone', I had Tania visit a Red Zone twice. The first time she made contact with an 'underground' organisation, that she hoped might give her refuge. That scene got re-worked quite a bit, moving from London to Oxford in the process, and re-surfaced here , where you'll find other bonus content. This second scene is unique to the YA Scavenger Hunt, and fits around that court scene, where Tania sees that the case is going against her, and decides to flee. She contacts the 'underground' and arranges to meet the woman she knows as Marla ...

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I'm just going for a stroll. What could be more natural than going for a stroll in the twilight? So I resist the urge to check if I’m being followed.

It’s a bit of a hike, it turns out. My faithful AllInFone tells me I can still get there in time, but I can’t hang about. It’s all Green Zone, at least, past the Tower of London and as far as Tower Bridge.
Beyond, though, is another matter…
Am I really ready to run away to the Red Zone? I have no idea. I love life – who doesn’t – but life at any price? Maybe I will find more than just food and shelter in the Red Zone. Maybe I will find friends too. Some way of making music. Drama. It mightn’t be too bad. If I don’t fall ill and die, or get raped or killed by marauders from another gang…

Do I really want to live in the Middle Ages? Is that really a choice? Or, as Mrs Hanson might have said, is that Death trying to convince me there are no better choices?

* * *
I can see the Tower of London now, which takes me back to where this journey began. A game of hide-and-seek with Siân. If not for that, I might never have learned of my true nature. No, I can’t believe that. Something would have happened sooner or later – I couldn’t be so dumb as not to notice something non-human about myself, could I? But would I be here now? Would I be happier?

For nostalgia’s sake, I detour down towards the river, past the entrance and then turning left at the bank walkway. Passing over Traitor’s Gate, I shudder, briefly. I really thought I had been about to drown.

Tower Bridge is close, now.

Up the steps and onto the bridge. I emerge beneath a huge arch, and look down the ramp. Deserted. Forty years ago, you’d have been trampled by tourists. It’s a long way to the end, to my meeting point – I should have gone where my AllInFone told me, instead of sightseeing. Stupid Tania. Oh well.

As I draw nearer, the shadows divide and I can make out trees and shrubs, benches and tables of the Boleyn New Park. Is that somebody waiting? In the shadows beneath the trees, a darker shadow in shapeless clothing. The shadow moves, faces me. A woman.


A chuckle.

“If you like. I was wondering if you were going to turn up. I was getting ready to leave.”

“Thanks for staying. I came here as quick as I could.”

“Yeah, well, I’m still here. You said you were in trouble.”

“Somewhat. Fighting a lawsuit with Oxted for my life.”

“Yeah, you are in trouble. Come on, then. We need to move. It’s not far to Whitechapel, after which it’s all Red Zone.”

“Wait. I’m not sure. I need to …”

“What can you possibly need to do? Don’t be stupid. You’re here; this is your way out. This is your only choice.”

My only choice? Then, by Hanson’s Law, it must be death that’s on offer. Does that make sense?

“In that case… Thanks, but no. I’m going back. Sorry, Marla.”

“You what? Didn’t you hear me? This is your only…”

But then there’s a flash, a flare of light, and Marla and I are caught in the beam of a searchlight.

“This is the police. Do not move. You are under arrest. Put your hands up and keep them where we can see them.”

Marla curses: “Did you bring them here? Did you bring a AllInFone? Oh, you stupid f…”

But then she breaks, and the searchlight follows. For a moment, I am in shadow, and for the first time in my life I make a good decision, and scramble over the low railings into the hedge behind the trees.

For a moment, I lie flat, able to see beneath the bushes.

Marla is down, quivering. A Taser? Night-visioned troopers converge, hyena-like.

Nothing I can do.

I crawl back towards the river. Behind me, a single searchlight swoops and arcs wildly.

* * *
One moment I was crawling on hands and knees; the next, my outstretched hand met empty air and I tumbled through space, landing hard and rolling, to finish up in a patch of … nettles. Stinging nettles, Mister Zog. But my skin chemistry is inert to histamines, so thanks to a lazy gardener, I had myself a briar patch that Brer Rabbit would have loved, extending all the way back to the river, alongside the moat.

From the noises behind me, it sounded as though the police had followed some false trail, maybe some town fox, or unlucky pedestrian. A few minutes later, though, I heard a more systematic search begin, with a couple of police officers walking back up the ramp to the bridge, shining torches down onto the path below.

By that time, though, I’d just about reached the waterfront, where I turned right, moving briefly across open space before finding safety again by the outer walls of the Tower of London. It didn’t feel right, though. I decided I couldn’t afford to look like a fugitive. So I found a park bench and sat down, and watched the river flow, wondering if I’d have the nerve to stay seated if any officers actually came my way.

After a while, two rather stout officers strolled towards me, so I took out my AllInFone and started taking photographs of HMS Belfast across the river. They walked past.

That was my worst moment. After that, well, the frontage is long, but as I drew near to the main entrance, I began to meet other pedestrians, and felt I could just mingle.

It was still a long walk back to the hotel, and my nerves were on edge the whole way.

* * *
When I reached the hotel, it was eleven o’clock, but the bar was still open. No calls on my AllInFone, so I reckoned Dad was still hard at work on his spreadsheets. With a coffee from the bar in front of me, I felt able to think. So I called him.

“In the hotel bar, now. Just sitting and thinking over a coffee. Are you still working on the spreadsheets?”
Which meant an hour, if I knew Dad. He’d be working till midnight.

I was right. At least I think I was right, but I’d showered and was in bed before he was done, sleeping the deep sleep of the guilty-but-exhausted.

To be blunt, the scene didn't fit. Oh, it's Tania's voice, and to that extent it represents Expiration Day, but Tania fails to escape and is forced to follow the path of the courts. Ultimately the scene didn't advance the plot, other than to close a door. So it got cut. Still, if you're intrigued in any way by what you read here, you can find Expiration Day in hardback online or at your local independent bookstore. If you don't mind waiting a couple of weeks, Tor Teen is publishing Expiration Day in paperback on April 14, 2015. I'll also be running my own giveaway of Expiration Day at http://williamcampbellpowell.com to celebrate its upcoming release in paperback on April 14th.


Thank you so much for visiting me. There's a special short story from the Aether Chronicles world hidden someplace. (Hit hint, it's about love, and it's not about Noli and V.) The books in my Aether Chronicle's series -- INNOCENT DARKNESS, CHARMED VENGEANCE, and FRAGILE DESTINY are all available from Flux. Please enter my bonus contest where I have 6 prizes up for grabs.

All done? Time to move on to Kady Cross. Don't forget to bring her a cupcake.

The Book of Your Soul

I hear a lot about people writing "the book of their heart." Certainly I've written a couple of those. To me it means that you're writing a book that means a great deal to you. Perhaps it's something you've been working on for a long time. Perhaps it is a meaningful subject. Or was written at a trying time.

Recently I finished the "book of my soul."

There is so much of me in this book. Yet it's not me. I am not the character. This is not my story. The people in this book are not my friends and family. These specific events didn't happen to me. Some of the story is informed by real things, but 99% of it is made up to actually create an interesting story, There are a few real elements, but they are the usual small true events that often find their way into books because the truth can often be even stranger than fiction.

Yet the emotions are real. Very, very real.

It feels as if every word were written in my blood on paper made of my soul.

It took me six months to work up the courage to write it. When I started it, I wrote it in bits and pieces, often with long stretches in between. One scene near the beginning I skipped entirely and didn't write until the near end, which isn't the usual way I write. A couple of friends encouraged me to keep going. So I chipped away at it, a little at a time until I got so caught up in the story that there was no way I couldn't finish it.

It was difficult to write this book. So difficult.Yet at the same time it was freeing. Therapeutic.

Will I let anyone read it?

I don't know. Perhaps it's fear. Fear someone won't like a story made of my soul. Fear people will get angry because they'll think I'm writing about them (which I'm not, but you know people sometimes). Fear people won't like the subject.

But nevertheless, I'm glad I wrote this book, for this is a story that fiction or not, needed to be told.

At the very least for the sake of my soul.

Live Chat Tonight!

Come join me for a live chat on Goodreads at 6 pm PST tonight. Ask your questions about the Aether Chronicles Series, Steampunk, writing, etc. There will be prizes.

Happy Valentine's Day

I've never been a huge fan of Valentine's Day, but Missy does enjoy making cards for her friends. Did you know that much of the way we celebrate the holiday comes from the Victorians? That being said, I do hope your Valentine's Day is a nice one.

Happy Holidays

Yes, more quiet. Missy's made the academic decathlon team, which is a ton of work for the both of us. It's been a busy holiday season and I'm looking forward to a nice quiet few days. The presents are wrapped. This year I'm actually cooking Christmas Dinner (at my mom's house.) It'll be fun. One of my favorite holiday traditions is making cookies. What about you?

Happy Thanksgiving

Sorry for the radio silence. Things got very busy (my mom had some health issues) but things are quieter now. I'm just spending a nice quiet holiday with my family and I wish the same for you.

Happy Halloween!

Halloween was always my favorite holiday as a child. There's something to be said about dressing up. I still love dressing up to this day -- which is partially why I love steampunk so much. Missy is going to be a police officer (it was really hard to find a costume, she actually wanted to be a spy, a police dress was the closest she found. Yeah, a dress. But I'll save the ranty mcrantypants spiel on girl's costumes for another day.) I think I'm going to play the Frozen drinking game tonight (drink every time you see a character from Frozen) what about you?

Halloween Book Trail

Welcome to my stop on the Halloween Book Trail. I'm Suzanne Lazear and I write steampuk faeries in the Aether Chronicles Series.

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If you're stuck or have no idea what you've stumbled upon you can go to the book trail site here.

Noli Braddock is one of the main characters in my Aether Chronicles books. Each year, for her birthday (which is October 25th), I write a short story for everyone. In honor of the Halloween Book Trail, this year's story is Halloween-themed. Enjoy!

An All Hallows Wager
An Aether Chronicles Story
© Suzanne Lazear 2014

Noli pulled her cape a little closer to her against the cold Los Angeles night as she and V walked down the street. Many houses were decorated with lanterns carved from gourds and pumpkins, walkways lined with candles, and other such things as costumes adults and children went to and fro attending parties and gatherings. Often more than one.

“Why do we have to do this?” Noli whined, waving around the paper list in her hand. She hated society parties. At least this one had games.

A flying car, a dragon model by the wings, swooped past. Noli waved out of habit. They honked in reply. 

“I thought you wanted to play the game? At least we were paired up.” Steven Darrow, or V, as she called him, looked dashing as usual. He was dressed as a prince, complete with a sword. The green and brown velvet, heavy with gold embroidery brought out his green eyes. A thin, golden circlet rested on his messy, golden hair.

The funny thing was that V was actually a prince. Well, an exiled prince. An exiled prince of the earth court from the realm of faerie, or the Otherworld, as they called it.

“True.” There were worse things than being alone with V in the dark on a scavenger hunt. “Still, it’s cold. And I’m hungry.” In the light of the gas streetlamps she peered at the ten items on the list.

“We have five already,” a voice sneered. “How many do you have?”

Noli sighed and looked over at the taunting form approaching them. Missy Sassafras’ costume was blinding, covered in spangles and sparkles. She practically leaked feathers and beads. What was she supposed to be? Certainly, it wasn’t flattering. Missy was mousy and a bit round. Also, that shade of orange suited very few completions. Hers wasn’t one of them.

“Five? Good for you, Missy.” Noli pasted a fake smile on her face. She didn’t like Missy much. Certainly she wasn’t going to admit that they had none. First team to return won. What, she wasn’t sure.

How had Missy gotten so many so quickly? The game just started.

A spindly form skulked behind. One in a Gladiator costume, carrying a small sack. Will was Missy’s partner for the game.

“V,” he nodded, ignoring Noli.

“Will,” V nodded back. Ever the gentleman, V gave Missy a little bow. “Miss Sassafras.”

Missy gave a little giggle that sounded a bit like a pig being tortured. She waved her fan in front of her face.

 “Mr. Darrow, your costume is exquisite.” She moved a little as if trying to show off her own costume, probably hoping for V to compliment her in turn. “But Noli I really have no idea what you’re supposed to be.” Her thin lips curved into a sneer.

“A princess, right?” Will said softly. “He’s the prince and you’re the princess. Clever.”

“You’re right, Will.” Noli smoothed the fabric. It was an Otherworld dress of dark green velvet, heavy with gold embroidery, smooth and flowing without the bustles and crinolines so popular in Los Angeles. Her crown was made of roses from her garden and green and gold ribbons. V’s little sister Elise had helped her with it.    

“A princess?” Missy laughed so hard she held her sides. “Noli a princess, sure. The dress isn’t even fluffy. I’m not even sure why she gets invited to parties. It’s like inviting the help.”

Noli bit her tongue to keep herself from saying what she really thought. Missy was naught but a social climbing dollymop. However, new money or not, Missy, and her parents, weren’t people to aggravate, especially when Noli’s own social position was so precarious.

Still, ire rose within her and her hands fisted, the list crumpling.

V frowned. “Miss Sassafras, that doesn’t seem like a very nice thing to say.”

It wasn't a very nice thing to say, but Missy didn’t have very nice manners.

“It’s true.” Missy waved it off with her hand, then sniffed. “I don’t know why you even bother associating with her.”

 She said what?

“What do you know, Missy Sassafras?” Noli retorted, cheeks blazing as she took a step forward. “I’ll let you know that we’re going to win that scavenger hunt.”

“Care to wager?” Missy sneered.

“Sure,” Noli replied, even though she had no money to wager.

“Fine. If I win the game, Mr. Darrow escorts me to the next ball.” Missy shot her a triumphant look.

“Fine, and if you lose then you give me ten dollars,” Noli retorted. It was the first thing that popped into her head. There was quite a bit she could buy with that sort of money.

“Deal.” Missy held out her hand.

“Deal.” Noli shook it.

“Wait a moment.” V tried to separate them with his body. “Don’t I have a say in this?”

“No.” Missy shook her head. “See you soon. By the way, Mr. Darrow, I like posies.” She waggled her fingers and flounced off, leaving a trail of spangles.

“Girls are barking mad, I tell you.” Will sighed and gave V a sympathetic look, then trotted off.

“Noli, what did you do?” V’s green eyes went wide. “I don’t want to go any ball, let alone one with her.

“I know. Me and my big mouth.” Noli sighed. “What did I just do? But ten dollars! And she just makes me so mad.

“I know.” V looked at the list. “I have some of these, and so do you, but the problem is time, especially if they actually have five.”

“I don’t think they do.” Noli started to walk toward V’s house.

“We can’t risk that.” A resigned look crossed his face. “Come, now, we haven’t much time.” V’s arm linked hers and they ran down the street. They passed more people playing other games or simply out enjoying the evening. They waved as another neighbor drove passed in their steam-powered auto.

They stopped in front of an old oak tree in a nearby park. A ring of mushrooms encircled it and flowers grew around it. The twisted trunk thrummed with energy and magic.

But it was. Not only was this a “fairy tree”, but little wood faeries actually occupied it. As if summoned, tiny balls of light appeared. A yellow one landed on Noli’s shoulder. The light was actually a glowing tiny person with yellow wings.

“Hi there,” Noli greeted. She couldn’t understand them, but they could understand her.

“We need your help,” V told them. “We need all these things and we only have a few moments.”

Noli watched as V made assignments. He could talk to them just fine.

V grabbed her hand. “They’re meeting us at my house, let’s go.”

“We’re asking the faeries for help, isn’t that cheating?” Noli laughed as they ran. She didn’t care about cheating, as long as Missy didn’t win. However, V was usually a fussy old bodger about things like this.

He grimaced. “It is, and I don’t like it. But I’m not about to be her escort. Only you, Noli.”

Those three words held so many meanings, but he was right.

At least he wasn’t angry. She’d be angry if she’d been in his shoes. “I’m sorry, V. I shouldn’t have done that. Missy brings out the worst in me.”

He squeezed her hand. “It’s all right. I forgive you. She is a bit…much.”

They ran up the steps to his house, which was always so neat and orderly, even though there was no mother. Compared to her own house, which no matter how much work she and V did always looked worn and ramshackle compared to the others on their block. 

“You get the items from the kitchen, I’ll get the book and what’s upstairs,” V told her as they went inside.

The house was empty, since his little sister Elise was at a children’s party. Noli wasn’t sure where James was. However, he liked parties even less than Noli. Also, Mr. Darrow didn’t approve of them courting. After all, one day V would take back his family’s court and restore his family’s good name.

No matter what, Noli was just the girl next door.

They gathered the items and ran out to the backyard. The fairies there, items in tow.

Noli put them in the sack as V checked everything off the list. A biscuit. A novel by dickens. A handbill for a moving picture. A clockwork bird. A stocking. She laughed as she put the very fancy stocking in the bag.

“Do I even want to know where you got this?” she teased the faeries.

A blue fairy said something to V and his cheeks pinked. “No, you don’t,” he replied, eyes on the floor.

She could imagine quite well. The rest of the items went into the bag. “All set.”

V gave the faeries a little bow. “I appreciate your help. I’ll leave your reward by the tree.”

Noli watched as they flew off. “What did we promise them?”


“That’s easy enough.” Noli slung the sack over her shoulder. “How are we on time, should we hoverboard back?”

“Do you think we could?” He looked torn. “They never said we couldn’t….”

That was good enough for her. “Let’s go.”

They grabbed his small, brown wooden hoverboard from the back porch. She held on to him tight, as she adjusted her position, trying to account for the weight of the sack. As they rose into the air, her loose hair whipped around her face and she wished she had goggles—and a cap.

They took off down the street and she craned her neck, hoping to spot Missy–and make sure they got there first.

Technically, hoverboards were one person conveyances. Also, the law forbid girls from hoverboarding. Once, Noli wouldn’t let it stop her, but now she was trying to stay on the right side of the law. So, she’d simply practiced until she could figure out how to properly balance so they could both fly on his hoverboard.

They landed in the backyard of the Vincent’s, who were hosting the party. Missy wasn’t in sight—and Hope Vincent, dressed as a Grecian goddess, still waited in the gazebo for the first team to come back.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” someone remarked.

“That’s not fair,” Missy’s voice screeched from across the yard.

Leaving the hoverboard on the grass, V and Noli took off for Hope, bag in hand. Must. Finish. First.

“Winner!”  Hope called just as V and Noli raced up the gazebo stairs.

Winner? Noli’s heart fell to the floor. She never should have opened her mouth. Do not engage. How many times had her mother told her that.

“Noooo.” Missy came up behind them, face flushed and crestfallen.

Wait. If Missy was behind them, who won?

James Darrow stood there triumphantly, in nothing but a bed sheet. He was the younger brother, though not by much, and looked older. A girl named Violet was at his side, dressed like a fairy, complete with fabric and wire wings. Noli used to take dance classes with her. Once. Back when she had the time and money for such things.

“James and Violent are the winners,” Hope declared. “V and Noli are second and Will and Missy are third, pending you all have the correct items.” She held out her hands for everyone’s sacks.

“Where did you come from?” Noli blurted. “I didn’t even know you were coming.”

James grinned, raking a large hand through his dark blonde girls. “I’m full of surprises.”

“Oh my,” Missy hissed. “Mr. Darrow the younger certainly has filled out.” 

Hope looked though each sack. “The winners stand as stated. Here you go.”

She handed out the prizes. A cake shaped like a pumpkin for the winning team and candied apples for everyone else.

“You cheated.” Missy turned to Noli. “I’m not giving you ten dollars.”

“You don’t have to. I didn’t come in first. It was if I won, not if I beat you.” Noli shrugged, though part of her wanted to rub the candy apple in Missy’s hair. How did James win? She could really have used that ten dollars.

“Actually,” Will interjected, “you actually do owe her. The wording was that if you lost then you had to give her ten dollars.”

V nodded. “Actually, Will’s right.”

Missy’s face screwed up as if she’d eaten something bitter. She reached into her décolletage and pulled out a ten-dollar bill. “Here.”

Noli just stared at it. Ten dollars was a lot of money for someone their age to have on hand. Also, that was an odd place to keep money. Should she even touch it?

James yanked the money out of her hand, as if he didn’t care where it came from, which, he probably didn’t. “That was quite gracious of you. Here you are, Noli.”

Ten dollars. All hers.

She shook her head. “You…you can have it back, Missy.”

An eager look crossed her face.

“Missy, a wager is a wager, you should play fair,” Will scolded.

“Fine. You’re something, Noli Braddock.” Missy turned around in a huff and marched down the stairs of the gazebo.

Will just stood there. He shook his head. “Girls.”

James put a hand on Vs shoulder. “On to the next? I hear that Ginny’s party has a fortune teller.”

“I suppose. Though I need to grab a few sweets,” V told them.

“They can have my apple. I prefer caramel apples to candy,” Noli replied.

V nodded. “Very well then.”

“Here, take this.” James handed her the money.

Not sure what to do with it, she tucked it into her stocking. “That was unexpected.”

“That is what,” James agreed.

Violet rushed after them. “You’re not staying, James? Don’t you want half the cake?”

“Keep it.” James didn’t even turn around.

The three of them thanked Hope and walked down the street toward the park with the oak tree.

“How did you do it?” Noli asked. “I didn’t even think you came to the party.”

James grinned. “Cheaters never win, though I have to say, I was very tempted to help Missy just to see V take her to a ball.”

V’s face flushed. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“I can’t believe you would cheat. It’s so unlike you. She cheated too, you know. I got bored so I decided to join you and I saw her and Will cheat, then I heard you to, so I grabbed Violet and…” James shrugged. “We won. Clever, Noli, to word it like that so you got the money regardless. Not that I ever meant to begrudge you of that. I know you can use it.”

They entered the park.

“Then why bother then?” Noli frowned. Though the Darrow boys, not being human did have an odd sense of fun. “Also, I never meant to cheat her out of it.”

“I know.”

“I feel bad though. You’re right, cheaters don’t win. Even if they’re cheating a dollymop like Missy. But how did you win? It makes about as much sense as you trying to beat us, even though you gave the cake to Violet and I still won the money.” Noli placed her apple in front of the tree.

V put his down as well. “That’s what I’d like to know.”

James grinned and pulled a piece of fruit and a handful of nuts out of his bed sheet and placed them at the base of the tree. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Noli looked to him and shook her head. She just didn't get it. Boys. "Now, can we please go to a party with food? I’m hungry.”

The End

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