Killer Year–The Class of 2007


A Little Taste of Marcus
July 28, 2006, 5:00 am
Filed under: Marcus Sakey, Uncategorized

Excerpted from THE BLADE ITSELF, in stores January 2007

When they were ten, they’d played a game called Pisser. It was a made-up game, but it lasted for almost two years, until Bobby Doyle missed his jump from the roof of a two-story CVS to the fire escape of the building next door and broke both wrists.

When Danny remembered the game, he always felt the way he did when he caught his own voice on an answering machine. It felt familiar, but a little off, too. Like someone else was telling a story that had happened to him.

The leader of the game was the Big Dick. It was a title they fought to earn, though mostly it meant that as they went about their lives, they kept their eyes open for the right kind of opportunity. Say, a new skyscraper going up in the Loop, the concrete and glass of the curtain wall only half-finished, the dark silhouette of a tower crane looming sixty stories up.

Boom. Call a Challenge.

Meet at seven o’clock, the yard deserted except for the security guys drinking coffee in their trailer. Squeeze under the chain link on the far side, keeping low until you’re in the building. The first floors would have actual staircases, what would become the fire steps. After that, plywood ramps. When those ran out, grab the A-frame of the crane, hoist yourself over the rail to the gridwork stairs, and start climbing.

At twenty stories, your calves burn.

At thirty-five stories, you’ve come further than the outside wall. The wind hits.

At fifty stories, five hundred swimming feet of vertigo, people on the street are just dots. Cabs are those mini-Matchbox cars you can put a dozen in your pocket.

At sixty stories, you’ve run out of stories. The building drops away, structural steel blackened by welding marks. You’re climbing the crane to the sky. Start counting steps. Ignore your legs Elvis-ing.

One hundred and eighty steps later, you’ve reached the operator’s cab, the white box like the driver’s seat of a semi. But it’ll be locked, so go up twenty more, to the gangway on top of the mast.

Take panting breaths on the ceiling of the city, the sky indigo around you, the world spread out jeweled at your feet.

Now the Challenge, because that was just warm up.

Step onto the crane arm. The metal grid is maybe two feet wide, but it feels like a tightrope. Indian-walk one foot in front of the other, keeping low to fight the wind, nothing on either side, just a few inches of steel between you and a five-second trip to State Street. Hit so hard, they’d tell each other, your shins come out your shoulders. Hit so hard nobody can tell your head from your ass. Hit so hard your teeth bounce for blocks.

Step. Breathe. Step.

When you reach the end, take a bow. Then hustle back fast as you dare. If you’re the first to ante up, congratulations. You’re the new Big Dick. Pussy out, you’re the Pisser, a little baby still whines for his mommy and wets the sheets. No hair on his nuts. No nuts at all.

It was vivid to Danny, like he could step back into that Challenge today if he wanted. The way his legs had trembled and burned. The way the air cut as he drew it in, far, far above the city-street smells of exhaust and garbage.

Once he took that first step, the fear would fade. His mind would throw up interference, like radio static, that screened out everything but a calm inner monologue and his body’s response to it. The first step wasn’t the hard part.

No, the hard part came before he stepped into the void. The hard part was the waiting, his brain imagining all the things that could go wrong.

All the things he couldn’t control.

All the ways that fate loomed beneath him, hungry, eager for him to slip.

Marcus Sakey

THE BLADE ITSELF – The more you have, the more you have to lose.

Coming in January from St. Martin’s Minotaur

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9 Comments so far
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That kicks ass. I just added your book to my wish list.

Comment by Patrick Shawn Bagley

For minute there, the room I’m sitting in ceased to exist and I was sitting on the top of a crane with my heart in my mouth! I think I stopped breathing when I found out the climb was only the warm-up. Yep, I’ll be on the lookout for this one as soon as January hits.

Comment by Barbie

Take panting breaths on the ceiling of the city…
Man, Marcus, what an image. This is brilliant. Can’t wait for the whole book!

Comment by JT Ellison

Beautiful.

Comment by Tasha Alexander

Thanks, guys! Glad it worked for you–wasn’t sure how it would feel out of context.

Comment by Marcus Sakey

This is fantastic, Marcus. Absolutely can not wait to read The Blade Itself. Based on this, I anticipate having to take a few breathers to keep my head on straight! Wow.

Comment by Brett Battles

Marcus,
This was a totally engrossing read–I felt like I was right there out on the crane arm!! Visceral and evocative.

BTW, Toni and I pre-sold about two dozen books for you while we were at RWA!!

Don’t be surprised if you start getting fan mail from some romance writers

Comment by cj

This book rules… seriously rules!

Comment by Dave White

I didn’t get a chance to read this until this morning, Marcus. Oh man. This is so delectable. Gimme! I want more!

Comment by Bill Cameron




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