Thursday, January 21, 2016


Today is the day that I have re-awakened from the dead after one year much like the heroine of our novel, SHALLOW GRAVES. What is SHALLOW GRAVES you ask? Well, let me tell you.

When seventeen-year-old Breezy Lin wakes up in a shallow grave one year after her death, she doesn’t remember who killed her or why. All she knows is that she’s somehow conscious—and not only that, she’s able to sense who around her is hiding a murderous past. In life, Breezy was always drawn to the elegance of the universe and the mystery of the stars. Now she must set out to find answers and discover what is to become of her in the gritty, dangerous world to which she now belongs—where killers hide in plain sight and a sinister cult is hunting for strange creatures like her. What she finds is at once empowering, redemptive, and dangerous.
January 26th 2016 by Katherine Tegen Books

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About Kali Wallace:

Kali Wallace studied geology and geophysics before she decided she enjoyed inventing imaginary worlds as much as she liked researching the real one. Her short fiction has appeared in Clarkesworld, F&SF, Asimov's, Lightspeed Magazine, and Her first novel will be published by Katherine Tegen Books in 2016. She lives in southern California.

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But wait, you said you just woke from the grave! Tell me more!!!

It is pitch black all around me and I wonder what the hell happened that it’s all black, not even a speck of moonlight. I try to stretch and the back of my hand hits something soft and cushioned. That’s when I take stock of my surroundings. It smells earthy and dank, and my back is resting on something that isn’t entirely comfortable. I stretch my feet which actually kind of hurt toward whatever is below me and find nothing, so I scooch down to try to get out that why and almost immediately after my first scooch my feet hit something.

Why am I wearing a dress and heels? What the hell happened last night?

Then the panic sets in.

Have I been kidnapped? Is this a sick joke? Is something trying to murder me? Putting me in a small box and burying me alive?

Oh my god. Have I been buried alive?

I wonder for a moment if this is how Buffy felt, waking up after being dead for a year, stuck in a small box not sure of where she is and what happened. And being hungry too, my stomach gives an untimely growl.

This isn’t something that my self-defense teacher taught us. I was supposed to be able to prevent something like this from happening. Not that I remember anything from any of those classes anyway.

I take in a deep breath, and focus on the space above my head. Does the air seem a little thin to you? I squirm so that my arms are no longer pinned at my side. I can do this, I tell myself, it’s just a coffin and some dirt I need to claw myself out of. No big deal.

As I claw my way through the padding in the box, I consider why someone would go through so much trouble to kill me. Then I recall all of those Criminal Minds episodes I watched that gave me nightmares, and I realize I will never understand why. Some guy’s mother probably died and seeing her in the coffin made him want to kill her over and over again to preserve her beauty or some shit.

My nails scratch against wood and I pause. If this is some nice coffin, it stands to reason that I cannot scratch my way through a coffin. Nor do I think I have that kind of discipline, to rip my nails off to get out of here, but then again, I’ve never been in a life or death situation, and so I try.

Once dirt starts to pour in, I try to focus on what I’m going to do once I get out of here. I’m going to stop and get a cheeseburger, maybe a McDonalds one. I know they’re not all that good for you, but I almost DIED. It makes you understand that life is short. At one point as I’m crawling out, my entire 5’5” body surrounded by dirt, unable to breathe, I thought to myself, maybe I won’t be able to do this.

Then my head breaks the surface of the ground and my lungs choke in a breath of fresh air. I think that there might be a worm in my dress and that I lost a shoe, but I am out of the ground hacking out a lung. I hear a startled scream and turn to look to see a few teenagers surrounding a lit candle in the dark. They don’t look like they were expecting me, so to see if they’re in good spirits, I speak.

“Boo!” I say softly and that’s when they all scream and run. I want to run after them just to feel the ground beneath my feet and the wind in my hair and the stretch of my tired muscles, but I need to get out of the ground first.

Then I think about what I really want to do, where I want to go and who I want to see, and I think the answer becomes obvious, and although it garners so many looks as I walk, more like wander, and eventually just sway because exhaustion is taking my toll, I walk until I find myself here. The place that is home to my heart.

I walk until I find you.

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