The page 70 Test (or 69th if you don’t count the title page) is far enough into a book to give a prospective reading a better snapshot of the entire book’s style. For more info on this check out these two blogs:
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Below is my 70th page of Lindsay Ackerman is a Witch. Let me know what you think! Would you want to read my full novel?
Lindsay Ackerman is a Witch
By D. A. Niel
The floor went first, then Nora, then me just inches away from her. In the fall I wrapped my arms around her and rotated so I would be under her to take the brunt of the impact. Once I had Nora in my arms, I lost my concentration on the dome and it vanished. Our eyes met in the briefest of seconds but I saw she still had life in her dark brown eyes.
We hit the kitchen island hard and what little wind I had was knocked out of me. I tried to catch my breath but only felt scorching heat fill my lungs. The ceiling was falling down all around us. The kitchen was being ravaged by fire. I had to get us out, air or no air. There wasn’t any more time.
The fall had knocked Nora unconscious and I could see she was bleeding from her head. I gathered her limp body up into my arms. The front door was no longer there and in its place, fire. I had no other exit route except the bay window in the kitchen. It didn’t open. That didn’t matter. Protecting Nora as much as I could, I burst through the bay window in a glitter of glass, with the flames of the fire following us feeding on the outside air.
We hit the front porch, bounced through the railing, and in a heap landed in the front yard to the yells of my parents and neighbors. Right before the chaos all around me turned black, I heard the sirens of approaching fire trucks and at the edge of our yard I saw Lindsay standing there with that pompous smirk on her face, waving her little finger at me.
I woke up to sunlight streaming through an unfamiliar window lined with three vases of flowers. The beams of sunlight sparkled off the floating dust motes. There was a strong antiseptic, clinical smell in the air and it burned to breathe. There were tiny beeps going off at intermittent variables. I felt tethered and saw I was hooked up to an IV line, heart rate monitor, and oxygen tubes. I was in the hospital.