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Product Description What happens when you live longer than you wanted to? Parvin Blackwater wanted to die, but now she's being called to be a leader. The only problem is, no one wants to follow. The Council uses Jude's Clock-matching invention to force "new-and-improved" Clocks on the public. Those who can't afford one are packed into boxcars like cattle and used for the Council's purposes. Parvin and Hawke find themselves on a cargo ship of Radicals headed out to sea. What will the Council do to them? And why are people suddenly dying before their Clocks have zeroed-out? Book Two in the "Out of Time" series. Review " A Time to Speak ... is well written, keeping readers thoroughly engaged through effortless dialogue and vivid descriptions that are a feast for the senses ." -- Marta Tandori, professional reviewer for Readers' Favorite About the Author Carol Award winner and Christy Award finalist, Nadine Brandes is an adventurer, fusing authentic faith with bold imagination. She never received her Hogwarts letter, but rest assured she's no Muggle (and would have been in Ravenclaw House, thank you very much.) This Harry Potter super-nerd has been known to eat an entire package of Oreos (family size) by herself, and watches Fiddler on the Roof at least once a year. She writes about brave living, finding purpose, and other worlds soaked in imagination. Her dystopian trilogy (The Out of Time Series) challenged her to pursue shalom, which is now her favorite word (followed closely by bumbershoot.) When Nadine's not taste-testing a new chai or editing fantasy novels, she and her knight-in-shining armor (nickname: "hubby") are out pursuing adventures. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. A Time to Speak The Out of Time Series: Book Two By Nadine Brandes Third Day Books, LLC Copyright © 2015 Nadine Brandes All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-62184-055-8 CHAPTER 1 I've been robbed of my death. A date was set, a coffin prepared, and a grave dug in the earth, yet I breathe against my own will as my brother is lowered six feet down. The smooth wood coffin displays the best of Father's carpentry skill. Did he originally carve it for me? Enforcers surround the gravesite — black human pillars lined with bullets, staring straight ahead. Probably making sure I don't run. Solomon Hawke is not among them. A pall of autumn leaves covers the Unity Village graveyard, the only disrupted portion of ground being Reid's grave. Lumps of black earth wait to enclose him in permanent night. Everything about this funeral feels wrong. Reid should not be buried. He should be cremated and scattered in the most adventurous locations. He is — was — a traveler, not meant to stay in one place. But his wife, Tawny, insisted. Perhaps she wants a grave to visit. I try to meet her eyes. Does she blame me for his death? Her gaze is fixed on Reid, as though she can see through the lid of carved wood concealing his face. She stands with her hands folded in front of her, wobbling on the soft ground in high heels. She wears a short ivory dress with long sleeves off the shoulders and a braided tan belt. I wear black. Tawny takes shuddering gasps and blinks hard while tears paint trails down her smooth cheeks. I should be standing by her, creating a bond as sisters, but I'm a criminal. Because I live, her husband — my brother — is dead. I am the last of the Blackwater triplets. I rub my hand against my raw left wrist, growing more and more used to the space that used to be my left hand. An Enforcer removed the shackles so I can at least toss a memento into Reid's grave. The Enforcers don't intimidate me anymore. They all know I'm a Radical, but they have no harm to offer me. "Time to go." A black Enforcer — the same one who held me captive at my hearing, sentenced me to the Wall, and shoved me through the Opening — claps the metal ring to my wrist. I don't want to go with him. He has no heart. "Wait." The first scoo