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Sons of Liberty by Adele Griffin [Excerpt]

Sons of Liberty by Adele Griffin [Excerpt]

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When life in his house becomes intolerable, Rock considers revolution.

It’s two a.m., it’s snowing, and the Kindle boys are working on the roof. This is just another in a long string of interrupted nights—early morning wake-up calls that their father uses to teach endurance, discipline, and a respect for authority. He is a tough man, unforgiving and quick to anger, and the boys express their fear of him in different ways. Cliff is rebellious, while Rock escapes into Revolutionary War history, and struggles to understand where his loyalties lie.

When the boys’ friend Liza decides to run away from her abusive stepfather, Rock and Cliff help her escape. As life in the Kindle house becomes unbearable, Rock wonders if he should run away as well. But would leaving be an act of treason?

Learn more: http://www.openroadmedia.com/sons-of-liberty
When life in his house becomes intolerable, Rock considers revolution.

It’s two a.m., it’s snowing, and the Kindle boys are working on the roof. This is just another in a long string of interrupted nights—early morning wake-up calls that their father uses to teach endurance, discipline, and a respect for authority. He is a tough man, unforgiving and quick to anger, and the boys express their fear of him in different ways. Cliff is rebellious, while Rock escapes into Revolutionary War history, and struggles to understand where his loyalties lie.

When the boys’ friend Liza decides to run away from her abusive stepfather, Rock and Cliff help her escape. As life in the Kindle house becomes unbearable, Rock wonders if he should run away as well. But would leaving be an act of treason?

Learn more: http://www.openroadmedia.com/sons-of-liberty

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 CHAPTER ONETHE SUGAR ACT
TONIGHT WOULD BE INTERRUPTED. Rock couldn’t figurehow he knew, but he did.
 Drip-plip, drip-plip, drip-plip;
waterpooled in the plastic bucket Rock’s mother had stuck on the landing between the two upstairs bedrooms. Rock listened to the drips— would the plinking rhythm lull him into sleep, or prevent it?He listened harder, for the soft brush of newspaper pagesturning in Cliff’s bedroom. His brother usually worked on his designslate at night, spread-eagling the real-estate section, drawing pad, andhimself underneath his bed, his body tensed for their father’s voice vibrations in the floorboards, in case he planned a surprise checkup.It was way after midnight, though. Cliff was long asleep. Rock flopped onto his side and raised his head, punching and twisting hispillow. Maybe he should turn on his lamp and work on his paper, geta few more index cards done, if sleep was evading him for now.
 Drip-plip, drip-plip.
 
SONS OF LIBERTY  Adele Griffin
 
 
He pressed and rubbed his thumbs against the back of his neck, willing himself into relaxation, but his heart skittered uneasily underthe floor of his chest and he could feel a fat wad of tension folded intothe space between his shoulder blades. He squeezed his eyes shuttight and tried to let warmth and darkness fog over him. Uneasily, hedrifted.“Okay, men. Everybody up.” A flood of electric light and the steady clapping of his father’shands jolted Rock awake. The colors of his room blurred before hissquinting eyes. He knew it. I knew it, Dad, he felt like saying. He andhis father were in touch that way.Rock could see only the crook of an arm and a white shirtsleeve, but he knew that his father stood in the landing with his feet plantedfar apart and his arms crossed at the chest. His Mr. Clean pose, Cliff called it.Rock snapped back the quilt and jumped to his feet.“Cliff, up.” Quietly. Their father hardly ever raised his voice.“Oh, for chrissa—”“You hear me now, Cliff.”“I got my Spanish quiz tomor—”“You want trouble, sailor?”“Naw, no. No trouble.”Rock held himself straight at attention; chin raised, shouldersleveled, hands cupped at his sides. He blinked back the tirednessfrom his eyes, shook it out of his head, smiled grimly. He might befifteen months younger than Cliff, but Rock had always been quickerto his feet at surprise wake-ups.Now their father leaned in the door frame and nodded at him.“Your brother can’t seem to get going. Rock, you want to help him
SONS OF LIBERTY  Adele Griffin

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