Excerpt #1 from Evan's Castle, by Tracy Fabre, ©2008

          “You know what,” I said. “I think it’s time you told me something about yourself.”
        Evan raised one eyebrow. “Oh, yes?”
        “You have somehow wormed a lot of my secrets out of me, and you’ve come to my rescue with both legal and illegal skills. I feel like an open book.”  Okay, that was a bit of  a lie, but he did know a lot more about me than I ever expected he would.  “Yet you, on the other hand, remain a closed book.”
        He leaned back in his chair, smiling speculatively.  “What don’t you know? Read an article.”
        “Such modesty,” I tsked. “I know the basics, yes.  You learned Latin in the womb, you built a hydrogen car from scratch on your first birthday—before your nap—and by the time you were five you'd translated the complete works of Shakespeare into Finnish, and constructed an equation for time-travel that allowed you to go back and prove that dinosaurs became extinct because of second-hand smoke.”
        Evan was laughing. “I was a wonder, wasn’t I?”
        “But tell me something I don’t know. Tell me something you wouldn’t tell an interviewer.”
        “Ah,” he said, still amused. “I’m not sure what you’re looking for.”
        “Something to explain… you.”

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