
Arndt applied the Page 69 Test to her new novel, House of Hearts, and reported the following:
From page 69:Visit Skyla Arndt's website.She’s a stray gust of wind down the corridor, her body so paper thin that she breezes forward without the slightest sound. I’m hypnotized by the arch of her heels and the sway of her tiptoes inches off the floor.I honestly didn’t know what to expect! I was 99% sure that I would randomly flip to this page and have nothing to show for it, but I was pleasantly surprised. Not only is this one of my favorite scenes in the book, but the passage perfectly encapsulates the heart of House of Hearts (pun intended). House of Hearts centers around a girl enrolling in a private academy to follow in the footsteps of her dead best friend–and on page 69, you see my MC, Violet, literally following her dead BFF’s footsteps. Only a couple pages prior, Violet Harper had been dancing in the school masquerade ball when she spotted a horrifyingly familiar face in the crowd: the unmasked, spitting image of her friend, Emoree. Readers jumping to this spot in the book will find Violet trailing after Emoree’s ghost as if spellbound.
We enter a deserted parlor room, and the candles flicker upon our arrival. Velvet curtains billow down from the ceiling and sensuously frame a matching set of oxblood leather armchairs.
Beyond them, a fireplace sits untouched, the logs blackened behind an iron grate. Oleander Lockwell hangs like an omnipresent god above the mantle. In this painting, the gray strands from Sutherland Hall have won the battle; they dominate his hair and the fringes of his beard. He’s stern-faced and harsh in the low lighting, painted in the violent strokes of a hurried artist who couldn’t get away fast enough.
Emoree doesn’t spare the man a parting glance. Her attention is reserved for an object on an end table, her finger tracing a careful pattern in the air as she studies it. She breaks away the moment I get close and I can’t help it, my curiosity gets the best of me. I pick up what turns out to be a wooden labyrinth, a perfect miniature of the hedge maze outside. I brush my thumb across the careful ridges and chart the same path she did, starting in the clearing in the center to the exit, but I feel no residual warmth in her wake.
I don’t feel any warmth at all.
The body heat in the ballroom is a distant memory. What I’m left with is an icy pocket of frigid air. My breath clouds the late summer air, and I marvel at the ghost of it leaving my lips. It shouldn’t be this cold in here, but then again, Emoree shouldn’t be here.
Beyond that, I think it gives a great sense for the type of atmosphere you will find in the book. What says spooky dark academia more than a ghost leading you out of a haunted ballroom into an abandoned study?
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