Jenna, the main character of the Distant Horizon series, is somewhat notorious for eavesdropping when it comes to trying to gather information.
Today I’ve got a few excerpts of her doing just that… or trying to. đ
In case you haven’t read Distant Horizon yet, here’s an example of what I mean. To catch you up on what’s happening, Jenna is standing outside of her grandfather’s office, listening in on a private conversation between him and the rebel’s mission leader, Jack.
There was a pause, and this time, Jackâs voice was quiet. âNext time, if thereâs even the hint of danger, tell me. Or have Inese do whatever she does and give me a heads up.â
A bit of metal clanged behind me and I jumped, but the hallway was clear.
Mustâve been the vents.
âI do my best,â Pops said. âWhat about the kids? Howâd they do on the field?â
âWell, Lance has a good hand with swords, and heâs exactly the type of guy we need right now, but heâs inexperienced and brash.â
Pops snorted. âYouâre one to talk. What about Tim?â
âBesides being Community, heâs a good kid with a good heart, and he managed to hack the Camaraderieâs communications without them batting an eye. I didnât get a chance to see his shooting skills, but if you want to get Crush on the ground again, Tim should be able to run navigation without a problem.â
Pops cleared his throat. âAnd my granddaughter?â
I pressed closer to the wall.
Jack grunted. âShe needs Inese to teach her to gather intelligence without being caught.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âGiven that sheâs been listening for the past five minutesâŠâ
Heat rushed to my cheeks as the door swung open. Jack smirked. âCome in, kid. Your ears must be burning.â I stared at him, mortified, but he waved me in and pulled the door shut behind us.
Pops stroked his beard, evaluating me. âHow long have you been out there?â
âSince you were arguing about the reason you sent Gwen to Guatemala,â I said sheepishly.
Jack patted my shoulder. âSee? Whatâd I tell ya? She has a knack for the sneaky spy stuff. All she needs now is some training.â
Pops fixed him with a glare and sipped at his coffee. âIâm guessing you have questions about the mission?â
âActuallyâmy parents.â
Pops motioned to a chair with his coffee mug, and I sat, twining my fingers around the pendantâs chain in my pocket. âI want them to know Iâm alive, and whatâs going on in the world. The beasties, the powers. Everything.â
Anyway, her tendency to try overhearing information she’s not supposed to know continues in Fractured Skies... though she hasn’t quite learned how not to get caught.
To fill you in on this excerpt, Jenna has just left the room where she has been eavesdropping on someone she’s not sure she trusts. She’s trying to gather information about the people she’s currently stuck with.
I stepped over Quinâs legs into the other room. He still stared at the wall, his expression blank. I bit my lip, and then slid down next to him. âHey.â
âDone eavesdropping?â
I stared at him. He hadnât moved an inch, save to speak. His hands were clasped over his knees, his chin tilted toward the glass window in the ceiling. His black hair was cropped less than half an inch from his ears, the most Community-oriented hairstyle Iâd seen in a while, though he wasnât Community. He had a rounded face, a smooth, beardless chin, and a lean form. His tunic hugged his chest but gave his arms space for movement.
âYou heard me?â I wrapped my vines close. This guy could easily beat me in a fight. Hopefully Pops was right to trust him.
âDidnât hear you,â he corrected me, still staring at the window. Aside from the reflection of that creepy blue light, there was nothing of interest outside. âYou walked by, but once you went to the other room, they didnât acknowledge your presence. I figured you were trying not to be seen.â
âUmâŠâ I closed my mouth, not really sure what to say. âDoes it⊠I meanââ
A small smile formed at the edge of his lips. âIâm not mad at you, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
âSheâs your partner, so I didnât knowââ
He snorted, still staring at that confounded window. âSheâs my sister, and Iâm a mercenary. Mercenaries eavesdrop.â
âIâm not a mercenary,â I protested, vines quivering with annoyance. Months ago, they responded to my thoughts at a snailâs pace. Now they responded to all my thoughts.
âI didnât say you were.â
I scowled. âYou implied it.â
âNo. I meant only that if I eavesdrop, I should not be angry when others eavesdrop.â
I blinked. Someone who worked for the Camaraderie who talked sense?
Once we get to Starless Night, however, Jenna has a whole new tool for eavesdropping… telepathy. Granted, she’s not always aware she’s using it (and she does have a pesky brain seed that keeps trying to take over and loves using it for her) but the more the seed influences her, the better she gets.
Here, in this excerpt from the beginning of Starless Night, she’s still not that great at using telepathy to read minds.
It doesn’t help that, perhaps, there’s more to the butler than he lets be known.
Though Lady Black droned on, her butler observed me with a cutting blue gaze. Uneasiness flitted through me.
Something about that butlerâŠ
My thoughts strained to reach his surface thoughts. Why did he make me so nervous? Tell me who you areâŠ
I slammed into a steel wall of nothing.
You may call me Stuart, Miss Nickleson, he responded, his mental voice chillingly precise. I am Lady Blackâs butler. And you will find that I am not so generous as the ambassadors regarding who I allow into my head. If you have a question, you need only ask. I am quite forthcoming on a good many topics.
I swallowed hard, ducking my head so I didnât have to see him watching me. Iâd done it againâtried reading someoneâ s mind without thinking about how I didnât want them reading mine.
And that’s it for Jenna sneaking around today and eavesdropping today!
Do you have any favorite characters with sneaky skills? đ
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Sneak around with Jenna in the Distant Horizon series!



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