![]() Resurrection: Sign of Six
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble -- EXCERPT: I turn my back on Uriah, a man I love, but a man who is also more dangerously complicated than an armed IED. He doesn’t try to follow me. He knows better. In many ways, we are too much alike, and that makes our arguments predictable. It also makes them repetitive. I pull my jacket around my shoulders and I head to the trails that lead toward the glacier, away from the noise and activity of the base. I just need to be alone for a while. I need to clear my head. I am the president, and small arguments – even romantic relationships – cannot be allowed to distract me from my job. I wander through the gravelly, dirt trails, the frigid temperatures pinching my cheeks, turning them red. I pick my way through slick shale and sparse shrubbery as I get closer to the glacier itself, blue and white and crusted with dirt. Truth be told, up close, the glacier looks like a sea of aged snow clumped in a massive pile, something that needs to melt into the landscape but never does. I stop at the edge of the glacier, standing on an outcropping of rock. Here, away from the noise of the base, despite being protected inside its perimeters, I get a small semblance of silence and peace. The glacier rises up into the mountains that surround the base, stretching for thirteen long, frozen miles. I sit on the rock and pull my knees to my chest, wondering what the nanobots are doing inside my body. I know that in Clare and Jay, deviating from their programmed directive would result in their immediate death. But what is my directive? What has Ayad programmed these bots to do? Are they going to kill me if I try and pick up a gun? Are they going to shut me down if I attempt to give a speech? As president of the Western Republic, there are a million everyday tasks that could result in my potential termination. Am I supposed to pause everything until our doctors can figure out how to remove these things from my body? I press the palms of my hands against my forehead. That’s exactly what Chris wants me to do. Press pause. Hang back and wait until they figure this thing out. So not my style. If patience if a virtue, then I’m the most non-virtuous person on this planet. I don’t want to sit around and wait for Ayad to kill me. If I’m going to die, I’ll die doing the same thing I’ve been doing every day since the Collapse: fighting. Fighting for the simple freedom of taking a walk and admiring a glacier. These are the things that will be taken from us if Ayad or the EC dominates the Western Republic in this already too-bloody Civil War. I cannot allow that. We already destroyed Omega and their strongholds across the globe during the Last Stand. Ayad may be clinging to shreds of Omega religion and loyalties, but that alone is not enough to resurrect their full might. He relies on deception, trickery, and propaganda to rally people to his cause. A movement based on deception can be brought to its knees. The only question is…how? ![]()
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Janet W.
12/8/2018 07:08:19 am
I would put any of Sue Grafton's alphabet series books in my survival bag!
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Amy F
12/8/2018 07:48:40 am
Tough choice! Dark Lover by JR Ward.
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Sherry
12/8/2018 11:59:56 am
Seize the Night by Sherrilyn Kenyon is one of the.
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Dale Wilken
12/8/2018 11:11:57 pm
The Bible.
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Sally Hill
12/10/2018 12:47:22 pm
Well I do love dystopia, so I might just put Resurrection in my survival bag! It looks great!
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Bea LaRocca
12/11/2018 01:08:33 am
War and Peace! I've never read it but I hear that it's very long so it should keep me busy during whatever downtime I can get during the apocalypse or whatever.
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