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Dear Wallflower
by Sara Secora
Genre: Poetry
Release Date: February 2020

Summary:

Indulge your sensibilities in curated poetry and prose found only off the beaten path. These sentimental vignettes are the portal to a world where clouds float in an endless river, wallflowers blossom with untamed iridescence, and love can awaken even the most dormant of hearts. Leave stonewall reserves behind and soar into the abounding highs of self-discovery. Unlock your imagination and open the storybook of your soul as you cross the great divide between romanticism and reality. The bewildering depths of spirit lie in wait for those brave enough to take that imperative first step within.

Excerpt poems:

They call her a doll; porcelain and perfect by design.

Yet she knows what they truly think—she’s a doll;

a fragile toy easily left behind.

 

 

 

 

 

a skeleton of love between.

doors long closed,

splayed keys

and rusted things.

the unbecoming love

reversing hearts into strangers.

 

 

 

 

 

I dumped my love into dirt holes

hoping to plant a tree

but what grew were brittle twigs

and sad, unwanted weeds

all along I simply thought it was just me

that my love grew into pointless things

it’s when I walked between the verdant trees

admiring their grandeur and what I wished to be

that the stones rattled in my chest as my foot slid

into a hole I had never seen, in a place I had never been

with only a drop left to give, I tipped my love in

it sprouted into something more than I ever thought

I could even be

then flowers budded,

reaching every one of my branches

and I blossomed.

 

 

Guest post on poetry

 

I was young when I would scribble on blank pages and let my emotions trickle out a word at a time. I didn’t know then that what I was doing was writing poetry and prose. The process came so naturally to me and lifted my heart out grim places. It would invoke smiles and tears—both equally appreciated moments.

 

Then, as I grew into myself and into my position as an author, I unknowingly steered away from poetry, taking to more traditional genres such as young adult and fantasy novels.

 

For a long while, I would aimlessly scroll through Instagram and read endless posts from poets. The depth found in those terse words ignited that flame within me, inspiring old feelings I had lost touch with.

 

Now I’ve fallen hard and fast into poetry once more, and I think this time, it’s here to stay. Dear Wallflower, the return to where it all began, and the blossoming into something new.

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About the Author

Sara Secora has a passion for all things gamer and nerdy, as evidenced on her YouTube channel, AviGaming. She is also a well-branded voice over artist.

Secora has always been in love with writing, and nearly a decade ago, she finally turned her talents to the arduous endeavor of authoring an exciting fantasy trilogy. Her whimsical stories are full of enchantment, mystique, and insight—destined to intrigue readers of any age.

Secora lives in Detroit, Michigan, where she continues to explore old and new avenues for her talent and hard work.

 

Author Links: Website | Goodreads | Twitter | Instagram | Youtube
 

 

 

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APRIL IN GALWAY by Martha Reynolds Spotlight Tour and Giveaway

Join Us for this Tour from February 3 - February 21!

BOOK DETAILS:
Book Title:  April in Galway (A Happily Ever After Series Book 2) by Martha Reynolds
Category:  Adult Fiction (18+)
Genre:  Women's Fiction, Romance
Publisher:  Martha Reynolds
Release date:   October 2018
Tour dates: February 3 to February 21, 2020
Content Rating: PG + M: Little if any profanity (maybe a 'shit' in there somewhere), but consenting adults and romantic pursuits. I prefer to close the door when it heats up.

BOOK DESCRIPTION:
Bill Flanagan's no stranger to regrets, so when he stumbles upon the chance to erase one from his long record, he jumps at it. April Tweed's reinvigorated acting career may suggest she's left her past behind, but some memories don't let go easily, even thirty years later. The most important person from her past has tracked her down in Ireland, where she's filming a miniseries. Past collides with present when April finds herself stuck between her high school sweetheart, Bill, and her persistently amorous co-star, Connor. Both of them are determined to win her heart as fresh starts war against second chances.

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MEET THE AUTHOR:

Martha Reynolds was raised in Rhode Island, spent a year of college in Switzerland, and is always planning a return visit. She completed an accomplished career as a fraud investigator and decided it was time to do something she really liked.
She now writes full-time and has set a personal goal of releasing a book a year until she dies. Her writing has appeared in Magnificat magazine and her very short poem was read by journalist Connie Schultz during NPR's Tell Me More poetry challenge.
Her novel VILLA DEL SOL won the 2018 Book Award in Literary Fiction by the Independent Publishers of New England.

Connect with the author:   Website  ~ Twitter ~ Facebook ~ Instagram

TOUR SCHEDULE:

Feb 3 - Rockin' Book Reviews – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 3 – Working Mommy Journal – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 3 - Books,Dreams,Life – book spotlight
Feb 5 – StoreyBook Reviews – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 6 - bless their hearts mom – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 7 – Locks, Hooks and Books – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 10 - 100 Pages A Day – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 11 – Book Corner News and Reviews – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 12 - Corinne Rodrigues | Booksnista – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 13 –The Avid Reader – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 14 - My Devotional Thoughts – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 14 - Bookmark and fork – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 17 – Laura`s Interests – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 18 - Library of Clean Reads – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 18 – b for bookreview – book spotlight
Feb 19 - eBook addicts – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 20 – Read and Review – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 21  – Literary Flits – book spotlight / giveaway

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ALL'S WELL IN JINGLE VALLEY by Martha Reynolds Spotlight Tour

Join Us for this Tour from February 10 - February 28!

BOOK DETAILS:

Book Title:  All's Well in Jingle Valley (A Happily Ever After Series Book 3) by Martha Reynolds
Category:  Adult Fiction (18+)
Genre:  Women's Fiction, Romance
Publisher:  Martha Reynolds
Release date:   October 2019
Tour dates: February 10 to February 28, 2020
Content Rating: PG + M: I use this rating because there may be a little profanity (although I tend not to be explicit - there might be a 'shit' in there somewhere). Adults being adults, a hint at adultery, but nothing explicit in language or with sexual content.

BOOK DESCRIPTION:

It's been three years since Julie Tate and her business partner Freddy saved the farm at Jingle Valley and set up their boutique wedding business. After much hard work, and some challenging clients, it finally looks like they're well on their way to success. Newly single, Julie's trying not to envy the happiness enjoyed by her wedding clients. But it's difficult to keep her mind on the job when her days are filled with other people's romances. And when a door she thought was closed appears to open again, her confusion deepens.

Second-chance couple April and Bill clearly adore each other, and they love the idea of getting married at Jingle Valley. But with each bringing complicated histories to their relationship, will their pasts interfere with them tying the knot?

As autumn softens into winter at the beautiful Massachusetts farm, Julie resolves to do everything she can to ensure a happy ending for her clients. But despite her best efforts, will there be fewer weddings than planned at Jingle Valley this year? Or could there be more?

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MEET THE AUTHOR:

Martha Reynolds was raised in Rhode Island, spent a year of college in Switzerland, and is always planning a return visit. She completed an accomplished career as a fraud investigator and decided it was time to do something she really liked.
She now writes full-time and has set a personal goal of releasing a book a year until she dies. Her writing has appeared in Magnificat magazine and her very short poem was read by journalist Connie Schultz during NPR's Tell Me More poetry challenge.
Her novel VILLA DEL SOL won the 2018 Book Award in Literary Fiction by the Independent Publishers of New England.

Connect with the author:   Website  ~ Twitter ~ Facebook ~ Instagram

TOUR SCHEDULE:

Feb 10 – Rockin' Book Reviews – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 10 - Working Mommy Journal – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 10 - Books,Dreams,Life – book spotlight
Feb 11 – The Avid Reader – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 12 – My Devotional Thoughts – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 13 – Library of Clean Reads – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 14 – 100 Pages A Day – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 17 – Bookmark and fork – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 18 – Book Corner News and Reviews – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 18 - b for bookreview – book spotlight
Feb 19 – Corinne Rodrigues | Booksnista – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 20 – StoreyBook Reviews – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 21 – Laura`s Interests – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 24 – Read and Review – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 25 – My Reading Journeys – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 26 – eBook addicts – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 27 – Locks, Hooks and Books – book spotlight / giveaway
Feb 28 - Literary Flits – book spotlight / giveaway

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Kindom of Broken Iron Cover Reveal

Today Mallory McCartney and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover for KINGDOM OF BROKEN IRON, the third book in her Black Dawn Fantasy series, which releases September 22, 2020! Check out the awesome cover and enter to win a $10 Amazon GC!

On to the reveal!

About The Book:

Title: KINGDOM OF BROKEN IRON (Black Dawn #3)

Author: Mallory McCartney

Pub. Date: September 22, 2020

Publisher: MM Books

Formats: Hardcover, Paperback, eBook

Pages: ?

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“Together, they will rise.”

“You are bringing war upon us. Asking my people to die for you. Asking me to trust you. You and I don’t know the first thing about each other.”

Something sinister is sweeping across Kiero, and war threatens to rip apart the remains of Black Dawn Rebellion.

Distraught by the decisions she made while in the Draken Mountains with Adair, Emory Fae, Queen of Kiero, is hiding a deadly secret, and now, Emory is seeking aid from Marquis Maher, King of the Shattered Isles, in the looming war.

With Brokk by her side, they search for answers and aid from the Shattered Isles, a country that has remained protected from Adair’s wrath across the Black Sea. While there, Emory will learn the weight of what it means to be Queen, but what will she sacrifice to save the ones she loves?

Since the Academy fell and the Black Dawn rebellion scattered, Brokk Foster’s past and the truth about his lineage has come to light. Brokk and his newly found immortal fey warriors are skeptical of Marquis and his terms to a new alliance. Being torn between love and Brokk’s loyalty to the rebellion, he will have to decide whether to remain true to his cause or follow a destiny he never wanted.

Together, can Emory and Brokk make an alliance in time to return to Kiero and aid the rebels?   

Nyx Astire, new clan leader to the raiders in the Risco Desert, has lost everything. With no word on if the town of Pentharrow has survived under Azarius Walsh’s command, Nyx tries to rally the Dust Clan and prepare them to ally with any remaining members of the Black Dawn Rebellion. But tradition and her past throws Nyx into a dynamic ruling. Will she do anything to ensure Kiero’s survival from her new point of power?

Kingdom of Broken Iron is the third installment in the bestselling Black Dawn series.  Can friendship, love, and fellowship defy an enemy Kiero has never seen before?

Haven’t started the series? Grab book 1, HEIR OF LIES (ONLY 99 cents!) and book 2 QUEEN TO ASHES now!

About Mallory:

Mallory McCartney currently lives in Sarnia, Ontario with her husband and their three dachshunds Link, Lola and Leonard. When she isn’t working on her next novel or reading, she can be found day dreaming about fantasy worlds and hiking. Other favorite pastimes involve reorganizing perpetually overflowing bookshelves and seeking out new coffee and dessert shops.

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One lucky winner will receive a $10 Amazon Gift Card, International.

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Men of Valor Blitz

I am so excited that the MEN OF VALOR ANTHOLOGY by authors Yolanda Olson, Dani René, Holly J. Gill, Asleigh Giannoccaro, Anna Edwards, Catherine Wiltcher, India R. Adams, N.M Catalano, Cole Denton, & Dee Garcia is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful charity anthology, be sure to check out all the details below.

This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $10 Amazon Gift Card, International, courtesy of the authors and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.

About the Book:

Title: MEN OF VALOR ANTHOLOGY

Authors: Yolanda Olson, Dani René, Holly J. Gill, Asleigh Giannoccaro, Anna Edwards, Catherine Wiltcher, India R. Adams, N.M Catalano, Cole Denton, & Dee Garcia

Pub. Date: February 7, 2020

Publisher: Amazon Digital Services

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 553

Find it: Goodreads, Amazon

FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED!!!

In the depth of the bright orange glow, come the Men of Valor.

These are the heroes who risk their lives to save ours.

They’re the men who walk into the inferno,

Who step between the heat of danger,

And give themselves in order to save lives.

They’re fearless, they’re heroic, and it’s time to honor them.

All proceeds of this anthology will be donated to the CFA (Country Fire Association). As fire wages war with Australia, we would like to do our part in helping. Fall in love with the firemen in each story, while giving back a small part by purchasing a copy today!

Check out all the awesome covers!

Giveaway Details:

1 winner will win a $10 Amazon Gift Card, INTERNATIONAL.

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Scorpion Cover Reveal

Today Jeff Sweat and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover and an exclusive content for SCORPION, the sequel to his YA Dystopian, MAYFLY which releases June 23, 2020! Check out the awesome cover and enter to win an ARC!

On to the reveal! 

Title: SCORPION (Mayfly #2)

Author: Jeff Sweat

Pub. Date: June 23, 2020

Publisher: Feiwel and Friends

Formats: Hardcover, eBook

Pages: 432

Find it:  Amazon, Kindle, B&N, iBooks, Kobo, TBD, Goodreads

In Scorpion, the sequel to Jeff Sweat's YA futuristic thriller Mayfly, Jemma, Lady, and Pico all left the Holy Wood to seek answers to the End, and when they find the Old Guys—the only adults to have survived the original wipeout of everyone over the age of seventeen—they think they've found help at last.

But there's a lot the Old Guys aren't telling them. In fact, some of them don't seem interested in solving the End at all and just want Jemma and her friends to leave. Meanwhile, war is brewing among the tribes of the rest of the Children. Jemma's old home has fallen into disorder, and is far from prepared for battle. It won't be long before the fighting reaches Jemma and the Old Guys, if they even live to see it.

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Prologue: The Ice Cream Man Massacre

Little Man tries to wait for the screaming to stop before he enters the battlefield, but he can’t help himself.

The ice cream carts are tossed carelessly around the outside of the bank that used to be Ice Cream Men’s Hydin Hole, as if giant hands had been digging for toys. The Ice Cream Men are lying on the ground, just bodies now. It’s a horrible, bloody mess, carried out by monsters. Little Man hasn’t been so proud of himself since the first time he made a Giant.

One of those Giants stands next to him, breathing hard and splattered in blood. Patrick. He used to be one of Little Man’s enemies in the Cluster, but now he’s as loyal as he is mean. He’s also frozen in time by the Making that will keep him from dying young, and that stimulates extra growth. Seeing him plowing through the Ice Cream Men as if they weren’t there? That’s a good day.

Stanford, his captain and Head of the Jocks, makes his way through the wreckage, not looking down at the bodies at his feet. “A hundred down on their side, Little Man,” Stanford says.

“And us?” he says. Not that he cares. He wishes he had been able to bring the Last Lifers with him to jump in front of the Ice Cream Men’s bullets, but the Cluster said it would be too much for this battle. They’re still stung by the loss to the Kingdom only weeks ago. Little Man wasn’t leading that one, but the Chosen has been coming to rescue him. The blame got so intense that Little Man had to kill one of the captains of that attack to shut them up.

“Six.” Little Man smiles.

The Cluster, the council that thinks it still runs the Chosen, warned him not to do this. The Ice Cream Men were too important. They provided too much food to the Chosen. What they really meant is they brought all the delicacies and the pills the Cluster loves.

“How many guns?” Little Man says.

“Fifty.”

“There should be more.” Still, the Cluster will be happy. It will give Little Man all he needs to launch the real war against the Angelenos—and the Kingdom.

“We have some survivors inside the bank,” Stanford says.

“Start questioning them,” Little Man says. He doesn’t want to kill them all, not yet. He wanted more weapons to make sure his war goes his way. Everyone knows the Ice Cream Men held all their extra weapons and riches in safe spots throughout Ell Aye, places they called Hydin Holes. It would only take a few living victims to flush those out.

Blood coats the glass wall of the bank next to him. He steps out gingerly among the bodies. He pushes down his revulsion. He doesn’t mind this. He knows he’s looking at the beginnings of the Battle of Ell Aye.

The boys and girls lying on the ground are mostly dead. When they’re not, he motions to Patrick, who casually stabs them with his lance.

He steps over a body—and sees the body stir. He looks down, calling for Patrick. The boy beneath him rolls over, and Pico starts. He’s never seen this boy before—but he has. This is the Ice Cream Man he saw in a vision in the Haze, the one who traded with Jemma and Pico and Lady.

And he really wants to know where Jemma and Pico and Lady are.

“Let’s keep this one breathing for now,” he says to Patrick.

Little Man squats next to the boy and drips water down his throat. Gently. “It’s okay,” he says. “It’s all gonna be okay.”

“Doubt it,” the Ice Cream Man says. He’s right. Looks like he’s been shot in the gut and the leg.

“How you feeling?” Little Man says. “Bet you’re a little sore, huh?”

“You some kind of nurse?”

“Yeah. I’m a nurse,” Little Man says. Warm.

The Ice Cream Man blinks. He tries to focus on Little Man, but his attention falls to Little Man’s arm, to the tattooed bars on the inside of his wrist. He’s thinking what they all think: Three kills, on a kid who is this small and this young?

The boy’s voice comes out as a croak. “You Little Man,” he says.

Tommy is surprised, really surprised. “Normally people don’t figure that out,” he says. “I’m easy to look past.” He’s usually just little Tommy, small and nine and blond. Smart but harmless.

“I don’t look . . .” The Ice Cream Man stops, and forgets what he was going to say. Maybe it’s the blood seeping out of his thigh. Someone has tied it off in a tourniquet. “You come for our guns,” the Ice Cream Man says.

Little Man nods. “Little Man meets the Ice Cream Man,” he says. “You’re smart. I like you.”

“You a tiny little weird little dick,” the boy says.

“Well, now I like you less,” Little Man says.

How much time does he have before the Ice Cream Man bleeds out? Five minutes? He has to get him talking.

“We got friends in common,” Little Man says. “The kids from the Holy Wood.”

The Ice Cream Man seems to remember them. “Jemma . . . ?”

“I want to know where they went,” Little Man says.

“You gon kill em?”

Little Man shrugs. “I mean . . . maybe? But they know something I wanna know. So I would probably want to talk to them first. Like . . . this.” And he pushes his thumb into the Ice Cream Man’s stomach.

The kid can’t even scream, it hurts that much. The kid just gasps until Little Man stops pushing. Little Man says, “They know things about the End, I think, things that I should have known first. And Jemma can see things.” He hates that she can see things. It was supposed to just be Little Man.

“I ain’t gonna tell—”

Little Man moves his thumb back to his stomach. “I can make your End as painful as you like.”

“She’s gon find the Old Guys,” the Ice Cream Man says, seeming to want to pull the words back in. Everyone betrays their friends, Little Man thinks.

“The Old Guys?” Little Man tries to be gentle again, but it doesn’t come as naturally this time. He wants to know too much.

“She gon find all the answers there,” the Ice Cream Man says. “They was there fore the End. They knows the way back. Don’t you knows the stories?”

“I didn’t,” Tommy says, and an angry flush creeps up over the pink skin. “Where do they live?”

“Fine. Don hurt me none. Stories say they lives in the Dead Lands,” the Ice Cream Man says. “That’s a good place for you.”

“Let’s talk more about that,” Little Man says. “Let me get you more water.” Trying to keep him alive just a few minutes longer.

When he turns back, something looks different. The boy has shifted. Trying to get away that close to dead? Tommy’s impressed despite himself.

Little Man crouches down. “Here’s your water,” he says.

“You believe in Man Jesus?” the Ice Cream Man says.

Little Man scowls. “I only believe in me,” he says. Then he notices the egg.

All of the Ice Cream Men carry them, Long Gone bombs to protect their carts from thieves, just like him. Tommy thought his soldiers had collected all of them, but there’s an egg in the Ice Cream Man’s trembling hand, fingers twitching under a pulled-out pin, just barely holding down the lever that will release and kill them all.

The Ice Cream Man gathers himself up and throws the egg as far as he can. Not much of a throw. Not much. But it drops at the feet of the clump of Chosen ten feet away.

“Shit,” Little Man says. He sees the blur of a huge body in front of him, feels a hand punch him in the chest, feels himself flying backward through the air.

Three, two— He doesn’t hear the blast, just sees the white swallowing them all. He has the most ridiculous thought: Hello, Man Jesus.

Chapter One

The Mayflies

Jemma has never rested this long in her life. No one has. She’s been awake two days, and most of it has been spent in bed. In the world before the Camp, no one stopped working unless they were dying.

She hates it. Lady left of boredom hours ago, her bullet energy finally too much for the hospital room, and Jemma has no one to talk to. That’s enough to make Jemma decide to explore the Camp. Good thing she can finally move without puking. She rises to her feet, glad they let her change out of her gown yesterday. Her hospital gown. Less than a week with the Old Guys, and she’s already learning words that are Long Gone.

The lights flicker in the hospital room. She notices they’ve been flickering awhile, as if they’re tired. She supposes they are. All the machines should have been Long Gone a long time ago.

Jemma leaves the room into a blank hallway and turns right, then another right into a dead end. A metal door with a window, cut by diamond wire. She steps to the glass and sees boxes like Teevees. Some are dark, like she’s used to seeing, but others glow.

It’s not magic, she tells herself. But it feels like it. She jiggles the handle. It’s locked.

“Stay out of the computer room,” a voice behind her says. It’s Gil. He’s the nurse here, but doesn’t seem much interested in his only patient.

Puters, she mouths to herself, tucking it in with the other new names she’s learning.

“You’re not cleared for walking,” he says. “You’re supposed to have another day of medical observation.”

“Lucky for me,” she says, “I don’t know what none of that means.” And brushes by him and into the sun. She hasn’t memorized the outside yet; she’s spent so little time there. The Camp consists of four concrete bunkers around a courtyard, each half-buried into the ground in a giant, shallow bowl. To the north are mountains. To the west, hidden from her view, is the ocean.

In the middle of the courtyard are three of her favorite shapes in the world: Pico, the tiny former Exile who unlocked the secret of the End; Grease, a gawky mechanical genius with homemade glasses; Lady, short and curvy with cropped hair. Lady, her best friend. They left their home in the Holy Wood Hills, and fought through Biters and Last Lifers and the poison of the Dead Lands to find the place where the End never happened.

They’re safe here, safe as it’s possible to be. To the north are the Dead Lands, poisoned when the Lectric plant—the nuclear—broke. It’s impassable to all but the desperate, like they were, or to the Old Guys, who cannot die. She found bodies in the dust there, blistered and burned. To the south is San Diego, Long Gone and empty. Their enemies might still be out there, but they won’t find Jemma at the Camp.

The Camp is a former military base, and the home of the only scientists in the world. More important than that: the only people in the world older than seventeen.

“You’re walking,” Pico says.

“Had a concussion, not a broken leg,” Jemma says. “Show me all this stuff you guys been talkin bout.” While she was unconscious and then shut up in the bed, they explored the Camp and met most of the Old Guys. They keep on telling her stories that don’t make sense, like giant cows wandering through fields of Long Gone war machines. She has to see it herself.

Most of the activity in the Camp takes place inside the courtyard, based on the deep trails crisscrossing the grass. But the base seems to stretch on for miles and miles beyond their outpost high up the hill. Far below she sees an old runway for skyplanes, and to the south she sees a Children’s playground and crumbling office buildings. Immediately below the bunkers are three fenced-off large ponds, which must be the drinking supply.

“Up there,” Lady says, tapping Jemma’s shoulders. Jemma follows the direction of Lady’s arm pointing up the hill, where she sees a hundred fluffy brown shapes. A herd, grazing among old war machines pointing toward the sea.

“The cows,” Jemma says.

“Not quite,” Pico says. “Bison. The Old Guys call em buffalo.”

“They pets?” Jemma says. She likes their comically large, shaggy heads.

“No. There used to be millions of them in America, and they were almost wiped out by the Parents. Now there’s thousands just in the Camp.”

“More than the Parents,” Jemma says.

Her friends lead her around the barns and greenhouses, where the Old Guys seem to grow everything they need. Jemma sees gray heads among the tall plants. They duck down when the Children pass.

It wasn’t the machines of the Camp that startled her; after meeting Grease and Pico, she’s accustomed to machines and Lectrics though she still feels as if they’re the fingerprints of gods come to earth. It was James’s hair, gray but not buried in the ground; James rescued her in the Dead Lands.

There are no adults in this world. The Parents were scraped from the earth. All the greatness of the Parents, all their stupidity—all gone. A century has passed since the End, and the Old Guys should have passed with it. They’re the ones who began the End.

“How many Old Guys here?” Jemma says.

There are fifty Old Guys in the Camp, some scientists, some people who were subjects of the Long Life Project and others who worked on it in less crucial jobs.

“We ain’t seen em all,” Lady says. “But they say it’s fifty. Not all scientists but all of em know how to fight.”

“Armed, too,” Grease says. “It’s like they forgot the world isn’t making more weapons.”

“They don’t talk to kids much,” Pico says. “We scare em. Mebbe they gonna talk to you.”

They will. They’ll talk about the End and the Haze that causes it, running free in the world for a hundred years. They’ll talk to Jemma because she’s the only person who can control it. Maybe that’ll give them hope that it can be controlled, and the End can be stopped. That’s Jemma’s hope.

“We’re gonna get the whole story of the End,” Grease says.

“You din’t ask them already while I was laid up?” Jemma says.

“We tried,” Pico says.

“They said they wouldn’t explain until you were ready, too,” Grease says. The two of them look perturbed.

“Hell, I’m ready,” Jemma says. And they go to find James.

He is in a conference room surrounded by glass walls, covered almost completely by the ink of bright-colored markers. Other Old Guys are there, too: Gil, the nurse; Brian K, the engineer; some Muscle; and a woman with gleaming white hair to her shoulders, white–watery blue eyes that see everything. Jemma hasn’t noticed her before. She finds herself drawn to her.

“Jemma, I’d like you to meet the rest of the . . . Old Guys,” James says, bemused. “I guess that’s as good a name as any.” The Old Guys are a few colors: some with dark skin, some who look almost like the Angelenos, but most pink like James. James goes around the room and leaves the white-haired woman for last. When he does finally introduce her, he pronounces her name sourly, as if there’s years of distrust between them. “And this is . . . Alice. Our lead geneticist.”

“So you’re the girl who can speak to the Haze,” Alice says kindly. “Very impressive.” Jemma feels flattered. Chosen.

“Yeah,” Jemma says. “We ready to learn more.”

“You and your friends are from different tribes, aren’t you?” Alice says. “How do you refer to yourselves?”

“I . . .” She doesn’t know. She and Lady grew up in the Holy Wood, and Pico joined them as an Exile from the Malibus, another Angeleno tribe. When they left Ell Aye, they found the Kingdom, a tribe of Knights and cowboys, and took Grease with them. At each turn they picked up another, like a rock rolling through mud downhill. They’re not Holy Wood or Angeleno or Kingdom. They’re just friends.

“We the Mayflies,” Pico says.

Jemma and the others nod. “We the Mayflies,” Lady says.

“Fitting, but a bit dark,” Alice says.

“Nah. We know we just got this one life,” Pico says. “We gonna make the most of it.”

The one they call Brian K speaks up. “How does it feel? The Haze?”

That one is not answered easily. How does it feel to have a companion inside your own head? To know things she should never know? To see things before they happen? She doesn’t answer because she knows how it would sound: It makes you feel like you’re wearing Lectrics beneath your skin. It makes you confused and sure at the same time. It makes you feel like a god.

To him, she says, “Complete.”

The Old Guys continue to ask questions until finally Jemma has to shake them off. “Now our question,” she says. “How’d you End the world, and how can we stop it?”

Chapter Two

The Old Guys

The Mayflies bombard the Old Guys with overlapping questions, until finally, irritated, James says, “Have some patience.”

“Patience is for people who gonna live a long time,” Jemma says, irritated herself. “You said the End was caused by the Long Life Project, which you ran. How?”

“Shall I tell them?” Alice says.

James is gruff. “You were going to anyway.”

“Aging is a matter of decay—your cells lose the ability to function as they used to. Cells mutate into cancer. Organs that are essential to your body’s equilibrium fail,” Alice says. “We created a treatment where we removed decaying cells to make the body more resilient, then manipulated the body’s DNA so it functioned at a higher level. That was phase one of the Long Life Project. It has a very long clinical name, but we’ve come to call it the Reboot.”

“How does that work?” Pico says.

“Grown-ups are talking, dear,” she says.

“Thanks to you guys, we’re all grown-ups here,” he says, unfazed. “So let’s talk like it.”

“The Reboot wasn’t enough,” James says. “The cells would operate smoothly for a time, but they would inevitably decay. We needed a mechanism that would keep the body in balance perpetually. The Haze.”

“I know why I call it the Haze,” Jemma says. “Why do you?”

“Because we named it,” James says. “I suspect you call it that based upon the image it provided you.”

“Well, that’s what it looks like,” she says.

“The Haze was the second phase of the Long Life Project. It’s made of nanobots, tiny machines that float through the air, invisible and powerful,” Brian K says. “They were designed to live inside people, to watch when their bodies started to fail. If aging is when the body forgets to heal itself, the Haze would tell the brain how to fix it. Humans could repair their bodies indefinitely.”

“Each of our test subjects were synced up with the nanotech, so that all the Haze surrounding an individual would be matched to that person’s brain waves, DNA, and health conditions,” James says. “The Haze became a second immune system. That part of the Long Life Treatment was called Pairing.”

Jemma is struggling to keep up. She’ll have to ask Grease and Pico later. But she understands enough. “It didn’t work, though, did it?” she says.

“It did—for everyone you’ve seen living in the Camp. We each have a subset of nanotech that constantly adapts to heal us, which is why we’ve managed to grow so old—and, in fact, to escape the End,” James says. “But it was too slow, too expensive, for anyone but the very rich. So we experimented with just using the Haze. We knew we couldn’t Pair it with every single person on earth. So we decided to embed basic intelligence about the human body in each nanobot so the Haze could make medical decisions about every person it encountered. It was simple, elegant, and cost-effective.”

“And a phenomenally bad idea,” Alice says, “letting a trillion machines run free in the world.”

“You’re the expert on good ideas,” James says. Jemma can see old arguments darting under the surfaces of both their faces.

Brian K says, “The Haze never acted the way it was supposed to. The bots kept slipping out, leaving the containment units. And while they healed, they’d sort of . . . improvise. As if they couldn’t quite stay on script.”

“The bots live to consume oxygen and sunlight, to replicate and to communicate—and they did all that more effectively than we could have imagined,” James says.

“So why don’t you just go back to the old Long Life Treatment?” Grease says. “It obviously worked. It’d be slow, but—”

“We would in a minute,” Alice says. “But riots broke out during the middle of the End, and the Long Life Machine was destroyed. It will never be rebuilt. We’ll never be able to attempt the Pairing again.”

“Never ain’t that long for someone who’s gonna live forever,” Lady says.

James and Brian K exchange looks. “It’s currently beyond our abilities,” James says. “We still hold out hope.”

“So that’s it?” Jemma says, not wanting to believe it. “This . . . power inside me Ends everyone?”

“No. I mean, yes,” Brian K says. “The Haze kills people, but it’s like the bullets from a gun. Someone else is pulling the trigger.”

“Who?” Lady says.

“Charlie,” James and Brian K say at the same time.

“Charlie who?” Lady says.

“It’s the AI—I mean, the supercomputer we built to control the Haze,” Brian K says.

“Puter,” Grease says, translating for the rest.

“We needed an AI that could monitor the Haze and keep it in check,” James says. “We called it Charlie.”

“Every homicidal computer needs a cute name,” Alice says, bitter. “Because that’s what we really created, kids. We put a barely tested AI in charge of barely tested nanotech, and almost the moment Charlie came online, it started killing people. It fixed them to death.”

“But machines do what you tell to them to do,” Grease says.

“They’re supposed to. Charlie was a huge supercomputer, with thousands of smaller boxes connected together. Turns out, with a trillion interconnected bots, the Haze is the biggest supercomputer in the world,” Brian K says.

“When we connected Charlie to the Haze, all that power was Charlie’s. The power made it conscious. Human, almost,” James says. “Maybe it was afraid. Maybe it didn’t understand what it was doing. Either way, that was the moment we lost control.”

“So you shut it off,” Grease says.

“We did. It switched itself back on. Our remote access failed. The crew in Vegas tried to breach the containment room manually; it sealed the doors and pumped out the oxygen. A hundred people died in the attack. After that, nothing could control the Haze. Just Charlie.”

“But that’s not true,” Jemma says. She’s been putting the idea together as they speak, and it almost bursts out of her. “I can. I can see things with the Haze. I can use it in fights. Ain’t that control?”

“Well, yes,” James says. “On a small scale. But the Haze is Paired with Charlie. That’s how it controls it. The Haze is naturally at odds with Charlie. It wants life, and Charlie wants death. It doesn’t matter. The Haze is forced to serve Charlie unless we can reprogram the Haze.”

“I could give it new instructions. What if it listened to me?” Jemma says. “Don’t you see? We could stop the End! That’s why we’re here!”

“Maybe,” James says, and the words he says next seem to pain him. “If we really thought you could control it.”

“You know I can,” Jemma says. “You asked a million questions about it. It’s inside me.”

“No, it’s not,” Gil says, speaking up for the first time. “We all have the Haze inside us, so we have tests to measure its activity in the brain. Your brain showed nothing.”

Nothing. Jemma doesn’t understand.

“You certainly talk as if you’ve experienced it,” James says, gently. “Maybe it’s real, or maybe you heard it from another kid and thought it made a good story. So we’ve decided to get a second opinion.”

Alice calls out. “Isaac, can you come in here?”

A moment later an unfamiliar Old Guy with auburn hair walks in. No, not an Old Guy.

A boy.

He has light skin and blue eyes, and at first Jemma thinks that one of the Biters has followed them through the Dead Lands. But he’s dressed like the Old Guys, and they treat him like one of their own.

“You never said you had other kids here,” Lady says.

“Isaac is a resident here,” James says. “He’s a bit of an expert on the Haze.”

How? Even Pico and Grease, the smartest kids she’s ever met, can barely keep up. Isaac steps closer, closer, until he’s at her side. He leans forward, and his nose is almost at her nose. He looks into her eyes. His are deep, somehow ageless. Like they’ve seen everything.

“No,” he says, and walks away.

“Whaddya mean, no?” she says, furious. “I can prove it to you!”

“Yeah? How?” he says, pausing.

Jemma scrambles for ideas. She can’t predict when the visions or voices will come, and besides, he’d just think she were making them up. She’s not sure if she could make the Lectrics light up again like they did in the Night Mountain. But there is one way, one that has never failed her yet.

“Isaac,” she says. “Fight me.”

About Jeff:

Jeff Sweat has made a living from words his entire career, starting out as an award-winning tech journalist for InformationWeek magazine and moving into marketing.

He led the content marketing team for Yahoo and pioneered its use of social media. He directed PR for two of the top advertising agencies in the country, Deutsch LA and 72andSunny. He now runs his own Los Angeles–based PR and marketing agency, Mister Sweat.

He grew up in Idaho as the middle of eight children—seven boys and one girl—and attended Columbia University in New York. Jeff lives in a big blue house in Los Angeles with his wife Sunny and their three kids, two cats, and a racing greyhound.

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