Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Excerpt: Flying Blind by Caroline A. Gill with Giveaway

Flying Blind 
by Caroline A. Gill 
(The Flykeeper Chronicles, #2) 
St Helena Press
Publication date: May 21st 2016
YA Dystopia/Paranormal

In a broken America, seventeen-year old Iolani Bearse encounters a world full of wonder and danger.
Lani discovers a secret: houseflies have magic.
Stealers have no mercy.
Armed with memory-draining lanterns, the stone-cold hunters relentlessly follow catastrophes, laying traps, preying on the weak.
Together with her father, Eleanor, Sam, and Mango, her beloved pinto mare, Lani rescues victims from the grasp of Memory Stealers. One by one, she saves whomever she can, looking for any path that leads to safety. When her family’s farmhouse is attacked, Lani must act quickly to save those she loves.
Can Lani unmask their powerful, hidden enemies before the flies’ magic fails and everything burns to ashes?
Will the loss of one of her greatest friends become her downfall?
Can Lani overcome the evil that is tearing her world apart, flying blind?



To be so resourceful, to survive such a terrible loss, storms, devastated homes, broken

buildings, that took a great amount of courage. But then the Stealers came. They always

came, with deceit on their tongues. They culled the herd. Following along after the worst

storms, the harshest blizzards, the days when everyone was snowed in and the air itself

was hard to breathe, they arrived with an offer to help. When the situation was most

devastating, they showed up, like crows and vultures surrounding carrion.

“They have no remorse.” I said that. Must have said it out loud, cause everyone nodded.

Kill them with kindness. That was the Soul Stealer way. And when everyone's guard was

down, they struck with efficiency, military in precision. Heartless, merciless, they snuck

into national and local emergencies and stole the ragged lives of desperate survivors. No

one was the wiser. No media reported on the phenomenon. We, the people had become

a product to be harvested.

And here she is. . .

Unusual stories attract me, ones in which the reader cannot easily see the ending or most of the journey. Visiting Rome during university studies, I found a simple truth sitting on buses, traveling all over the ancient city: the joy is in the Journey, in the people I meet, not in the destination. So, I write for you. I write for sanity. I write for chocolate and really good pizza.


1 comment:

Giselle said...

Thanks for hosting today! :)