Violet Storm
by Anna Soliveres
(Modi #1)
Publication date: March 28th 2014
Genres: Science Fiction, Young Adult
(Modi #1)
Publication date: March 28th 2014
Genres: Science Fiction, Young Adult
Synopsis
Several hundred years into
the future, The Cleansing, known to some as the End of Days, forced the
government to create Arks to shelter its people. When Earth became habitable
again, new territories rose up from the ashes: Agria, the City of Light, and
the Outer Boundaries. For a while, they lived in peace.
A brilliant surgeon known for his invention of Modi’s—the only
cure for the deadly disease, vaincre—has gone rogue with his experiments, and
the Monarchy is desperate to shut him down. That’s where Aeva Storm comes in, a
champion athlete with an ego to match. Aeva is the surgeon’s secret weapon
against the Monarchy. And they’ll never know what hit them. After
reconstructing her body to become a Modi unlike any he’s ever created, Aeva is
forced into a fight against all odds. She’ll have to break loyalties, hurt
family, and turn her back on newly awakened love. Thousands of lives hang in
the balance in a battle that will set forth a new era.
Join Aeva on her quest to see whether she’s got what it takes to
go up against the most powerful humans ever created.
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Excerpt
Desperation
makes me want to beg Jervis to let me go, but I shove the thought away. I’m not
giving him the satisfaction. I concentrate instead on the net, searching for
something to cut it with.
A lecherous smile curves Jervis’ lips. He
unfastens the belt around his waist, drops down on his knees, loosens the net,
and releases my foot.
I plant
a solid kick to his face, hearing a satisfying crack where his nose had been.
His head whips back and he lands hard on his rear—his hands flying to the
center of his face. He roars in pain, spitting warbled curses through the blood
gushing from his nose. I attack the small opening, my numb fingers fumbling
with the rope and wire.
Pain
hits me, so acute I scream like it’s been ripped from my lungs. White-hot
electricity courses through my body, constricting my chest, snapping my back
into a rigid bow. The surge pulses up my spine and along my neck, leaving a
trail of mind-numbing agony.
“You
bad little girl. I’m gonna make you pay real good.” Jervis’ stubby hands wrap
around my neck, blood dribbling down his lips and chin. This close, I can smell
the stench of unwashed skin and decay. His legs tighten around my middle,
straddling me and pinning the net to the ground. I can’t move. My arms are
trapped under his weight, unable to pry his hands off my throat.
The
strength of his grip crushes my windpipe. Hungry for air, I buck and jerk
wildly beneath him. His knees squeeze tighter, gluing our bodies. I can’t throw
him off.
“You
got a lotta fight in you. Well, I’ll take care of that.”
My
mouth opens and closes, but no air comes in. The black grip of unconsciousness
starts to darken my vision.
A
whistle sounds above me, a blade slicing through air, and the pressure eases
off my neck. I inhale greedily, wheezing and spitting up. Jervis slips
sideways. His body hits the ground and his head rolls away, the same wicked
expression still carved into his face.
I sense
the newcomer moving closer. Another whistle sounds and the glint of a blade
lashes out. Every muscle in my body clenches tight, bracing myself for the
sting of the cut. It never comes. The net slips off. It takes a moment for my
mind to realize that I’m no longer restrained and when it hits me, I crab crawl
away from the new threat.
“If I wanted
to hurt you, I would’ve done so,” the stranger says in a deep baritone. The
lower half of his face is covered beneath a mask.
“Who
are you?” I croak.
“No one
you need to remember. If you’re done wasting my time, why don’t you do
something smart, like getting up? The other moron will be back any minute.”
I scan
over him quickly, noticing his weathered clothing; dark enough to hide him in
the forest, form-fitting so that it doesn’t make a sound. He’s tall, lean, and
graceful like a predator.
I shake
my head. “Not until you show me your face,” I say. My voice comes out hoarse
and my hand flies up to the base of my neck. I wince at the tenderness of what
I’m sure will be bruises in the shape of Jervis’s disgusting hands.
My
rescuer says nothing.
“What?”
I snort, sounding fearless despite the harsh pounding of my heart. “Not pretty
under there?” The question is harsh, but I want him to know that I’m perfectly
capable of taking care of myself. Except of course, if a brute Outlander were
strangling me…
He
stares back at me, grumbling something about “girls being stupid.” But he
removes the cowl over his head and pulls down the cloth covering his nose and
mouth, revealing a smooth, stone-like face. His black, shoulder-length hair
flies in the gusty wind, a sharp contrast to his fair complexion. We stare at
each other until I look away, uncomfortable with the way his green-gold gaze
sharpens when he concentrates on my face. Shame fills me. Between the two of
us, I’m the one whose face should be hidden, sparing people from the ugliness.
He, on the other hand…
“Feel
better now?” he asks. “Thought I might have been the grim reaper come to
collect?”
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AUTHOR BIO
Anna Soliveres has always been a storyteller but it wasn’t until
her early twenties when she began writing novel length works. The result
was an enthusiasm to get better at the craft until her work could be
shared with the world. Releasing in March 2014, VIOLET STORM is her
debut novel. Anna is currently working on another young adult sci-fi
series, titled SNOW DOLLS, set to release in late 2014. To learn more,
please visit her at www.annasoliveres.com.
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