Author: Rachel Deagan
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy/Science Fiction
Release Date: February 8, 2013
“The cards tell me of the children of the stars.”
Jacey thinks her life is worthless, when she finds herself in a psychiatric hospital after a failed attempt to end her life; her wounds miraculously healed. Devin, who claims to kill on touch, is also there. When Michael arrives, bearing telekinetic powers, he insists the government, and an even darker, more powerful force, wants them dead.
In a desperate attempt to escape for their lives, the three teens find they must confront an even greater adversary, themselves - and with a prophecy forced upon them, they must find a way to accept their fate, or rebel together, as one.
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“We need to head down to the lower floor. The crematorium is off of the cell block.” He rolled his emerald eyes at me, with a toying smirk. “Yeah, I know. Figures, huh?” He mock shivered. “Kudos to them on the ominous creepy. They should get a job in some underground Italian horror flick.”
I gently side-checked Michael with my elbow, giving him a mock glare. I couldn’t believe he was trying to find humor in this. Devin could be cooking alive right now.
“What, you don’t find it funny?” he asked, and this time the weight of my gaze was real. Michael shook his head, tossing me a weak, sympathetic half smile. “Oh come on. We can’t let them get to us, Jacey, love. It’s how they win.”
I sighed. “No. I know. I just feel guilty.”
“It’s okay, Jacey,” he said, bumping me back through his cloak in the arm. “It’s called surviving.” He paused and swallowed. “Devin would want that for you.”
He turned from me, before I could respond, hitting an elevator button on the side wall. I found the fact that they had elevators in this strange, alien place rather weird, but my focus stayed on Michael. He didn’t look at me until the sliding metal doors had opened and he slipped inside. Extending his arms in welcome, he grinned against the fluorescent lights. “Welcome to Instant Death. For those who may be pregnant or have severe motion sickness, please kindly step to the left so that you may die a horrible death in another way and not on this crazy, insane mission.” He grinned.
“Did they hurt you?” I asked, my tone a bare slip from usual. .
Michael stared at me, his arms seemingly frozen in their outstretched pose, as if he didn’t even know how to respond.
“Michael?” I asked, stepping into the elevator in front of him. The silver doors swished shut behind me, and the lights above our heads flickered.
“Don’t ask me that.”
Rachel grew up in small town Massachusetts where she spent most of her time writing about strange paranormal creatures instead of paying attention in class. She has always been considered the 'dreamy' one with her head in the clouds. She now lives in Nevada with her two sons, a cat, and a rat named Sam.
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