Today we are having a cover reveal for PERSONAL APOCALYPSE by Nazarea Andrews. This book will release March 21st. Personal Apocalyse is an adult dystopian, standalone novel, that is the first in a spin-off in the world of The World Without End series.
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PERSONAL APOCALYPSE Blurb:
Personal Apocalypse: A World Without End novel
Josiah grew up in a dying world. The Holdout survived, but when you are the son of Sylvia Cragen, you give up delusions early. He knew that they would die bloody--it wasn't a matter of if. Only when. Parker shouldn't be alive. He should have died long before scouts from the Last Holdout rescued him. And he knows better than to believe that sailing away from the safety of the Holdout is a good idea. Now, without the Holdout to protect them, all of his nightmares are coming true. Josiah is just crazy enough to believe that a fresh start is a good thing. But Parker has lived as prey, hunted by zombies and survivors before--and he knows that no one really survives. In the wild, zombie claimed world outside the walls of safety, there is only the dead walking.
I beat the shit out of the little asshole who broke that news to me, and then ran to the Doc's. Because she was always good for the truth.
Even when the truth was ugly as fuck.
I learned three things that day and it stuck with me, over the eleven years since.
Dusty Pate was fucking bully.
Punching someone in the nose is a learned skill set.
And the truth is better than a lie. Even when it's ugly.
That thought more than any resounds through me as I stand on the rocking deck of a nameless boat in the middle of a nameless ocean, staring at a nameless coast.
Not really. All of them have names. But none of them matter and there's no one left alive to give a fuck, so nameless works just as well.
“what do you think?”
I tilt my head just a little as Parker comes up behind me, reaching over my shoulder for my binoculars. He fits there, as natural as breathing, as familiar as the gun on my hip and the knife strapped to my back.
“I think we don't have a lot of choices.”
He mutters a curse and from below, it's echoed in a shrill furious voice.
“Any change in the princess?” I ask, my voice a low drawl.
Parker doesn’t take the bait. He’s still watching the coast and I take a moment to drink him in.
He’s still pale, even after the time on the boat, a kind of creamy paleness that begs to be dirtied. His straight black hair hanging in his dark eyes, and he’s tense. Coiled like a spring that’s waiting to burst, full of nervous energy that has been forced down and contained.
“No sign,” he murmurs. “We should go soon.”
The truth is—I don’t like unknowns. I can patrol up and down the south eastern seaboard, in and around the deadzone.
I’ve built my name on that. On my cold assessments and willingness to defend the Holdout.
But I hate walking in blind. And I hate it most when Parker is with me.