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Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: Mercurial Ink Publishing
ISBN-10: 069231007X
Type: Fiction
Pages: 300
Copyright: 2014
ISBN-13: 9780692310076
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
Teenager Sam must lead the hunt after Sam's mentor is killed by a dragon. Sam fights against a despicable tyrant who controls the Crag cave's food in an attempt to bring peace and prosperity to post-apocalyptic Ireland.
After billions died in the End War, a small group of survivors found refuge in the Crag cave. As generations pass, the population became more and more murderous. Killing is so common in the Crag that there are no longer laws against it. Sam, a seventeen-year-old hunter, was left outside the Crag as an infant. Believed to have been a gift from the Sky Gods, there are whispers that Sam is the Sky Child, the one prophesied to bring peace and prosperity to the Crag. Sam must fight against an oppressive tyrant and survive The Trials to ensure the safety of their people.
Excerpt
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I can hear water dripping, which tells me that the rains have set in, and they may not end for a few days. I push myself upright, out from under the tattered blanket I use to fight off the cold of the Crag. The branches I've tied together into a makeshift bed creak beneath my weight. Off in the distance I can hear the howling of the wind, blowing across the face of the cave that is both my home, and my prison.
Sleeping next to me are my brothers, Jet and Flot. They aren't really my brothers, but I call them that because I look after them as if they were. I watch their blankets move as they breathe. It amazes me how young they look when they are asleep, but how old they seem when they are awake. Flot still sucks his thumb while he’s asleep, which is something the new ones stop doing when they are smaller.
I fold up my blanket and set it down on the bed. It takes a moment to change into my clothes. I try my best to be quiet, so that I don't wake up the twins. I grab a glowing stick to carry with me, since parts of the Crag can be very dark. After passing by some of the smaller rooms inside the Crag, I reach the Great Fire.
Moss is there, one of the gray ones, making sure that the Great Fire never goes out. He takes turns with a few of the other gray ones, watching it, keeping it alive. We are taught that if the Great Fire dies, so do we. No way to cook food, or to heat water, or to protect ourselves from the black flyers that live above us in the Crag.
Moss nods his head. His long, stringy gray hair falls off his shoulders. I put the tip of my glowing stick into the Great Fire, stealing some of its life. It never seems to mind that I take from it, but give nothing back in return. Maybe the Great Fire is just happy to have people to watch over it, so it doesn't mind sharing. I smile at Moss, thanking him for the light and warmth then make my way to the entrance of the Crag.
It takes a few moments of creeping past those who are still asleep to get to the mouth of the cave. I look up and see an endless cloud-filled sky. That's how most of my days are; full of darkness and rain. Thankfully, the ground outside the Crag is more interesting to look at. Rocks covered in shades of green. Fields of grass and clover. It would be beautiful, if it wasn't so dangerous.
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