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The Apocalypse Gene
By
Suki Michelle and Carlyle Clark
Genre:
YA Urban Fantasy
Global pandemic is raging. Olivya Wright-Ono's once
loving home has been converted to a hospice for the dying. Her ability to
see auras forces her to witness, with agonizing detail, the vibrant colors of
life consumed by malignancy.
The beautiful and troubled, Mikah, is an elite
Empath in the ancient Kindred clan, led by the brooding, ever-morphing, monster
named Prime. Mikah has learned a terrible truth . . . the plague is linked to
Kindred origins. When Olivya sees evidence of disease creeping into her
mother's aura, she has no one to turn to but Mikah. Can he unearth the Kindred
secrets and find a cure? Can she trust this boy whose power allows him
to manipulate her very emotions?
With her mother's life, and that of the world, in
the balance, Olivya and Mikah embark on a quest to stop
the Pandemic, only to discover it is far, far more than a mere disease . .
Website: http://www.TheApocalypseGene.com
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Excerpt:
Hot with fury, Mikah slammed the wall with his fist,
hardly noticing the pain of torn knuckles. They'd heal in minutes anyway. It
didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. He strode across the room and shoved the
computer monitor to the floor, swept his arm across the shelves, scattered
artifacts, books, graphic novels, puzzles. Prime. That cold hearted ghoul. That
monster and his freakin' songbirds.
"Damn
you, Prime," Mikah said out loud, glaring at the ceiling. "Damn you
to hell."
It
was almost funny, wasn’t it? Cursing a demon to hell? He wanted to wrap his
fingers around Prime's stalk-like neck – if it hadn't already morphed into some
other nauseating configuration – and choke the life out of that lumbering
nightmare.
Prime's
shuffling footsteps above stopped. The birds went silent. Mikah froze. Not two
minutes ago, Changarai had reminded him that Prime can hear his thoughts. Had
Prime heard Mikah speak his name? Felt the disgust in his words?
Mikah
licked his lips. Prime was listening. He just knew it. A minute crept by. The
ceiling didn't creak. Mikah was sure that Prime could sense waves of loathing
coming from below. He was up there probing Mikah's mind, tasting his hatred.
Okay.
Stay calm. Rein it in. Control yourself. Mikah sat on his bed and began to
recite the litany he'd learned as a child, the names of Prime and his five
Storied Siblings. Maybe Prime would think it was a fluke, that he'd heard Mikah
say his name as part of a memorized lesson. Maybe he'd think Mikah was showing
diligence to his studies.
"Prime,"
Mikah said, loud enough to be heard. "Tiamat Draconus, Kali Medusa, Scylla
Kraken, Phoenix Roc, Sphinx." Breathe. Breathe. He began again at the
beginning, "Prime, Phoenix Roc, Tiamat Draconus, Kali Medusa, Scylla
Kraken, Sphinx."
He
looked up at the ceiling, said it again, even louder. "Prime, Phoenix Roc,
Tiamat Draconus, Kali Medusa, Scylla Kraken, Sphinx."
After
the sixth time through, Prime's footsteps began again. Scrape. Clunk. Scrape.
Clunk. Scrape. Clunk. Different than the shuffling
gait from before. Had Prime morphed again? Maybe he hadn't heard Mikah say his
name at all, but stopped walking as his body jerked and twisted with yet
another change. And what was making that clunking sound? Had one of Prime's
legs suddenly become heavy, the other weak?
Mikah
paced the room, glancing at the ceiling with every turn. Adrenaline pumped
through his bloodstream. At last, the elevator doors squeaked open, and the
monster began his descent to his sub-cellar lair. The freight elevator creaked
and shuddered. When it reached the level of Mikah's room, waves of psionic
power rolled from behind the walls, jagged and hot. Prime's laughter.
Mikah
held his breath, gripped the edge of his desk, shut his eyes as the elevator
passed.
Olivya . . . soon.
About the Authors:
Suki Michelle is a life-long Chicagoan, happily
divorced and still good friends with her Ex. She lives and writes with her
soul-mate, Carlyle Clark. She has one beautiful daughter, Bree, who is the
first reader and critic of The Apocalypse Gene, and without her input, it
wouldn't be nearly as cool! Suki's other children are of the four-legged type,
Dahlia, the German shepherd; Kilala the lazy calico chub-cat; and Koney, the
tortoise-shell demon cat from the Seventh Ring.
Carlyle is a burly dude from San Diego. He can look
menacing at a glance, but as soon as he opens his mouth, pure intellectual.
They are eternally grateful for the day they met at an on-line writer's
workshop. They've been together for four years. On the outside. Suki and
Carlyle are totally disparate. On the inside, they are the REAL Neo-Twins.
You'll have to read The Apocalypse Gene to find out who the Neo-Twins are, but
here's a hint: They are twisted devils with mirror-melded auras.
As writers, Suki and Carlyle have complementary
skill sets. Lyle is plot master and edgy dialoguer. He is a huge fan of Japanese
anime, and he draws upon this to choreograph fight scenes. Suki enjoys painting
a character's emotional landscape and writing vivid descriptions. They both
have wild imagination.
Suki and Carlyle treasure every opportunity to share
their work.
Twitter:
@Suki_Michelle
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1 comment:
Had to start rereading the book again. Heh. Still great.
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