Kimberly Afe
YA Dystopian
January Sky Publishing
January 3, 2014
Available at Amazon
Blurb
Sixteen-year-old Avene was sentenced to prison at thirteen for a crime she didn't commit. Now she has a chance to win her freedom back – if she enters the Headhunters Race. Second prize isn't so bad either, an upgrade to the Leisure Prison if you make it to the finish line. To win either prize, Avene and the other prisoners must navigate one hundred and fifty miles of dense forest, desert, and worst of all, cannibal territory.
With a mechanical collar timed to strangle the prisoners if they're not back in nine days, Avene allies herself with seventeen-year-old McCoy, another prisoner that insists on helping her at every turn and a boy she's trying hard not to fall for. Together they battle nature, other prisoners, and the timed death collars to win the coveted prize. But when Avene is tested with one deadly conflict after another, she realizes there is more at stake than winning her freedom – first she has to survive.
Excerpt
This
excerpt is from the day the race starts and Avene is getting ready.
Hours later, when the birds start chirping, I know it's almost time to
wake up. I get out of bed and change into my special clothes. The ones I've
been saving for this day: a sturdy pair of jeans and a man's blue flannel
shirt. Underneath I wear my white fitted tee-shirt, depicting a crudely drawn
skull. I added the crossbones bearing a set of daggers with a nearly dried-up
marker I found a year ago. It represents my mantra for the race: stay away from
me or I'll kill you.
I tie my sheath around my thigh,
re-lace my boots with longer and sturdier cord I found on a pair of men's boots
in the goodie two shoes clothing pile, and then gulp down several handfuls of
water. I wipe the droplets from my mouth while I pace like a caged panther. A
few minutes later I slug down another five handfuls before I remember to fill
my water bottle.
Zita leans up on her elbow.
"You're sure you want to do this?"
"I have to, Zita. It's our only
way out. The only way we'll be free."
She throws off her cover and leaps
to her feet. "Well, we better do something with that hair. They'll start
calling the prisoners out soon."
Zita snatches our slop container
from the table. She fills it with dirt from the corner and mixes in a bit of
water. "I'm not sure how well this will work," she says, stirring it
with her finger. "Sit."
I sit on the ground cross-legged at
her feet. She kneels beside me, takes a small lock of hair, and rubs mud all
through the strands. The stringy tresses stick together, cold and wet against
my cheek. After one side of my head is finished, she steps back and surveys her
work. "Nope, this isn't working. Your roots are still too light."
"Why don't you wash her whole
head in it?" says McCoy.
I stiffen. Leave it to him to think
of dunking my whole head in mud.
"You're a genius!" says
Zita. She grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. "Help me," she says
to McCoy and I cringe at the thought of him touching my head when I'm a direct
competitor. He might send his ninja blade across my neck.
He grabs the sink, half full of
water, water I need to drink, and dumps three quarters of it into the corner.
"Hey, I need to drink that!" I say.
"You can drink ours," says
McCoy.
Right. I'm not going to drink
theirs. He'd love that. Especially now that he's going to have to hunt on his
own and the only way he knows how is by poaching off me.
Zita stops short of pouring in
handfuls of dirt. Instead she goes to the fire pit and scoops out gobs of ash.
She swishes it around with her fingers, stares at it like she's not satisfied,
and goes ahead and dumps in a handful of dirt anyway. "Okay, bend over,
girl."
I lean over the sink while Zita
pours the murky mixture over my hair and massages it in. It's gritty and gross.
"Hand me that old shirt in the
corner," says Zita.
I'm looking upside down at McCoy
while he retrieves the old shirt she uses as her dust rag. She wrings out my
hair and then places the shirt over top and squeezes out the excess water.
"I wish I had a comb," she says, flipping my head up and steering my
behind back to the ground.
"It's okay, I can use my
fingers," I say.
McCoy dashes into their room.
"Boom has one, hold on."
I lean my head back in defeat. He's
determined to help me, to make me feel obligated to help him in return, but his
niceties aren't going to work on me.
My Review: I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest review
The Headhunter's Race is a nonstop, action-packed ride that will keep you turning pages as fast as you can all the way to the end. Though, I'm not sure I'd call it an end so much as the opportunity to begin a new story. The novel is a dystopian adventure with a sprinkling of romance. In many ways it reminded me of The Hunger Games.
Main character Avene hasn't had an easy life. Her step-father, the governor of her town, is cruel and nasty. When her mother is murdered, Avene is blamed and thrown into prison for the crime. Life in the prison is beyond harsh. From the descriptions, it seemed as if 2/3 of the town was there, wallowing in filth and starving. The Headhunters Race is the chance for freedom. Travel dangerous terrain filled with bears, coyotes, and cannibals. Yes, you heard right, cannibals. Though it seems impossible to win, at least it provides some hope.
I was intrigued by romantic interest McCoy. He was odd, to say the least. It was difficult to determine whether he was genuinely a decent person or if it was all an act. We see him through Avene's eyes, and she stopped trusting anyone years ago. I really wanted to know more about McCoy. It seems like we barely scratch the surface of his personality and life story. In many ways I found him to be the most interesting character in the novel. His actions were so out of character for the average prisoner. Avene was constantly confused by him as well.
The imagery and descriptions are quite vivid, some not the least bit pleasant, in this raw, gritty story. The whole plot line regarding the cannibals is morbid. If you're a fan of dystopian, consider adding The Headhunters Race to your TBR list. I don't know if Ms. Afe has another book planned, but I would really like to know what happens to Avene and McCoy next.
Main character Avene hasn't had an easy life. Her step-father, the governor of her town, is cruel and nasty. When her mother is murdered, Avene is blamed and thrown into prison for the crime. Life in the prison is beyond harsh. From the descriptions, it seemed as if 2/3 of the town was there, wallowing in filth and starving. The Headhunters Race is the chance for freedom. Travel dangerous terrain filled with bears, coyotes, and cannibals. Yes, you heard right, cannibals. Though it seems impossible to win, at least it provides some hope.
I was intrigued by romantic interest McCoy. He was odd, to say the least. It was difficult to determine whether he was genuinely a decent person or if it was all an act. We see him through Avene's eyes, and she stopped trusting anyone years ago. I really wanted to know more about McCoy. It seems like we barely scratch the surface of his personality and life story. In many ways I found him to be the most interesting character in the novel. His actions were so out of character for the average prisoner. Avene was constantly confused by him as well.
The imagery and descriptions are quite vivid, some not the least bit pleasant, in this raw, gritty story. The whole plot line regarding the cannibals is morbid. If you're a fan of dystopian, consider adding The Headhunters Race to your TBR list. I don't know if Ms. Afe has another book planned, but I would really like to know what happens to Avene and McCoy next.
About the Author
Kimberly
is the mother of two awesome kids, wife of the nicest man in the world, and her
dog's best friend. She works by day and writes middle grade and young adult
science fiction and fantasy novels in her spare time. She lives with her family
in the beautiful Sonoran Desert.
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