I was supposed to review this book for the tour, but due to some family issues I was unable to read it. I am really looking forward to reading this novel. It is at the top of my reading list when my brain returns to normal function. Please enjoy the excerpt!
Artificial
Jadah McCoy
New Adult Science Fiction
Curiosity Quills Press
April 4, 2016
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She struggles to feel human.
In 2256, the only remnants of civilization on Earth’s first colonized planet, Kepler, are the plant-covered buildings and the nocturnal, genetically spliced bug-people nesting within them: the Cull. During the day, Syl leaves her home in the sewers beneath Elite City to scavenge for food, but at night the Cull come looking for a meal of their own. Syl thought gene splicing died with the Android War a century ago. She thought the bugs could be exterminated, Elite city rebuilt, and the population replenished. She’s wrong.
Whoever engineered the Cull isn’t done playing God. Syl is abducted and tortured in horrific experiments which result in her own DNA being spliced, slowly turning her into one of the bugs. Now she must find a cure and stop the person responsible before every remaining man, woman, and child on Kepler is transformed into the abomination they fear.
He struggles not to.
For Bastion, being an android in the sex industry isn’t so bad. Clubbing beneath the streets of New Elite by day and seducing the rich by night isn’t an altogether undesirable occupation. But every day a new android cadaver appears in the slum gutters, and each caved in metal skull and heap of mangled wires whittles away at him.
Glitches—androids with empathy—are being murdered, their models discontinued and strung up as a warning. Show emotion, you die. Good thing Bastion can keep a secret, or he would be the next body lining the street.
He can almost live with hiding his emotions. That is, until a girl shows up in the slums—a human girl, who claims she was an experiment. And in New Elite, being a human is even worse than being a Glitch. Now Bastion must help the girl escape before he becomes victim to his too-human emotions, one way or another.
Excerpt
“I knew I shouldn’t have let you come,” grumbles Lucca as he
points his phaser into another empty room. “I didn’t sign up to be a
babysitter.”
Well, at least I can hit a fucking target. I stop just short
of saying the words.
“You couldn’t stop me,” I tell him. “I’d just follow you.”
“Have you no fear?” Serge asks. I can hear the smile in his
voice. That look is back—the starry-eyed one I always ignore. Maybe if I ignore
it long enough, his feelings will go away.
I kick a few pieces of glass out a window, watching as they
bounce down the building. “No. My adrenal gland is full of curiosity.”
I see it then, my keen eyes catching movement on the
demolished floor below us—a blur of dark armor and hulking mass in my
periphery.
Cull.
We’ve been talking, and that means we haven’t been listening.
Even now, Serge’s and Lucca’s quiet voices are a constant background noise.
“Serge,” I say, horror coloring his name.
The two men stand as still as the strange plastic people I’ve
seen lined up in shop windows. Birds trill in distress as they flee their
nests, and worse, there’s the rustling of something coming toward us.
I lied when I said my adrenal gland is full of curiosity.
Curiosity isn’t what makes my blood thick and scalding in my veins, like magma.
It’s fear.
I touch the knife at my side. I was trained to shove my blade
deep into the chest cavity and twist upward until my hands are slick with hot
viscera. I refuse to be one of those wide-eyed women back at the Sanctuary—the
ones who stare as the Cull’s pincers slice them in two.
But Cull are ruthless creatures, monsters left over from a
time when genetic warfare was the norm. They were people once, and that’s what
scares me the most.
About the Author
Jadah
currently lives in Nashville, TN and works in law. When not babysitting
attorneys, she can be found juicing her brain for creative ideas
or fantasizing about her next trip out of the country (or about Tom Hiddleston
as Loki - it’s always a toss up when she fantasizes).
She grew up in rural Arkansas, yet can still write good and sometimes even wears shoes! She did date her first cousin for a while but they decided against marriage for the sake of the gene pool.
Her true loves are elephants, cursing, and sangria - in that order. If you find an elephant that curses like a sailor whilst drinking sangria, you’re dangerously close to becoming her next romantic victim - er, partner.
She cut her writing teeth on badly written, hormone-driven fanfiction (be glad that’s out of her system), and her one true dream is to have wildly erotic fanfiction with dubious grammar written about her own novels. Please make her dreams come true.
She grew up in rural Arkansas, yet can still write good and sometimes even wears shoes! She did date her first cousin for a while but they decided against marriage for the sake of the gene pool.
Her true loves are elephants, cursing, and sangria - in that order. If you find an elephant that curses like a sailor whilst drinking sangria, you’re dangerously close to becoming her next romantic victim - er, partner.
She cut her writing teeth on badly written, hormone-driven fanfiction (be glad that’s out of her system), and her one true dream is to have wildly erotic fanfiction with dubious grammar written about her own novels. Please make her dreams come true.
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