Fractured
Suns by Theresa Kay
(Broken
Skies #2)
Publication
date: September 18th 2015
Genres:
Post-Apocalyptic, Young Adult
Synopsis:
We came in peace. Lie.
We had no role in the
Collapse. Lie.
I have always been honest.
Lie.
I never lied to her.
Truth.
Reunited with her brother,
and surrounded by Flint, Peter and her new-found grandfather, Jax
Mitchell has still never felt more alone. The choice to follow Rym
back to the city to find answers and see Lir is an easy one, but
their reunion is cut short and Jax is forced to leave Lir behind. She
finds herself traveling with some unexpected companions and heading
back toward a place she’d hoped to never see again.
After being imprisoned—and
tortured—on the orders of his uncle, Lir hasn’t seen daylight or
linked to anyone in weeks. After a lifetime of connection, the pain
and loneliness is almost too much to bear. Elated that Jax actually
came, Lir finds renewed hope and strength to continue fighting his
uncle’s influence over the E’rikon, even when things look
hopeless and Lir’s been branded a traitor by the very people he’s
trying to save.
While Jax and Lir fight
separate battles, their missions have more in common than they
realize. It’s a race against time to stop men driven only by greed
and power. But the people they trust the most might be the very
people working against them—and “family” doesn’t mean what it
used to. Will they recognize their friends from their enemies in time
to save the people they love or will they lose each other in the
process?
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EXCERPT
I
push the door open and slide through. The door closes behind me,
leaving me in the dark, and my hand instinctively searches the wall
for a light switch.
A
familiar voice in the darkness. “Jax?”
I
inhale sharply at the naked hope in that sound and the flare of
elation that crashes into me from somewhere across the room.
Squinting my eyes, I try to make him out. “Can I get some light
here?” I say. “Not all of us can see in the dark.”
There’s
movement to my left, and then a soft blue light fills the room. Not
much, but enough for my eyes to finally find his.
“Hello.”
Lir’s eyes travel over my face with a longing look. He steps
forward until he’s within two feet of me, the closest we’ve been
to each other in weeks.
If
Rym looked tired, Lir looks exhausted. The charcoal-colored uniform
he wears highlights the dark bags under his eyes and contrasts deeply
with the paleness of his skin. The gold in his hair and eyes looks
tarnished and dull. He’s lost weight, too—his features are more
gaunt than angular.
“How
have you been?” he says.
His
almost nonchalant greeting is making it easy for me to hold on to the
fire of my anger, and I inject my words with heat. “How have I
been?” My voice creeps up with each word. “What the hell? You
asked me to come here, to risk not only my life but everyone else’s,
to ask me how I’ve been? I’ve been just peachy. How about you?”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, swallowing back the other
words that are fighting to pass my lips: Why did you leave me? I’ve
missed you. I’m sorry.
When
I open my eyes again, he’s moved closer. I’m frozen in his gaze,
a burn forming behind my eyes from the tears I refuse to let him see.
He
lifts one eyebrow in a graceful arch. “Based on the context in
which I have heard you use that word… I believe I’ve been peachy
too.”
A
sound that’s half laugh, half sob explodes from my mouth, and I
throw myself into his arms. It’s the only thing I’ve really
wanted to do since the moment I saw him, and though I know it’s
stupid and impulsive, I can’t hold myself back anymore. There’s
still a whisper of suspicion in the back of my mind, but I ignore it.
Lir
jolts, a splash of cautious elation flowing from him, before wrapping
his arms around me and pulling me close to his chest. One of his
hands presses into the small of my back, a slight tremble in his
fingers. He relaxes into the hug. His arms and shoulders loosen and
his breathing steadies.
AUTHOR
BIO:
The only person she knows
who had a subscription to Writer's Digest at eleven and was always
excited to write research papers, Theresa has been putting words to
paper since a young age. Living in the mountains of central Virginia
with her husband and two kids, she works as a paralegal by day,
binges on Netflix at night and finds bits of time in between reading
almost everything she can get her hands on and laundry to craft
stories that tend to feature broken characters in sci-fi or
paranormal worlds, with a touch of romance thrown in for good
measure.
She's constantly lost in
one fictional universe or another and is a self-proclaimed "fangirl"
who loves being sucked in to new books or TV shows. Theresa
originally wanted to write horror novels as an ode to her childhood
passion for Stephen King novels, but between her internal Muse's
ramblings and the constant praise for her sci-fi pieces from her
writer's group - The Rebel Writers - she knew she should stick with
what was working.
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