Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Blog Tour {Excerpt & Giveaway}: Storm (Swipe #3) by Evan Angler

Welcome to my stop on the Shadow Chaser blog tour hosted by YA Bound.  Click HERE to see the full blog tour schedule!

Storm (Swipe #3) by Evan Angler
Release Date: 05/07/13
by Thomas Nelson Publishers

In a future United States under the power of a charismatic leader, everyone gets the Mark at age thirteen. The Mark allows citizen to shop, go to school, and even get medical care--without it, you are on your own. Few refuse to get the Mark. Those who do . . . disappear. Logan Langly went in to get his Mark, but he backed out at the last minute. Ever since, he's been on the run from government agents and on a quest to find his sister Lily, who disappeared when she went to get her Mark five years earlier. His journey leads him to befriend the Dust, a vast network of Markless individuals who dissent against the iron-grip rule of the government. Along the way to the capital to find Lily, the Dust receive some startling information from the Markless community, opening their eyes to the message of Christianity and warning that humanity is now entering the End of Days. In "Storm," Logan and his friends are the leaders of the Markless revolution. But while some Markless are fighting Chancellor Cylis' army, the Dust is busy trying to find a cure for a horrible epidemic sweeping through the Marked. And it's difficult for them to know who to trust, especially when they aren't sure if Logan's sister Lily, one of the commanders in Cylis' army, is on their side or not. And all across the nation--and the world--the weather is become less stable, and a storm is brewing that bigger than any of them could have ever imagined....

Evan lives without the Mark, evading DOME and writing in the shadows of Beacon.
Swipe is his first book. But if anyone asks, you know nothing about it, and you didn't hear anything from him. Don't make eye contact if you see him. Don't call his name out loud. He's in enough trouble already.
And so are you, if you've read his book.


The IMPS closed in fast. They had them surrounded before Logan or the others knew what was happening. They figured Erin for the biggest threat out of the four of them, and she was ’cuffed and sedated by the time Logan had even spun around to see. 
He was next.
Blurs in all directions. Motion, but no bodies. The IMPS were all but invisible in their nanocamo, even in the harsh morning light.
One of them laid a hand on Logan’s arm. And this was it. Logan knew now that this was the end.
But suddenly Hailey poked her head up from the trunk of the vehicle. She closed the trunk hard, and she spun around with a delirious force.
Don’t anybody move!” she yelled. “Don’t anybody dare move!” She held a tube in her hand, stretched out above her head. She had pulled it from the vehicle’s trunk. “You all see this little cylinder? Huh? You see it, IMPS?
“It’s made of lead. And do you know why it’s made of lead?” Hailey looked around, like a professor in the front of some horrible classroom. “It’s because inside this cylinder is plutonium rod.
“That’s right,” she continued. “This prototype here? It’s nuclear powered. And all that nice nuclear energy comes right out of this.” She gripped the tube violently, now, in both hands, wedging her thumbs in at its side.
“Who here knows how radiation sickness works? Anyone? Hm?”
IMPS stood silently...cautiously...
“The first thing you feel is nausea. That’s not so bad, is it?” Hailey asked. “You’ve all thrown up before, I’m sure.
“Except the nausea’s not the scary part of radiation sickness. No. No, the scary part is when the nausea goes away.
Why does that nausea go away, you ask? Is it because you’re better? It’s it because you’re healing?” Hailey laughed. “No.
“It’s because you’re dying. It’s because your organs are failing so fast that they don’t even have time to let your brain know. They are literally overwhelmed with pain. Because what else would you expect, since at that very moment they are liquefying under the radiation of the plutonium meltdown. They are turning to liquid.” She smiled crazily. “So the next thing that happens, of course, is that they do what liquid does—they fall out of you. Any way that they can.
“But still you’re not dead, oh no,” Hailey continued. “Now you’re watching yourself die. Now you’re feeling it, as the lesions appear on your skin, and your hair falls out in clumps. Because you’re in it now, oh yes. You’re in it deep.”
The IMPS encircling the group took a step back, instinctively. And at this moment, Hailey stopped herself. “But you know what?” she said. “Talk is cheap. And you’ve left me with no choice. So let’s see for ourselves, hm? How, I ask you, does radiation sickness feel to fit bodies of a well-trained IMP troop. Shall we find out? Yes?”
Hailey laughed maniacally. Thumbs wedged in the crack in its side, she opened the lead cylinder into two. She threw that open cylinder to the ground.
Immediately, the IMPS scattered, running through the corn field, calling for backup, shielding their heads hopelessly with their hands.
“Go! Go!” Hailey yelled at Logan and Erin and Peck.
The three of them ran as fast as they ever had.
They didn’t look back.
There wasn’t time for goodbyes.

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