Today I am taking part in the blog tour/blitz for The Girl in the Storm by Ceri A. Lowe. It’s the second book in the Paradigm Series and perfect if you love Dystopian YA.
For my stop I am going to be sharing an extract from the book itself. Hopefully this will suck you in and make you want to read the series…well thats what I am hoping.
Thank you to Bookouture for giving me the chance to take part in this blog tour.
The Girl in the Storm by Ceri A. Lowe
Published by: Bookouture
Released: 20th August 2018
Page Count: 372 Pages
The silhouettes of the watchers stood stark against the glinting metal fence. No one could get in. And no one could get out.As the storms rage around her, 15-year-old Alice Davenport is trained by the rulers of the new world, Paradigm Industries, to reach the highest levels of command. Life within the Community is supposed to be perfect, with the Barricades keeping the population safe from the toxic wasteland and savage people outside.
Rebellious Alice has never felt easy with Paradigm Industries’ plans for the future. Determined to investigate their secrets, she makes a shocking discovery: disturbing experiments on how to create life itself are taking place in underground laboratories, establishing a new order for society that will impact generations to come…
The First Generation Scouts will rule.
The Second Gen will obey.
And the Lab Made will serve.
Knowing she can’t live in this brutal regime, Alice has nowhere to turn. Until she encounters a boy from beyond the Barricades, who seems to have the answers for a better life. If what he says about the outside world is true, Alice realises it’s up to her to take on the power of Paradigm Industries alone…
In her journey to find freedom, Alice’s courage will be tested to the limit, but she’ll stop at nothing to do what’s right.
Extract
Prologue
Carter
The shock of what he saw almost killed him. If he hadn’t been holding onto the rusted rail, it was likely that fifteen-year-old Carter Warren would have fallen directly into the empty ruins of the overgrown city nine storeys below. The communal council garden beneath him was now an ugly jungle, but there was one corner that had been carefully cultivated. He could clearly make out the words written in blocks of stone: There are Others.
Inside the walls of the Community, he had heard stories. But they were just that – stories. The wild imaginings of children that were extinguished as quickly as they began. Ideas of terrible creatures that roamed outside the Barricades had always been there to stop the little ones – and often the older ones – approaching the fences. Carter had never believed there could really be anything else – anyone else. Not anyone real who was still alive. It was forbidden, impossible. A thrill of the unknown coursed through his veins.
Others.
In the quietness of the landscape, Carter could feel the bass of his heart thumping in his chest. The words were real. And, although they looked like they had been there a fair amount of time, the growth over them had been cleared – and recently. ‘Where are you?’ he yelled. ‘Where are you?’ His voice sounded strained and thin and he couldn’t remember when he had last spoken out aloud. It felt much longer than the day or so since he’d left the Community and been declared dead. His words melted into the air. A crow circled above him, papery wings flapping in the breeze. No response. Carter scanned the empty landscape. The person who had stacked the stones up into a precise order and had cleared the way to ensure people would find the message had gone. There was nothing. No one.
To the west, the lights of the Community glowed within the tight vein of the river. He felt an ache of nostalgia for somewhere that felt like it was a world away. There were distant lights within the Barricades, like the pale resonance of a machine recently switched off. But any nostalgia for that place was pointless. To most, if not all, he was dead – and had died a traitor, putting the whole existence of the Community in jeopardy; the Industry would be sure that everyone knew that. Then there was Isabella – the school sweetheart he had adored and shared so much with – he hoped the end had been quick for her. And his son, Ariel – the son he had only just begun to know. He hoped there had been no repercussions for him. His heart sank and he felt his soul swirl around the depths of his body. And then there was his daughter Lucia, murdered by a woman he had trusted. A sliver of anger speared him when he thought of them and how he’d been forced to leave them all.
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