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Wants of the Silent:
Book Two
by Moira McPartlin
On my blog today I have the pleasure of sharing with you......
Wants of the Silent
I would like to thank Kelly at Love Book Group Tours and Moira McPartlin for inviting me on the book Blitz
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Book Information
Book 2 of the Sun Song Trilogy.
This second thrilling volume of the Sun Song trilogy takes Sorlie to the floodlands of southern Esperaneo to discover that family, love and resilience can triumph against even the harshest regime. Escaping from the penal colony on Black Rock, Sorlie joins his grandmother Vanora's revolutionary army, expecting to find freedom. Instead he finds murder and mayhem. With her army in disarray and her network of supporters disappearing, Vanora chooses Sorlie to become her warrior. When Vanora is kidnapped, Sorlie becomes injured and marooned in the strange reservation of Steadie where old people and specials are hidden and protected from The State. But these outcasts are not the only secrets Steadie keeps. Why is Sorlie kept drugged for over a week? What are their links to The Blue Pearl Society? Why are they so wary of the Noiri black marketeers? And who is The Prince everyone is whispering about? The Sun Song trilogy explores life in a futuristic, post-apocalyptic Britain where society's norms have broken down and life has to be lived differently.
This second thrilling volume of the Sun Song trilogy takes Sorlie to the floodlands of southern Esperaneo to discover that family, love and resilience can triumph against even the harshest regime. Escaping from the penal colony on Black Rock, Sorlie joins his grandmother Vanora's revolutionary army, expecting to find freedom. Instead he finds murder and mayhem. With her army in disarray and her network of supporters disappearing, Vanora chooses Sorlie to become her warrior. When Vanora is kidnapped, Sorlie becomes injured and marooned in the strange reservation of Steadie where old people and specials are hidden and protected from The State. But these outcasts are not the only secrets Steadie keeps. Why is Sorlie kept drugged for over a week? What are their links to The Blue Pearl Society? Why are they so wary of the Noiri black marketeers? And who is The Prince everyone is whispering about? The Sun Song trilogy explores life in a futuristic, post-apocalyptic Britain where society's norms have broken down and life has to be lived differently.
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Excerpt
Ishbel
Monsieur Jacques was a name, a legend; some even suspected he didn’t exist. No one knew what he looked like, or his age. In her mind she expected him to be middle aged, maybe a bit wily, a bit like Scud before the change, perhaps. Clever, smart – you don’t get into this position without being smart.
She didn’t realise she had been holding her breath until a whistle escaped through the gap in her front teeth the moment the doors to the lift cranked open.
A giant entered the room, making her take a step back. Satan’s truth, she was in a giant’s lair. Privileged, definitely Privileged. And well over two metres tall. His hair was receding to almost bald, apart from a crescent of snow-white tuft that cradled his skull. His broad shoulders seemed to push the door open beyond its grinding hinges. His blue eyes twinkled as if enjoying her scrutiny of him. They were not the ice blue of Davie’s, but warm blue in his broad moon face, if such a thing existed. There was a crater in the middle of that moon face as if something had punctured it long ago and it had healed over but now it looked like an extra eye that was scrutinising her in return. He smiled, his teeth good, strong and white. He held out his hand to her, a huge paw that was soft and wrinkled and it was these wrinkles that gave the game away. He was old. His face was modified, the skin tightened or maybe even replaced, giving him the look of a giant plastic doll. His hands were old.
‘Ishbel. Enchanté.’
She opened her mouth to speak then realised she didn’t know how to address him. ‘Enchanté,’ she said. This was how she had taught Sorlie to address people for the first time on meeting and she remembered the pride she felt when he said this to Vanora in David’s study. She always loved the greeting since she had been taught it by the people of her home in the North West Territories. Homesickness stabbed her. Monsieur Jacques held her hand in both of his, obviously pleased to see her. Still she said nothing. And then he realised.
‘You must call me Monsieur Jacques.’
No informality here then, she thought. She didn’t know why this bothered her so much but it did.
The demarcation line drawn, Privileged and native and yet, when she looked across at Dawdle he was grinning with indulgence as if he had just delivered the greatest prize of his life.
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