Author: Juan Zapata
Pub. Date: June 12, 2018
Publisher: Owl Hollow Press
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 320
A man-god and his army of religious zealots
swarmed the South nine years ago. As a child, Malik watched severed heads
falling, blood spurting onto concrete, and his dear grandfather run through by
a black sword.
But there’s peace…somewhere. At least that’s what Malik tells himself as his body is ripped apart by whips at a religious conversion camp. That’s what his best friend whispers as he frantically creates new force jetpacks to rescue Malik.
Yet when war bursts through the skies, and the sky troopers, assassins, and heroes fall—when the world comes crashing down—Malik Zzoha stands strong amidst the sands, infidel of the state number one.
Golden Skies is the first book in the The New Order trilogy.
Excerpt:
About Juan:
I inhaled sharply, my eyes fluttering open.
The nightmare shattered into pieces, falling around me like sand in the wind.
“Oof!” My body flew off the ground,
wrenched by a tremendous force, and I looked around, bewildered, the world
spinning, my heart jolting. Searing pain washed over my back and my muscles
seized up, rendering them useless.
Chains cut into my flesh where I had been
hoisted by the wrists and left dangling, suspended in air with no relief from
the gravity that pulled at my shredded body. I groaned and hung limply, kicking
my feet in a vain effort to find a surface. My arms and body were bare except
for a loose, white cloth tied haphazardly around my pelvis. I hung from the
ceiling in a small, sandstone room. It was plain and unremarkable with a simple
wooden door at the end. I coughed and spat blood onto the floor, my throat
parched.
Fingers snapped. “Here, here, fool! I tell
you, the prisoners delivered here are getting feebler-minded by the batch.” A
gruff, cacophonous voice met my ears. Spiteful chuckles followed.
Three men stood before me. Two wore
sand-colored linen shirts and had clean-shaven faces. Crusted and
compassionless, they stared at me, coarse and unexceptional. I frowned,
noticing they had no weapons in their hands or strapped to their bodies. These
sorry-looking fools don’t look like guards. Why are they here? My attention
turned to the third man. His dark gray hair set off fierce, hazel eyes. Of the
men in the room, only his physique spoke of power, and with brawny, thick
muscles and clean, white robes, he appeared to be in some sort of position
above the other men.
He grinned and spat onto the floor. “Good
morning, mutt. We came to say hello and make sure you were breathing.”
About Juan:
I'm a presidential
scholar, residential assistant, and senior at Alabama Agricultural &
Mechanical University. I endeavor to become a police officer and join a federal
agency in the future.
When I'm not writing
I like to play For Honor and pretend I'm a knight, laughing with happiness at
my victories and then almost having aneurisms when defeated. Challenge me to a
duel anytime :D
Giveaway Details:
1 winner will receive a finished copy of GOLDEN SKIES, US Only.
Tour
Schedule:
Week One:
6/13/2018- RhythmicBooktrovert- Spotlight
6/14/2018- BookHounds- Interview
Week Two:
No comments:
Post a Comment