The SowingAuthor: K. Makansi
Release Date: August 19th 2013
ISBN: 9780989867108
Pages: 372
Genre: Dystopian, Young Adult
Summary
Remy Alexander was born into the elite meritocracy of the Okarian Sector. From an early age, she and her friends were programmed for intellectual and physical superiority through specialized dietary regimes administered by the Okarian Agricultural Consortium. But when her older sister Tai was murdered in a brutal classroom massacre, her parents began to suspect foul play. They fled the Sector, taking their surviving daughter underground to join the nascent Resistance movement. But now, three years later, Remy’s former schoolgirl crush, Valerian Orleán, is put in charge of hunting and destroying the Resistance. As Remy and her friends race to unravel the mystery behind her sister’s murder, Vale is haunted by the memory of his friendship with Remy and is determined to find out why she disappeared. As the Resistance begins to fight back against the Sector, and Vale and Remy search for the answers to their own questions, the two are set on a collision course that could bring everyone together—or tear everything apart.
Excerpt
The screen goes dark. Eli must have decided he’d had enough. I relax my shoulders and slump in my seat. Soren turns to me with a spiteful glare.
“They’re putting their prized hound on the scent. One mistake, Remy, and we’re all dead. They take everything. All our sacrifices will be for nothing. Thousands more will be poisoned, manipulated, turned to slaves. You better not fucking give us away just because Valerian Orleán is in the game now.”
He won’t give up, will he?
“Vale is nothing to me. And he, I guarantee, has forgotten I even exist.” I’m trying to stay calm, staring straight ahead, refusing to meet Soren’s eyes.
“Right.” He snorts.
“Soren, she gets it,” Jahnu says.
“You’ve had everything done for you your entire life,” Soren spits back at me, ignoring Jahnu entirely. “If Tai hadn’t been murdered, you would never have left. You’d still be back in the Sector with Vale.”
Without realizing it, I’m standing over Soren, my fists balled at my side.
“We gave up everything to join the Resistance—” I hiss.
“Look around you. You’re not the only one.”
“I know that, Soren! It’s not about who made the choice to leave the Sector—it’s about the fact that we’re here now, together. We have to fight together. Stop treating me like I’m some stupid little girl who’s going to go soft over a teenage crush. I’m a member of your team!”
“You guys have to stop going at each other,” Jahnu pleads. “Everyone here has lost someone. Everyone has given up something. We’re all in this together.”
Soren just stares at me. He glances at Jahnu and his eyes, cold and blue as rare glacier ice, soften a bit.
“Sometimes I wonder.”
The screen goes dark. Eli must have decided he’d had enough. I relax my shoulders and slump in my seat. Soren turns to me with a spiteful glare.
“They’re putting their prized hound on the scent. One mistake, Remy, and we’re all dead. They take everything. All our sacrifices will be for nothing. Thousands more will be poisoned, manipulated, turned to slaves. You better not fucking give us away just because Valerian Orleán is in the game now.”
He won’t give up, will he?
“Vale is nothing to me. And he, I guarantee, has forgotten I even exist.” I’m trying to stay calm, staring straight ahead, refusing to meet Soren’s eyes.
“Right.” He snorts.
“Soren, she gets it,” Jahnu says.
“You’ve had everything done for you your entire life,” Soren spits back at me, ignoring Jahnu entirely. “If Tai hadn’t been murdered, you would never have left. You’d still be back in the Sector with Vale.”
Without realizing it, I’m standing over Soren, my fists balled at my side.
“We gave up everything to join the Resistance—” I hiss.
“Look around you. You’re not the only one.”
“I know that, Soren! It’s not about who made the choice to leave the Sector—it’s about the fact that we’re here now, together. We have to fight together. Stop treating me like I’m some stupid little girl who’s going to go soft over a teenage crush. I’m a member of your team!”
“You guys have to stop going at each other,” Jahnu pleads. “Everyone here has lost someone. Everyone has given up something. We’re all in this together.”
Soren just stares at me. He glances at Jahnu and his eyes, cold and blue as rare glacier ice, soften a bit.
“Sometimes I wonder.”
Author
K.
Makansi is the pen name for the writing triumvirate consisting
of Amira, Elena, and Kristina Makansi. Two sisters and their mother,
the three women developed a passionate interest in science fiction as a
way to write about issues of food sovereignty and food justice. Elena
is pursuing a degree in environmental studies at Oberlin College in
Ohio, and will graduate in May of 2014. Amira was a history student at
the University of Chicago whose day job working in the cellar of a
winery (and constantly being splattered with wine) keeps her busy when
she’s not writing. And Kristy owns and operates Blank Slate Press,
an independent publishing company based out of St. Louis, and is a
partner at Treehouse Publishing Group, a company providing editorial and
design services to aspiring authors. When not writing or reading, the
three can be found having animated discussions around the dinner table,
sharing a good bottle of wine, or taking long walks in the park eagerly
plotting out their next book.
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Thanks for being on the tour, Sarah! :)
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