Orah and Nathaniel return home with miracles from across the sea, hoping to bring a better life for their people. Instead, they find the world they left in chaos.
WINNER: Pinnacle Book Achievement Award, Winter 2017 - Best Science Fiction
WINNER: Feathered Quill Book Awards - Gold Medal - Science Fiction/Fantasy
WINNER: Readers' Favorite Book Awards - Bronze Medal - Fiction Dystopia
“But what are we without dreams?”
A new grand vicar, known as the usurper, has taken over the keep and is using its knowledge to reinforce his hold on power.
Despite their good intentions, the seekers find themselves leading an army, and for the first time in a millennium, their world experiences the horror of war.
But the keepmasters’ science is no match for the dreamers, leaving Orah and Nathaniel their cruelest choice—face bloody defeat and the death of their enlightenment, or use the genius of the dreamers to tread the slippery slope back to the darkness.
[Dystopian, Science Fiction, Post-Apocalyptic, Religion]
Kirkus Reviews: "In this third installment, Litwack gives fans a plot both action-driven and cerebral. All around, a superbly crafted adventure. An enthralling finish to a thoughtful, uplifting sci-fi series."
Evolved Publishing presents the third book of "The Seekers" series, closing out the story started in the critically-acclaimed, multiple award-winning "The Children of Darkness," and continued in the award-winning "The Stuff of Stars." [DRM-Free]
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Near first light, I spotted a glimmer where the sun should rise, but it flickered too low on the horizon. If I trusted the dreamers' guidance--always precise until now--the red glow of dawn should be higher up, above the ragged peaks of the granite mountains. This light before me, though bright enough to cast sparkles across the waves, appeared more like a bonfire on the shore.
Perhaps weary from my four-hour watch, my eyes had deceived me. With the toe of my boot, I nudged Nathaniel awake and pointed to the east. "There. Do you see it?"
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the heel of his hands, and let out a lung-busting yawn before following my gesture. "A light, Orah, but too dim to be the dawn."
We both gazed until our eyes teared. Moments later, a second glow joined its lesser twin--the sun rising over the familiar saw-toothed peaks.
The dawn grew brighter now, letting us distinguish sea from land, and the source of the glimmer became clear. A wooden structure emerged from the fog, a tower on the beach where none had stood before. The modest tower tapered near its top, where a fire blazed, a flame too bright for torchlight alone--a beacon to welcome us home.
How fast our ship had flown. Its sleek hull, designed by the dreamers, had glided over the water when the sea lay calm, and sliced through the waves when they rose to resist. The outbound voyage in our crude vessel had lasted nearly two months, but now our dreamer-designed boat had carried us back in less than half that time.
I clung to a spar of the mast as the breeze blew wisps of hair across my face, and relished the sound of seawater lapping the shore. The dreamers, so much wiser than the keepmasters, had plotted the most efficient course using maps that tracked the ocean currents, ancestral charts from a thousand years before.
And so, dreamer-guided and current-borne, we neared our destination.
