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I was hooked, right from chapter 1!! ~ HarlotReviews
"... fresh and original - I've never read anything like it."
"...an interesting and engaging read.
For fans of The Outlander and written by New York Times and #1 Dark Fantasy bestseller Tamara Rose Blodgett, comes a tale of criminal geneticists who interfere with predestined matches between the women and men of an unforgiving post-apocalyptic world.
Synopsis:
Clara Williamson is a princess living in a dark post-apocalyptic future of bio-spheres fashioned to protect 1890s America. A time when marriages are arranged for things other than love.
When her sadistic mother betroths her to an abusive prince from a neighboring sphere to secure their future in illicit trade, Clara determines to escape.
Leaving a life of familiar terror behind, she embraces the dangers of Outside that no one from the spheres has seen in nearly a century and a half. Clara escapes tyranny only to discover the sphere-dwellers are not the only people who survived the cataclysmic events of one hundred forty years prior.
She finds herself trapped, unable to return to the abusive life of the sphere while facing certain danger
Outside. Can Clara find love and freedom with the peril that threatens to consume her?
Full-length novel. Omnipresent narrative.
This is a multi-genre book that is loosely catogorized as sci-fi romance but has the following elements: dark fantasy/thriller, paranormal, shapeshifting, vampire, and time travel/ post apocalyptic.
Samuel lay on his back, gasping for air like a fish out of the sea. They had done all they could. Now the burden rested with their descendants. His gaze lingered on the house he loved, covered in ash, the sun no longer a bright orb in the sky, but shrouded in gray. A hush fell over the pewter wasteland. Cold seeped into his marrow inch by insidious inch. Many would enter the spheres constructed by the Guardians. Their saviors spoke of selective population, which rang false to Samuel, or true, as the case might be. His grandchildren were safe and beyond the pale of this time, this world he was leaving.
He let his head roll limply on its side, where his gaze captured Mae, also prone with a strange contraption with hand-hammered copper and a complex, inky black netting covering the greater part of her nose and mouth. Leather straps braided and wrapped her skull, pushing strands of hair around like lost silver. She made odd, whistling noises as she breathed.
“Samuel, wear it.” Mae’s voice was distorted as she lifted the matching mask the Guardians had fashioned in the preceding months.
“No, Mae. I wish to enjoy this fore-night without the chains of their advances.”
Samuel knew his stubbornness would cost him his life. The Guardians, who were equal part savior and bearer of terrible news, had made concessions for the elders. But those who survived would be the strongest, most virile, agile, and smartest among them. Samuel and Mae both understood at their advanced age of sixty and one years that they would be excluded from the mercies of the sphere.
With blurred vision, Samuel saw a familiar figure approach.
“Father! Why do you not take rest in your own bed?” Stella’s comely face was a salve in his approaching death. Her wool skirts swirled as she knelt and set an illuminated candle, hissing steam from its seams, beside him.
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Portuguese
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Unavailable for translation.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Lia Garcia
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