Woot! Exciting news! *And a happy dance.*
Almost two years after the release of Distant Horizon, the second book in the series is now slated to release on October 9th of this year…
That is, Fractured Skies is now available for pre-order as an ebook, and will soon be available for purchase! đ

Fractured Skies
YA Sci-Fi Dystopian Thriller

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Here’s a look at the blurb:
Not all monsters are beasts.
The governmentâs secret transformation of beastsâsubhuman creatures made from humans with powersâmeans that the Communityâs utopian ideals of safety and security are lies.
Thanks to a high-ranking telepath, nineteen-year-old Jenna Nickleson knows what itâs like to go through one of those transformations. During a mission for the rebellion, the telepath cursed her with false âmemory seedsâ that attack her mind with horrifying visions of being turned into a beast.
If Jenna ever wants to see the Community be secure, she needs to figure out how to end the transformations, remove the government making her cherished Community a front for a nightmare, and get those memory seeds out of her head before she loses herself.
And here’s an excerpt! đ
I stepped over Quinâs legs into the other room. He still stared at the wall, his expression blank. I bit my lip, and then slid down next to him. âHey.â
âDone eavesdropping?â
I stared at him. He hadnât moved an inch, save to speak. His hands were clasped over his knees, his chin tilted toward the glass window in the ceiling. His black hair was cropped less than half an inch from his ears in a Community-oriented hairstyle, though he wasnât Community. He had a rounded face, a smooth, beardless chin, and a lean form. His tunic hugged his chest, but gave his arms space for movement.
âYou heard me?â I wrapped my vines close. This guy could easily beat me in a fight. Hopefully Pops was right to trust him.
âDidnât hear you,â he corrected me, still staring at the window. Aside from the reflection of that creepy blue light, there was nothing of interest outside. âYou walked by, but once you went to the other room, they didnât acknowledge your presence. I figured you were trying not to be seen.â
âUmâŚâ I closed my mouth, not really sure what to say. âDoes it⌠I meanââ
A small smile formed at the edge of his lips. âIâm not mad at you, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
âSheâs your partner, so I didnât knowââ
He snorted, still staring at that confounded window. âSheâs my sister, and Iâm a mercenary. Mercenaries eavesdrop.â
âIâm not a mercenary,â I protested, vines quivering with annoyance. Months ago, they responded to my thoughts at a snailâs pace. Now they responded to all my thoughts.
âI didnât say you were.â
I scowled. âYou implied it.â
âNo. I meant only that if I eavesdrop, I should not be angry when others eavesdrop.â
I blinked. Someone who worked for the Camaraderie who talked sense? âWho are you?â
His smile widened. âMy nameâs Quin. Iâm a mercenary.â
âWhy?â I asked. âIf it hurts peopleââ
âWe need influence to survive.â He stretched out his legs. âFor influence, which equates to power, we need money.â
At least he and Private Eye had their stories straight, though I didnât think Private Eye had been staring so insistently at a window. I pulled my knees to my chest. âWhatâs so great about power?â
âThereâs safety with power. A sense of security, of being someone.â
âThe Community is safe, and it doesnât have power,â I retorted automatically. But with the dead rioters above us and the students being sent to beastie plants, I couldnât say that. Not really.
âYou donât seem so certain.â Quin held my eyes with his. I swallowed hard. If he wanted power, he had it then. With his enhanced persuasion ability, I couldnât look away if I wanted to.
âHow? How do they have power?â I squeezed my knees tight. This was unnerving. Heâd had a staring contest with a window, and though windows didnât normally blink, I didnât think the window won.
âThe Camaraderie of Evil is power. They hand their power directly to E-Leadership, where it is passed to the Community. Almost everyone in the Community does what they are told, because thatâs what is best. Itâs a long chain, like a marionette holding a puppet, but nonetheless, it is power.â
That was itâwhy his expression held such authority. He was telling the truth he knew; a truth I didnât want to admit existed.

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