THE FOURTH GENERATION by Chris von Halle … new release!
Aug28

THE FOURTH GENERATION by Chris von Halle … new release!

 Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Smashwords   Title: The Fourth Generation Author: Chris von Halle Back Cover Blurb: In the future, no adults exist. Ever since the plague swept the world 100 years ago, no one has lived past seventeen. Sixteen-year-old Gorin, a collector of curious artifacts left over from the pre-plague civilization, is on the verge of perishing from that deadly epidemic. And his last wish is to find a way to visit the rulers’ reputedly magnificent, off-limits mansion. Up against the clock, he and his friend Stausha steal into the mansion and discover a secret more horrifying than they ever could’ve imagined—a secret that holds the key to the survival of the whole human race. Excerpt: I raced up the stairwell pretty fast for someone in my awful condition. My empty backpack bounced on my shoulders, my feet landing just in front of the steps’ worn, chipped edges. Sunlight leaked through the dusty windows at the top of each landing, enough to light my way to the decaying apartment building’s eighth floor. The rest of the Valuable Objects better still be there. No way I was losing the Tournament of Prestige this year, and the VOs could be worth just enough prestige points to finally push my faction into the top spot. But if someone else found them while I was gone… At last I made it to the eighth floor. My chest heaved as I sucked in breath, my burning legs threatening to crumple. You’ve gotta be kidding me. The second door on the right lay wide open. My heart banged against my ribs, making it tough to breathe, as I crept to the door as quietly as only I could. I peeked inside the room. My gut clenched, even though I’d seen it coming. A boy about my size—taller than average with good-size muscles—stood in front of the old wooden cabinets on the left side of the room. He had blotchy, dark gray skin, so was about sixteen years old like me. His back looked a little crooked, like his spine wasn’t quite aligned right. Mine was probably in similar shape. Even from the doorway I could see through the cabinet doors’ inlaid glass. Empty, except for one measly glass bottle. Sure enough, the boy started to turn away from them. I jerked my head back into the hallway, then peered back in. He made his way to the right side of the room. No—not there. He stopped at the faded loveseat wedged against the wall. Patches of peeled leather formed large, complicated shapes that looked like continents on a globe. Get away from...

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