Caroline A. Gill
(The Flykeeper Chronicles, #2)
Publication date: May 21st 2016
Genres: Dystopia, Paranormal, Young Adult
In a broken America, seventeen-year old Iolani Bearse encounters a world full of wonder and danger.
Lani discovers a secret: houseflies have magic.
Stealers have no mercy.
Armed with memory-draining lanterns, the stone-cold hunters relentlessly follow catastrophes, laying traps, preying on the weak.
Together with her father, Eleanor, Sam, and Mango, her beloved pinto mare, Lani rescues victims from the grasp of Memory Stealers. One by one, she saves whomever she can, looking for any path that leads to safety. When her family’s farmhouse is attacked, Lani must act quickly to save those she loves.
Can Lani unmask their powerful, hidden enemies before the flies’ magic fails and everything burns to ashes?
Will the loss of one of her greatest friends become her downfall?
Can Lani overcome the evil that is tearing her world apart, flying blind?
“When the rescuers heard we were alone, that there were no adults to protect us, well, that’s when things went sideways.
“Aaron had gotten out of the rubble of our house, but he had a scratch on his arm, deep and ugly. All concerned about it, the guys in uniforms asked him to step into their van for first aid. There was a weird whooshing sound and a sick, neon-green light. Came right out of the back of the van. Nothing I ever seen before that day. Right there, right there in front of me, the people in the ambulance sucked away all of Aaron’s memories.
“I only knew cause I slipped around behind to ask him about dinner. Dinner. He was sitting there, inside the van, blank as a new piece of paper, empty and gone. He turned his head and looked at me. But there was nothing there. No Aaron, no brother, no one.” Anton shivered.
I could see—everyone in the kitchen could see—how much the boy blamed himself.
“Dinner. That’s what I was thinking about when the nasty thieves killed my brother. Dinner.”
Unusual stories attract me, ones in which the reader cannot easily see the ending or most of the journey. Visiting Rome during university studies, I found a simple truth sitting on buses, traveling all over the ancient city: the joy is in the Journey, in the people I meet, not in the destination. So, I write for you. I write for sanity. I write for chocolate and really good pizza.
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