I write weird books for adults, teens, kids, and some for the whole family. Another word for “weird” is speculative fiction, which is fantasy, sci fi, time travel, supernatural, paranormal, alternate history, dystopian, steampunk, or anything else WAY out of the ordinary.
Pardon this interruption of THIRST chapters for a special announcement.
Calling all Spencer fans!
You’ve all been waiting SO PATIENTLY for Broken Trust, the third full-length novel in the Mission League series. I had planned for Broken Trust to release last year. Then life happened. Major. I’ve noticed that life doesn’t really care about my plans. It does what it wants.
Spencer waited patiently at first. Then he started to get mad. “Tell my story, Jill!” he said. “You promised!”
“But, Spencer. Life happened,” I told him.
“So? You left me with a torn ACL. Therapy is only supposed to take 9-10 months. This is getting ridiculous.”
Two days after Hannah told me about the resurgence of the HydroFlu, Zaq and I went to the market to grab some supplies. We found the place packed.
“You know what’s going on?” I asked the clerk as we checked out.
“Someone died from the HydroFlu,” he said. “I guess it happened over at the hospital, but it’s kind of freaked everyone out. People are using all their credits to stock up.”
Zaq grabbed a handful of candy bars beside the register and tossed them on the pile. At my raised eyebrows, he said, “What? I’m stocking up.”
As I drove the truck out of town, the traffic was thick. People everywhere carrying bags.
“This is bad,” Zaq said. “We’ve got to get out of this place before it implodes.”
I spent a week being brainwashed by Carelle Lawler that “guns were evil” and I must “trust the Enforcers” to protect me. She made me chant these phrases again and again, and played them over the speakers in my cell at night. There was no point in arguing if I wanted to get out of this place, so I said whatever she asked me to. But me trusting Enforcers was not going to happen.
When they let me out, I came home and found that my dad and the others had been making a plan to get Logan’s modified one-way CB radio inside Tracy’s office. I was excited to do anything to fight against this place, so the next morning, we all went to the showers early, more to case the LLC mansion than to get clean.