Dec 2, 2013

Liberty’s Torch

Book cover and blurb
Title: Liberty’s Torch
Author: Janet McNulty
Genre: YA Dystopian
All it takes is one spark to ignite the flame of liberty.
Six months have passed since Dana and Kenny parted.  Forced to live as a wanderer, Dana discovers a crashed drone and learns of the chaos within Dystopia and what President Klens has planned for the resistance. Realizing that she must go back, Dana acquires the help of a seventy-year-old man and an old friend.  Upon her return, she finds that rebellion is in the air as the government continues to eliminate dissenters.
Forced to disguise herself, Dana searches for the resistance to tell them of President Klens’ plans.  After a few run-ins with the officers and narrow escapes from Colonel Fernau—his obsession with her growing each day—she learns that the people of Dystopia yearn to be free from their oppression.  What they need is a leader.  Knowing that everyone she cares for will never be safe so long as the government reigns supreme, Dana must decide how far she is willing to go achieve freedom.

Author Bio
Ms. McNulty began writing short stories at an early age. That passion continued through college until she published her first book: Legends Lost: Amborese under the pen name of Nova Rose. Since then she has gone on to publish a mystery series, children's books, and even a dystopian series.
Recently, her grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's causing her to visit her grandparent's and record her grandfather's memoirs before they become lost. The final result is Grandpa's Stories: The 20th Century as My Grandfather Lived It. She did this to preserve her family history before it becomes lost.
Ms. McNulty currently lives in West Virginia where she enjoys hiking, being outside, crocheting, or simply sitting around and doing nothing. She continues writing. She is finishing up her dystopian series (the second book, Tempered Steel, is to be published in August 2013 and the final one, Liberty's Torch, in November 2013).
Books include:
Legends Lost Series: (Published under Nova Rose)

The Mellow Summers Series:
Sugar And Spice And Not So Nice
Frogs, Snails, And A Lot Of Wails
An Apple A Day Keeps Murder Away
Three Little Ghosts
Oh Holy Ghost
Where Trouble Roams
Two Ghosts Haunt A Grove
Trick Or Treat...Or Murder

Children's Books:
Mr. Chili's Chili
Mr. Chili Goes To School
Mr. Chili's Halloween
Mr. Chili's Christmas
The Hungry Washing Machine
Mrs. Duck And The Dragon
How Do You Catch An Alien
Are You The Monster Under The Bed?

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Book Excerpts

Excerpt 1: 

Dana burst through the brush.  The other man reached for his weapon.
“Drop it,” said Dana pointing her gun at him.
“That gun is empty,” said the man.  “You used both barrels.”
Dana cocked the weapon pointing it at his head.  “You sure about that?”
The stern look on her face unnerved the man.  He dropped his knife and bag.
“Kick it over here,” said Dana.
The man kicked the bag to her.
“Now the both of you get going.”
“Fine.  You can have the runt.”
The second man helped his friend up and carried him away.  They scurried through the brush and away from Dana’s cold exterior.
Once she made sure they had gone, Dana searched the bag for anything of value.  She put any valuables she found into her own.  Kenny coughed.  Dana tossed him a water bottle.  “Drink that.”
For the first time, Dana looked at Kenny finally realizing who he was.  She threw the bag aside.  “Kenny?”
“Bet you never thought you’d see me again.”
“I had hoped I wouldn’t.”  Her controlled voice hurt Kenny.

Excerpt 2:

“You wanted to see us?” said Dana as she and Kenny stepped into Karl’s new workshop.
“Yes,” he waved them over.  “I managed to get the hard drive out of this thing and hooked it up here to the computer.”
“Where did you get the material to build your own computer?” asked Dana.
“Not important,” said Karl.  “Now look.”
He tapped on the keyboard and brought up window after window.  Dana never thought she would ever see the day when a man in his seventies knew more about computers than her.  His fluid movements amazed her.
“It appears that this particular drone was used to spy on the wasteland.”
“We already figured that.”
“Yes, but it was mostly spying on Deliverance.”
“What?”  That was news to Dana.  Why would the government be interested in a settlement in the middle of nowhere?  What was the road you took to get back here after finding him?”
Dana walked over to the map on the wall.  “This,” she said pointing it out.
Karl frowned.  He clicked a few more keys.  “This is the path the drone took before it crashed.”
Dana studied the screen before looking at Kenny.
“What?” asked Kenny with a confused look.
Dana turned the screen so he could see it.  “It matches you movements.”
“That’s impossible,” said Kenny, anxiety creeping up within him.
“You said you removed his chip,” said Karl.
“I did,” said Dana.
Karl grabbed a metal wand.  He turned it on and waved it over Kenny’s body.
“I don’t—mm”
Kenny stopped speaking the moment Karl’s wand beeped as it passed over his left shoulder.  Instantly, the old man took out a pocket knife and held Kenny down while he dug out a tiny metal transmitter.  Once done, Karl carefully put it in a dish and hooked two wires to it creating a spark.  “That should short it out.”
Dana glared venomously at Kenny.
“That’s not mine!  I didn’t know it was there!  You have to believe me!”
“I don’t know what to believe,” said Dana.
“I swear to you, Dana, I didn’t know it was there.  I don’t know how it got to be in my shoulder.”
“Did anyone poke you with a needle sometime before you left Dystopia?” asked Karl.
“No, not that I’m aware of.”
“Did anyone get close to you?”
Kenny thought a moment.  “Well, my father gave me a hug before I left, which I thought was unusual, but didn’t think much beyond that.”
“That’s it then,” said Karl.
“What is?” asked Dana.
“This,” Karl held up the dish with the miniscule transmitter, “is a transmitter.  More sophisticated than the chips that were implanted in your arm.  This looks like it can record sound and transmit a locater beacon.  It also seems to be small enough where it can be injected with a needle.  You wouldn’t even know you had been bugged.”
“I knew it,” hissed Dana, “I knew it was too strange for you to be out here.  There was no reason for your father to send you out to check on the rails.”
“Dana, I didn’t—”
“Don’t blame him,” said Karl, “He didn’t know.  Evidently, your father had an ulterior motive for sending you out.  Can you think why?”
“Her,” said Kenny, pointing at Dana.  “Ever since she escaped, the news has been posting one report after another about what a dangerous person she is.  I didn’t think they would go so far as to try this.”
“What did you do to make them so angry?” Karl asked Dana.
“She challenged them,” said Kenny.
“Is there anything else?” asked Dana.
“Yes.”  Karl tapped the keys some more.  “Other drones have been sent out to scout the terrain gathering information about people that live here and how many.  They have even been tracking defenses and checking for coal and oil deposits.”
“Why?” asked Dana.
“According to this, it looks as though the government of Dystopia wants to conquer the wasteland.  They are desperate for resources.  The soil in their agricultural districts is no longr fertile and they have the technology to turn this sand into usable farmland.  Hell, Sampson managed it without machinery so I know they can do it.  Basically, it looks like they want to expand and destroy everyone who lives here.”
“But why?”
“Because the people who live here are an uncouth, independent bunch.  They are difficult to control and have always posed a threat to them.  Many within Dystopia do escape to here.  They want to cut it off.  The point is, they’re fixing for a war.”
“How do we stop them?” asked Dana.
“Can’t.  At least not here.  You said there was a resistance movement?”
“Is there a chance they could bring down the government back there?”
“Yes,” said Kenny.  “My father didn’t talk about it much, but I managed to get a peek at many of his memos.  They are growing.  All they need is a spark to ignite the fire.”
“You need to get this information to them.  It will affect them as well.”
“Karl, I can’t,” said Dana, “If I go back I’m dead.  And I don’t think they’ll welcome Kenny back either.”
“Dana, I know you don’t want to go back, but there is more on this disk.  They know where many of the cells for the resistance are.  They are going to be annihilated.”
Dana’s heart dropped.  Her entire world turned bleak as she realized that once again everything she’s ever loved and cared about was being ripped away.  “I can’t think about this right now, Karl.  I—”
“Well one thing is clear,” said Karl, “we can’t stay here.”

Excerpt 3:

Karl approached the shabby, metal home with caution.  They had come upon it moments before.  “Stay here,” Karl had told Dana and Kenny.  “Richard is a bit paranoid.  He doesn’t like strangers.”
Dana and Kenny watched from a distance as Karl crept to the door.  Carefully, the man raised his fist and rapped on it.  Immediately the cocking of a rifle filled the air.
“Who goes there?  State your name!”
“Karl?  I don’t know any Karl,” said the faceless voice from inside.
“It’s me, you idiot,” said Karl, “I’m Karl.  The one who built the generator you use to power this place.”
“Nobody knows about that,” yelled tha man, “Only one man does.  Some fool of a an inventor who looks an awful lot like you.”  Suddenly, the man stopped speaking.  A metal slab lifted slightly as a face peeked out.  “Karl?”
Karl stared at the face peeking out at him.
“Why it’s you!  You’re him!”  The door to the home opened up as a man with wild, white hair and a beard stepped out embracing Karl.  “You’re the crazy inventor who made my generator.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
The two men embraced in a friendly hug.  Thinking it was safe, Dana and Kenny left their hiding place.  Immediately, Richard raised his weapon pointing it at them.
“Stop!  Stop!”  Karl stepped between them.  “They’re with me.”
“With you?”  Richard eyed Dana and Kenny a moment.  “You mean I can’t shoot them?”
“No,” said Karl.
“Oh, fine.  All of you inside now before the satellites find you.  Come on, don’t dawdle.”